Super Fighting Tokyo.

Musashi finally realized the answer, resting his hands on his knees as he sat cross-legged, and exclaimed in sudden realization, "It's Funajima!"

Tokugawa: "..."

Tokugawa: "...Huh?"

What kind of tone is this? Why suddenly mention Funashima—the official name of Ganryu Island?

"Ah~~~~"

Musashi looked embarrassed. "Anyway, that's what you're asking, right?"

"What you just mentioned was that duel I had on Funashima Island, with that Sasaki guy... ah, with Sasaki Kojiro, right?"

Tokugawa: "..."

Tokugawa: "...Huh??"

The old man was clearly stunned, and asked in surprise, "How come... it seems like you've forgotten something...?"

Musashi waved his hands repeatedly, sweating with embarrassment.

"No, no, no, what are you talking about? I just remembered!"

Whether in ancient or modern times, people subconsciously keep themselves busy when they are in an awkward situation, like Musashi is now.

He rubbed his hands together, then rubbed his knees.

That action showed that he really didn't care about "Sasaki Kojiro".

"After all, I've faced far too many people..."

Musashi scratched his chin and added, "I remember his style was... um... rock... style..."

"..."

"Wait, wait...!!"

Seeing that Musashi was somewhat embarrassed, Tokugawa had no choice but to interrupt.

Tokugawa asked doubtfully, "Isn't that Sasaki Kojiro your destined nemesis? Isn't he Miyamoto Musashi's strongest rival?"

"what?"

Musashi was equally puzzled, several question marks appearing above his head. "A nemesis? No, he's just like that~~~~"

Tokugawa was shocked and couldn't help but brace himself with one hand, even knocking over the tea. "That's...it?!"

"..."

Musashi truly couldn't understand why Tokugawa was so surprised. "While his skill level is indeed not weak, there's nothing particularly special about him~~~~?"

"Huh??"

Tokugawa looked conflicted, and finally sighed helplessly, "So... never mind. Anyway, what about last night? Was it just 'that's how it was?"

Upon hearing this, Musashi immediately straightened his expression.

He corrected Tokugawa without hesitation, “It’s comparable to the Battle of Sekigahara, something that will be talked about for decades to come. How could it be ‘just like that’?”

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa was immediately delighted and visibly happier.

At this point, