'Right, how do I change its form?'
The instant the thought flashed through Chu Bamboo's mind, the shadow followed his will as instinctively as eating or drinking, transforming into a black crow.
"...Huh?"
Chu Bamboo stared at the crow, which stood over a meter tall, and fell into deep thought. 'Wait, so you actually have to follow the law of conservation of mass?'
Chu Bamboo felt there was so much to roast here. With a thought, he changed the shadow into a giant black cockroach, his expression turning peculiar. "...I get the feeling that if it scurries inside like this, it'll be the start of a horror story!"
Chu Bamboo chuckled, ready to add a few more horror stories to the Museum of Eastern Art and Antiques's reputation. But then, he was struck by a sudden idea...
'What if...' He eyed the giant shadow cockroach strangely. After a moment of thought, he gave a soft snap of his fingers. 'Let's give it a shot...'
And then...
