Super Fighting Tokyo.

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—These people, some standing and some in wheelchairs, stood along the passageway, watching Kuroki Gensai take the stage.

……

On the White Tiger side, inside the players' rest area.

Miyamoto Musashi, dressed in a dark blue martial arts uniform, was making his final preparations.

He used his teeth to bite a strip of cloth called "tuo," wrapped it around both armpits, crossed it behind his back, and tied the loose sleeves tightly into short sleeves.

This style is commonly seen in Taiga dramas; it's a binding method designed for people wearing loose clothing to facilitate movement.

"..."

Musashi tied the knot, patted his waist gently, and looked relaxed and content.

Standing beside him was the elderly Mr. Mitarai, who was in charge of receiving him.

"oops……"

Looking at Musashi, the old gentleman Mitarai smiled and nodded, exclaiming in amazement:

"You are about to go into battle, but from your condition, you don't look like you are about to face a life-or-death battle."

"It seems more like..."

Mr. Mitarai pondered for a moment, "It seems like something is making you very excited."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi was somewhat moved.

He glanced at the sword rack beside him, on which sat the Tokugawa family's national treasure—the sword "Kuni-Tora".

"Extremely excited...?"

"Hmm, then it's still not mature enough."

Musashi grabbed Kunitora's scabbard, placed the blade upwards, and inserted it into his left waist, making him appear even more dashing.

He left the lounge and strode toward the arena.

Gazing at the light at the end of the passage, Musashi's lips curled into a smile, unable to hide the joy on his face.

Oh dear...

It seems I'm still a long way from achieving "a clear and still mirror"...!

There was no way to suppress the ever-surging, high fighting spirit.

Above the joy of the clash, there was not a trace of gloom!

……

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps made by bamboo shoes came from the entrance of the White Tiger Pass.

There were no commentators shouting, but the audience's attention was completely drawn to the figure stepping out.

"Ooh ooh!"

"He's out! Miyamoto Musashi!"

"Is that him?!"

"Is that really me?!"

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi walked out from the White Tiger side passage.

He had medium-length hair that was loose and flowing, and his dark blue Taoist robe was clean and neat. He had a precious sword called "Guohu" hanging at his waist, and his tiger-like eyes were raised, scanning everything.

The audience's discussion intensified.

"I feel... what an impressive aura!"

"Is that a battle-hardened samurai!?"

"I've seen him on TV!"

"It looks like a portrait!"

"He had a knife on his waist...he really intended to kill someone!!"

“They are a good match.”

"Wow, that's amazing! It's good enough to be painted into a portrait!"

"..."

The experts present didn't even need to discuss it.

At a glance, it was clear that the person was none other than the peerless Miyamoto Musashi!

—It's the real deal!!

……

the other side.

[Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai enters through the Azure Dragon Passage.

He was dressed in a black martial arts uniform, and although he had a thick beard, he didn't look sloppy. He stood barefoot and barehanded on the field, his gaze fixed ahead.

As a participant, Kuroki Gensai is stepping into the underground arena for the first time.

But the audience felt that the "power" of this burly, bearded man was clearly visible!

—Very strong!

Whether compared to Kengan fighters or arena warriors, this "Kuroki Gensai" is definitely in a "very strong" category!

But even so, does he really want to fight?

He's going to fight Miyamoto Musashi with a sword...!?

"..."

Gradually, the atmosphere of the audience's noise split into two camps.

Fearing someone might actually die, one side shouted, "Stop fighting!"

The other side, still wanting to see a river of blood, roared, "Kill him now—!"

……

In this unusual atmosphere.

The staff member in the center of the field stood next to a mound of earth studded with weapons, raised his hand to signal the two contestants to come forward, and announced the rules of the competition.

This is the third time the rules have been announced tonight, but no one finds it verbose.

Everyone listened intently, as if they were fulfilling some special promise.

This rule exists precisely because of this competition!

"Special rules will be used in this match."

"All the weapons placed here are usable."

"besides……"

"The weapons that both sides have prepared in advance can also be used."

"There is only one situation that is considered a foul, and that is the use of firearms."

"—Please return to your positions!"

As the staff member finished speaking, Kuroki Gensai and Miyamoto Musashi ended their eye contact and turned back to the sidelines.

At the entrance to the Azure Dragon Passage, the few who had previously watched Heimu leave were now ready to watch the battle, and there were even several more of them.

Shiraki Sei, Hanma Baki, Wu Fengshui, Retsu Haiwang, Guo Haihuang, Tokita Oma, Wu Garuda, Yamashita Kazuo, Katahara Metsudo.

These people gathered together, watching Kuroki Gensai.

"Mr. Kuroki, judging from your expression, you couldn't hold back any longer, could you...?"

Bai Mucheng sat in a wheelchair, his body wrapped in bandages, yet his fighting spirit remained high. He grinned and offered his blessings to this ridiculously strong uncle.

"I wish you well!"

"Mmm!"

Kuroki responded in a deep voice and turned his head away.

At the same time, Tokugawa Mitsunari, the operator of the underground arena, raised his right hand and shouted:

"start--!!"

Boom! ! !

The war drums sounded on the sidelines, echoing in everyone's hearts.

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Boom! ! !

The war drums on the sidelines were sounded for the third time tonight.

The voices were clearly the same, but what resonated in everyone's hearts was a different feeling.

Abnormal? Unusual? Extraordinary? Unusual?