Super Fighting Tokyo.

Tokugawa Mitsunari was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat and his voice trembled.

"What……!?"

The old man's eyes widened as he stared intently at the broken sword on the field. "The Tokugawa family's national treasure, 'Kokutera,' was actually cleaved in two by the [Demon Spear]?!"

"..."

"OK!!"

Katsumi clenched his fist and exclaimed in surprise, finally releasing the emotions that Musashi had suppressed for so long. In doing so, he accidentally elbowed his father, Doppo, who was standing next to him.

"..."

Qinglong Passage Entrance.

Even Baki Hanma couldn't help but marvel at this attack.

He rubbed his neck, winking in empathy, "Ouch! Getting that old man's stab right in the throat would be deadly..."

Bai Mucheng, standing next to him, was also sweating profusely as he watched the ink paintings swirling around him.

"..."

On the other side, Kaeya, the Earth God, was equally astonished, "Terrifying! This isn't just hand-to-hand combat against weapons; it's a true armed battle!"

Honbu Izou nodded, sweating slightly. "He actually understood Musashi's movements and used Musashi's grip to break the sword? Impressive..."

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……

Looking along the trail of blood on the ground...

Musashi was lying in front of the fence at the edge of the field, looking like he had suffered a serious injury.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his face was covered in blood and saliva, and he was still coughing up blood and trembling uncontrollably.

"Click..."

Musashi lay on his back, letting out a hoarse murmur.

He struggled with great difficulty, shaking off the pieces of wood from his body. His blood-stained face twitched constantly, and his limbs trembled.

His wide eyes twitched violently, and his brain was clearly subjected to a strong shock.

The most serious issue is breathing.

His throat was struck hard by the [Demon Spear], and at this moment it felt as if something was blocking his throat, causing his face to turn red and then purple.

"Hiss...ha...ah..."

Musashi's breathing changed several times before finally calming down after three breaths, allowing him to take in air again.

"call……"

Musashi took a deep breath, covered his neck with his left hand, swayed, and used the broken "National Tiger" to support himself as he slowly stood up.

His eyes rolled back, and blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose, staining his chest and the ground beneath his feet.

……

Upon seeing this, the audience gasped in surprise.

"It worked! Musashi is in danger!"

"Give him the final blow!"

……

However, Kuroki Gensai did not move, remaining in his fighting stance, ready for battle.

"what……"

Musashi's body was slightly hunched over as he assumed a stance of exhaustion. His breathing had become steady, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes returned to normal, looking at the distant blackwood, somewhat puzzled, "Master, why didn't you attack just now?"

"Mmm!"

Kuroki narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Now that it's time to fight to the death, I, Kuroki, will not act rashly!"

"What I can understand is Miyamoto Musashi in action."

"But facing the fallen Miyamoto Musashi is a different matter altogether, and I, Kuroki, will treat it as a new battle!"

"..."

Hearing Kuroki's words, Motobu Izo in the audience couldn't help but clench his fists and exclaimed, "Well done! As expected of a successor of the ancient style of martial arts, as expected of the next generation of ancient style martial arts!"

If Kuroki Gensai had just given chase, would he have been able to end the battle?

No one could answer.

Even Miyamoto Musashi himself couldn't say for sure what he would do if Kuroki really attacked with murderous intent.

But there's only one thing—

Musashi slowly raised his right hand, looking at the treasured sword "Kuni-Tora" with only an inch of blade remaining.

"Well……"

The pain that spread from his throat and gradually permeated his entire body was so intense that Musashi didn't even notice that the sword in his hand had broken.

Unable to detect the state of the swords...?

This was a battle situation that Miyamoto Musashi had never experienced before!

"..."

Discomfort, irritability, anger, sorrow,感慨, surprise...

Caught in a whirlpool of complex emotions, a certain idea began to form in Miyamoto Musashi's mind—

It's almost usable.

That's right, in Higo, which is now Kumamoto, the area where the Niten Ichi-ryu technique is nearing completion!

Facing the [Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai—

If not now, when?!

"..."

Initially, it was the experts on site who noticed, but gradually, even the audience began to take notice.

So, it really is going to be...?!

It's not over yet!!

……

……

Miyamoto Musashi's thoughts drifted back four hundred years.

At that time, he was already fifty-eight years old and was revered by the world as "unparalleled in the world," living in a mansion in the (present-day) Kumamoto region.

There, he did a lot of things, such as teaching his disciples swordsmanship and military strategy, writing books, and studying painting and calligraphy.

calligraphy……

Yes, calligraphy.

The practice of calligraphy begins with "regular script," gradually progresses to "running script," and finally evolves into "cursive script," reaching an even higher level.

So... what is "cursive script" in swordsmanship...?

What lies beyond "Swordplay and Cursive Script"...?

"..."

With these questions in mind, Musashi continued his training.

He handles the knife less and less each year, and sometimes he doesn't even touch it once in an entire year.

But the swords and blades never parted!

During practice, when facing disciples wielding wooden swords, Musashi would either be unarmed or hold a semi-transparent sword of different sizes in each hand.

Even in this state, Musashi could easily win, turning his disciple into illusory mincemeat!

...It will be soon.

Musashi realized that something was about to be completed.

Just like the calligraphy I practice.

He writes on paper every day, constantly writing all day long.

Later, he started writing in his mind, even muttering words while walking, without stopping for a moment.

Finally, one day, Musashi could imagine writing on a wall whenever he saw it, and he could imagine writing on a waterfall whenever he saw it.

Even when he looks at the sky, he can wield his brush in the sky!

When calligraphy reaches this level, the brush is no longer needed.

Calligraphy is like this...

The two are interconnected, and so is the sword!

Four hundred years ago, Miyamoto Musashi took the next step in swordsmanship.

From having a pen to having no pen, from having a sword to having no sword, finally entering the ultimate form that is not bound by things, the knife and the person become one, never to be separated again!

—He has reached the realm of no sword!

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Let's go back four hundred years.

Tokyo Dome, the underground arena.

Musashi raised his hand to observe, glanced at the broken "National Tiger" a few more times, then turned to the little old man in the audience, somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Tokugawa, I broke your sword."