Super Fighting Tokyo.

United States, boxing gym lounge.

Retsu Kaioh was staring intently at the computer screen, watching the Tokyo news on a video website.

His eyes widened, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"That guy... he's actually that strong!?"

……

Headquarters Jujutsu Dojo.

"Honbu Izo," kneeling on the ground, is silently examining himself.

He realized that his recent "premonition" and "urge to practice" had now been answered.

It's because of "Miyamoto Musashi".

However, I never expected that [Peerless Under Heaven] would be so powerful!

Headquarters pursed its lips, "..."

Baki, Shiraki, Doppo, Kuroki, Shibukawa-senpai...

That's not all, Yujiro is included too!

—I must protect them.

……

……

Another day has passed.

The next day, early in the morning.

【Martial God】Yu Di Du Bu paid a visit to the Fighting Soul Martial Arts School, bringing with him fine tea.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng warmly entertained them, and Doppo drank tea in the living room.

At the same time, Shiraki Cheng also noticed a strange "scar" on Doppo's face.

It was a vertical indentation, as if someone had used a fishing line to tighten their skin for a long time, eventually leaving that "line" mark on their face.

Starting from Dudu's forehead, the line extends vertically to his nose, then his lips, and finally even his chin is split in two, which is very obvious.

"Oh……"

Doppo noticed Shiraki's gaze and smiled helplessly, "Last night I went to Tokugawa's house and sparred with Miyamoto Musashi."

"As a result, I lost miserably and he even left this mark on my face."

"But none of that matters, we've already lost anyway, let's not worry about it for now."

Doppo waved his hand, forcibly skipping the topic, and looked at Shiraki Cheng.

"Hey, Shiraki-kun, how long have we known each other?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's expression was strange, not understanding Du Bu's meaning. "Anyway, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

Doppo smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Then, he changed the subject, his face crinkling with laughter, and said with a playful tone, "But strangely enough, you and I have never actually practiced our moves seriously."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "~~~~?"

Chapter 615 The Feeling of Walking Alone

"~~~~~~"

Bai Mucheng's expression was playful, and a little happy, as he waited for Dubu to continue.

"Super weird, right?"

As Yuji Doppo spoke, he changed his posture from crossing his arms to resting his left hand on his knee and his right elbow on the other side.

This is a plan that is already in place and ready to be implemented at any time.

He leaned down slightly, raised an eyebrow with amusement, and said, "Brother Bai Mu, we both like to fight, and we often visit each other's places, so we can run into each other anytime."

"But we didn't even bother to practice properly...?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng pursed his lips, somewhat reproachfully, "Brother Dubu, the way you're saying this is practically like you want to have a life-or-death duel with me."

Doppo lowered his eyes, looking somewhat serious. "Well, whether it's karate or street fighting, aren't they both based on practical combat skills?"

But Bai Mucheng shook his head, "...No, there's something wrong with that idea."

Dubu leaned back on the sofa, relaxing his combative stance, and casually asked, "What do you mean?"

Shiraki Cheng scratched his head. "Karate, street fighting—and all modern battles—are not about separation."

"To protect the weak, to confront the strong, to answer my own questions, to ask the other party..."

"We have the right to keep fighting."

"..."

Doppo listened to Shiraki's words, his left eye slowly widening. "Is that so? That's what you think...?"

Then, Doppo changed the subject, saying, "Would you like to hear about my fight with Musashi?"

【Martial God】Foolish One-Man VS 【Peerless Under Heaven】Miyamoto Musashi.

Even though there were some vague ideas in his mind, Shiraki was certainly interested in what the person in question had to say.

He poured a cup of tea for Dubu.

"Please, please..."

"..."

Dubu pouted and took a sip.

"In short, my level of knowledge doesn't allow me to understand things like 'cloning'; I simply can't comprehend it."

"However, the memory of my fight with Miyamoto Musashi is already etched into my body."

"That made me truly feel that 'he' was Miyamoto Musashi himself."

Du Bu stroked his chin, recalling:

“When we first met, he used that unprecedented ‘invisible sword’ to slash me several times, but I dealt with each one.”

"But in the end, he commented that I could enjoy it before the meal."

"Looking back, was this a genuine assessment or a provocation before the war? It's really hard to tell."

Dubu shook his head and smacked his lips.

"Afterwards, at the invitation of Mr. Tokugawa, I demonstrated the basics of karate—"

"Use a kick to cut a wooden stick, chop a wine bottle with a hand chop, and smash a brick with a palm strike."

"But Miyamoto Musashi commented: It is more like 'dance' than martial arts, martial arts in the sense of dance."

"I'm furious."

"Then, I had a duel with Miyamoto Musashi."

"In the first round of combat, I was struck by his invisible sword and then punched in the face, leaving me bleeding profusely and in a terrible state."

"In the second round, I had Musashi pick up a 'real sword'."

"But I still lost."

"Not only did they lose in the competition, but they also lost in martial arts. It can be said that they lost completely."

As he spoke, Doppo pointed to the strange scar on his face.

"I took the lead and launched a flying kick, using my signature move."

"However, Musashi struck first despite being behind, and after seeing through my flying kick, he instantly drew his sword and slashed at me with his katana."

"But instead of cutting me, he used that incomparably sharp blade to press down on my face from the front, slamming me hard to the ground."

"He didn't cut me down, nor did he cut me in two. Instead, he pressed the blade against my skin, clearly intending to subdue me without bloodshed."

"hehe."

Du Bu sighed deeply.

"This is even more unpleasant than losing..."

"To be treated so cautiously by my opponent during the competition, I, a martial artist, am truly ashamed."

"This is more heart-wrenching than being cut in two!"

"My feelings...are very complicated..."

Doppo tilted his head and described, "You know what? Miyamoto Musashi is my idol."

"I have read his book, The Book of Five Rings, countless times, and even worn out three copies. Now I can recite it from memory."

"But it wasn't until the moment the knife 'pressed' me down that I truly realized I hadn't understood the contents of the book at all."

"At my age, to be evaluated like that by my idol is truly embarrassing."

Dubu let out a long sigh.

"Therefore, I'm thinking of taking a break from work for a while."

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened and nodded, saying, "Hmm, it feels good."