Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 78 The Strongest Man in History

"Fujimaru, this mission..."

I do it.

"Okay, then this other one—"

I do it.

"Fujimaru-kun! And this——"

I do it.

".Okay, then I'll take care of this—"

I do it!!
"Please stop doing this! It hurts my sister so much!!"

When he opened his eyes from his sleep, what Ritsuka saw was the woman's plated armor.

It is like the snow-white Yunnan milk fan, with a strong mellow fragrance. It is different from the light luxury products that cost twenty yuan a piece on the street. It is noble, clear and bright, like a touch of crimson when plum blossoms fall on the snow, and it is the ultimate joy that is enough to make anyone intoxicated.

It was difficult for Fujimaru to dodge the impact.

From the delicate and subtle difference in touch, Fujimaru's brain quickly came up with an answer.

An answer to the identity of the person in front of you.

That is, Miyamoto Musashi.

His most cherished swordsman servant.

At this time, the two hugged.

"Hmm~~ Why did the Master become like this!! He was a super cute kid when I first saw him!!!"

Blue eyes, pink hair, pretty face, long hair and bangs on the left side of the head are fixed into a messy shape with a ratchet-shaped hair accessory, and the bangs on the right side are hanging down. The clothes are mainly red and blue, the belt buckle is a black sword, and the two sleeves of the clothes are not integrated with the clothes but are put on the arms separately.

That was the posture of Miyamoto Musashi that Fujimaru Ritsuka was familiar with.

That gorgeous Tianyuan flower.

The pinnacle of the sword that enchanted him.

But.why?

Letting Miyamoto Musashi hold him, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his arms and looked at his palms in a trance.

A revolving door?
Yes.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka——

In Chaldea.

But in Fujimaru's memory, he still remembered that he was fighting with Sukuna just a second ago.

Sukuna was born suddenly, and Fujimaru Ritsuka had used up all his Command Seals and Reversal Techniques due to continuous defeats of powerful enemies. His brain had reached a meltdown state and he was unable to continue fighting. He was even forced to eat the long-lasting Demon Subduing Cook, experiencing pain that was a thousand times more horrible than Lingchi.

Ok.

Those don't matter.

Be it pain or death, Fujimaru Ritsuka is used to it.

He said he was doing it to "survive", but he didn't know how many times he had visited the underworld.

There was only one thing he was curious about.

Why?

Why did he return to Chaldea?

Why did I come back here? This should just be my daily routine in Chaldea in a certain year and month.

Is it because of the revolving lantern? Memories before death?

No, I'm not that kind of person.

If I were to die——

Then this is definitely not a memory, but the answer that allows him to defeat the enemy before he dies, his own memory palace.

The brain compiles all the thoughts from the deep sea of the subconscious and surfaces the "answers". The brain forces itself to find a way to victory and defeat the enemy.

I am that kind of person.

More importantly, he remembered that before Sukuna appeared in front of him, he had felt a sharp pain in his brain and the memories flooded in.

That was the 'resonance' caused by the descent of Sukuna, and he accepted the memory that brought Sukuna back to life.

Then myself
It was a little vague at this point, but Fujimaru was sure that he had 'forgotten' something, and he came to this memory most likely to find the answer.

Fujimaru stared blankly at the sobbing Musashi hugging him, and apart from saluting normally, he made no movement.

why here?

And, why Musashi?

Because of.
Fujimaru looked Musashi up and down and began to think.

It may sound strange, but if we talk about the impression Miyamoto Musashi made on Fujimaru,
Softness refers to sword skills and martial arts.

The clothes on her body were probably very thin, but they did not droop down. Instead, they fit well on her body, highlighting her perfect curves. Even if they were not taken off, no, it would be better to say that they should not be taken off. It was as if they were not clothes, but a painting on her naked body, attracting the admiration of warriors and practitioners.

Fujimaru was naturally tempted many times.

The boy held out his hand.

被那
"Cuck!!"

Musashi's face suddenly turned red and he immediately let out a scream.

"Master, what are you doing! Don't pinch my thigh all of a sudden! Hey! You! You can't do this!"

Yes.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's fingers were slightly embedded in the soft and tender skin, stroking it gently with a solemn look in his eyes.

But, even if it is harder than vibranium! More powerful!

It also does not affect Fujimaru's idea of 'pure white' at this moment!
He has no sexual intentions at all.

He just spoke calmly.

"It's soft, but the inner core is very hard. If allowed, it's a thigh that can easily break steel."

"Why are you suddenly making such comments about a girl's legs? I'll chop you off!"

Musashi blushed and got angry, but Fujimaru didn't think there was anything wrong.

Well.

Fujimaru knew that if he were a free-spirited swordsman like the Flower of Tengen, he could speak freely.

Although Musashi is so beautiful, he is also one of the few people that Fujimaru can confide in. Moreover, when they were in Chaldea, the two of them spent more time together than with other servants.

