Super Fighting Tokyo.

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

The people who were exercising were all drawn to Bai Mucheng's screams.

"...Brother?"

Yusa, who was doing her homework upstairs, also left her room out of curiosity, wanting to explore the courtyard.

But as soon as she stepped down the stairs, Maruk grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, Maruk was just as nervous as he was yesterday when he saw the video of Miyamoto Musashi; he was trembling all over, and even his teeth were chattering.

On the other side, Tenma wanted to stand with Rito, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he was even unable to move.

Their gazes pierced through the glass door, fixed intently on the courtyard—

A man dressed in a dark blue martial arts uniform, with disheveled hair and bulging eyes, stood silently at the courtyard gate.

"Gudu..."

Li Ren swallowed hard.

Nicknamed "Razor's Edge," he was born with extraordinary finger strength, capable of "shaving" away anything, whether it be human, rock, or even steel.

But looking at the man at the gate, Rito suddenly felt that his once-proud ten fingers had lost their luster and become ten dull knives!

"..."

Click!

A crisp sound echoed.

It turned out to be Wu Fengshui, who had subconsciously pulled out a pistol from his waist and loaded it with live ammunition.

She didn't know why she was doing this, nor did she have any reason to go to war.

However, his reflexes, honed over many years, reacted first, forcing Wu Fengshui to protect himself.

But this girl, who was proficient in firearms, was surprised to find that she could not find an opportunity to raise her gun and aim!

Too late! Can't aim properly! Miss the target! A counterattack will come the moment you fire!!

He is Miyamoto Musashi...!?

……

……

At the entrance of the courtyard.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes darted around, glancing at the three-story building of the martial arts school before quickly looking away.

"Oh……"

Despite his stubble-covered face, Musashi spoke with the calm, mature voice of a young man.

"In this day and age, do 'ninjas' still hide in rooms...?"

Musashi raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "Come to think of it, it turns out this place isn't all tall, imposing buildings; there are also small buildings here."

After saying that, he looked at Bai Mucheng again, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I disturbed you abruptly."

"..."

Bai Mucheng straightened up slightly, his forehead still covered in cold sweat. "No, this place is open to the public; anyone can come."

"Haha, that's good..."

Musashi nodded slightly and said, "I just arrived here recently, so I went out to look around and broaden my horizons."

"But I didn't expect that even though this place has been completely transformed, there are still some people who have put in the effort to train properly."

Musashi raised an eyebrow leisurely and looked at Shiramu Cheng, "Moreover, you and that boy are both quite skilled!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's mind was in turmoil.

In his memory, after Miyamoto Musashi was resurrected, he lived in the Tokugawa family mansion.

Later, Tokugawa Mitsunari invited Baki Hanma to his home and asked him to watch a video of "Kaoru Hanayama VS Yujiro Hanma".

Thus, Baki and Musashi met and tentatively exchanged blows.

Let's go back to the present—

Has Musashi already met Baki?

There will be no other answer.

After all, the only boy on Earth who could be described as "quite skilled" by Miyamoto Musashi is Baki Hanma!

"..."

Shiraki grinned. "I see. Mr. Musashi has already met with Brother Baki."

"oh oh!"

Musashi was clearly pleased. "Do you know me and the boy?"

Shiraki nodded. "I am friends with Tokugawa."

Musashi beamed, "What a coincidence! I asked Mr. Tokugawa to bring me a worthy opponent, but I ended up finding one myself!"

Bai Mucheng had already dried his sweat, and said with a somber expression, "Indeed, it really is..."

The next moment—

Swish!

Musashi stood still, his mind slightly stirred, and towards Shiraki Sho, who was three steps away, he swept an invisible sword diagonally downwards, slashing at Shiraki Sho's thigh, drawing a crescent-shaped blade of light.

"—!?"

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with both feet, leaped forward, rolled around once, and narrowly avoided the attack.

【Blanca O-Spinning Crash】!

Swish!

When Bai Mucheng landed again, the cold glint of the blade seemed to be right in front of him, and then he felt a sharp, burning pain in his left forearm.

He gritted his teeth and hissed, looking at Miyamoto Musashi, "I've got him..."

"Yes, you've been beheaded."

Musashi raised his left arm, and with his right hand, he lightly sliced ​​the outside of his left forearm with his sword. "My sword will cut off a layer of skin from your forearm."

"—That's amazing!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Cheng did not feel smug. "Don't joke around, Mr. Musashi. Just now you only wanted to peel off a layer of my skin, so I was 'peeled' off a layer of skin."

"even--"

Bai Mucheng paused for a moment, then said, "You deliberately cooperated with me, which is why you made that slash just now!"

Haha, did you figure it out?

Musashi scratched the corner of his mouth. "Although you said this place is open to the public, I was the one who disturbed you first, so I'd like to give you a little something as a token of my appreciation."

"Thank you, this is a very generous gift."

Shiramu rubbed his left arm, then raised his hand to meet him.

"Since the esteemed Miyamoto Musashi has given me such a generous gift, I must certainly treat him well. Please come in."

"..."

Musashi stepped inside, stood in the courtyard, and took a deep breath of the grassy fragrance.

Shiraki went to the corner and brought back two bottles of mineral water, one for himself and one for Musashi, to quench the guests' thirst.

"...?"

Musashi held the mineral water bottle, looking it up and down, but remained puzzled.

Shiraki then remembered that Musashi was an ancient person, so he introduced, "This is a convenient kettle. You can turn the lid to the right to open it directly."

Musashi did as he was told, and leisurely took a few sips.

Then, Musashi asked curiously, "By the way, may I ask your name?"

"My surname is Bai Mu and my first name is Cheng."

Bai Mucheng pointed to his feet and behind him, "Bai Mucheng is the owner of this 'fighting center'."

"..."

Musashi took another sip of water and wiped his mouth with his hand.

He looked at Bai Mucheng again and felt that behind the young man in front of him, illusory ink paintings suddenly surged, outlining a series of illusory figures.

oh oh……

So many people...!

Among them were men familiar to Miyamoto Musashi, wearing dark red robes, white Taoist trousers, and red headbands;

There are also types that Musashi has never seen before.

Blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, muscular redheads... women? There was even a burly man with superhuman strength, barefoot and naked!

Huh? There are people with completely dark skin?

I heard that there were attendants with dark skin in Oda Nobunaga's records. So it wasn't a misconception after all.

There's also a green-skinned ape? It looks even more ferocious than the missile-wielding gibbon!

Oh my! There's even more...!

These powerful figures gathered together, and they were also looking at me—at Miyamoto Musashi!

amazing!!

Gazing at the emerging afterimages, Musashi was momentarily dazzled.