Because among all the swordsmen, Fujimaru likes Miyamoto Musashi's teaching the most, and likes the Tengen Sword and his dashing swordsmanship.

Souji: Master, my sword dance is so wonderful. Why are you so surprised?
All in all, the memories I have now, at this moment in time, should be about the time when I was taking a break from fighting with Musashi in the training room.

Musashi noticed that he had accepted more Servant training missions, and took on more external missions that were not originally required of him as the Master, and even took the initiative to report to those anomaly points that had not reported any errors, so he was dissatisfied.

She forcibly interrupted the sparring, killed Fujimaru early, and forced him to rest. Afterwards, they went to eat meatballs together.

Fujimaru still remembers this incident.

The question is why does my brain automatically play this memory?

Fujimaru continued to touch Musashi's thigh, just like squeezing a foam board to eliminate his impatience, and accelerated his thinking.

"Hey! Master! Not here."

Musashi is shy, but the Master has no ulterior motives.

He was just looking for the answer.

"Strong, beautiful, powerful, what a great thigh, supporting such a technique, Musashi's sword"

"Thank you! But I'm not happy at all!" Bang!
After being hit on the head, Fujimaru calmed down a bit, and Musashi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his legs to avoid the Master noticing anything unusual, and pretended nothing had happened to change the subject.

"Really? The Master is the same, and so are those adults. The Master is still at this age, and should enjoy his youth."

"Uh-huh?"

Fujimaru, who was just listening casually, was suddenly stunned.

youth?

Fujimaru suddenly remembered.

The moth seemed to have said something similar to itself.

【youth】.

what is that?
The subject seemed baffling then, as it does now.

But in fact, when he was in Chaldea, it seemed that this question was mentioned to him more than once. Even now, if he was really asked whether he was enjoying his youth, Fujimaru would give a negative answer.

There is no time for that.

At that age, I had already stepped onto the battlefield.

Surrounding him are great heroes, schoolmates who need to be taken care of and taken care of, unreliable directors, and terrifying and deadly enemies.

Although most of them have become beautiful memories afterwards, it seems that I did not have the same youth as ordinary people.

What is youth after all?

Is there anything you had to go through at that age?

good?

pure?

romantic?

None of them seem right.
But why did I come back here?

His own brain, the intuition that allowed him to escape death many times.

At this moment, it is warning and reminding itself.

This is the answer.

Go and ask.

Go ask the woman in front of you.

Fujimaru said softly without any more hesitation.

"Hey, Musashi - what's the definition of youth?"

"Hey? Ask me?!"

The beautiful swordsman raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well, if you ask me, my education is not good enough to summarize that."

"If I have to say it, it's -"

That moment.

Reality and memories blend again.

yes.--
“It’s a mistake.”

"what?"

“Youth is the time for naive children to make mistakes, from immaturity to maturity, full of beauty and dreams. If I have to give a definition, it would be [purity at the moment of death].” Fujimaru forced himself to reshape his body, burning his last bit of fighting spirit despite the damage to his brain.

“So I gave up, and stopped thinking.”

"Next, I'll let my feelings drive me."

The firewood is burning.

The heroic spirit is coming.

"What are you saying all of a sudden?!"

Sukuna looked in disbelief at the strange spirit that suddenly appeared in front of him, and Fujimaru who was possessed by that spirit.

"!!!"

Little devil! What have you done again! What have you done again!

"How did you make the spirit descend?" Sukuna cautiously took a half step back.

The same as mine—a séance?
"Do not."

However, Sukuna's self-talk was denied.

Fujimaru raised his arm, and at the same time, the transparent black shadow wrapped around his arm, like a stream of water flowing down his forearm, and then - gathered into a transparent blade in his hand.

【Master! ! ——】

That was the voice of a female swordsman.

Yes!

It’s different from the previous Spiritual Shadow—

Of course it’s different, it must be different!
The Heroic Spirit Summoning couldn't bring Musashi here, but the Spirit Summoning Technique could do it. There was no need for the "Throne of Heroes" as a medium. The Spirit Summoning Technique was to bring the soul and body of the dead.

Use the inversion technique to carry the body.

Use your brain to carry your soul.

A heroic spirit that transcends the shadow of the spiritual base and has a [personality].

Bypassing the limitations of the Throne of Heroes, this extremely powerful move is driven solely by the Master's [emotions], [brain], and [righteousness, affection, and love] of the Heroic Spirits.

Joy, sorrow, sadness, thoughts, faith, madness——

In an instant, the summoned heroic spirit was filled with such rich emotions.

"Master~ you——"

But the moment his eyes met with his Master's, there was no need for further words.

"He really gets into trouble wherever he goes."

Pampering and love.

Miss, reminiscence.

Knife, raised.

Fist, raised.

Like a guardian spirit, Miyamoto Musashi covered Fujimaru and drew out the blade.

The warmth of the skin is enough to convey everything.

Needless to say.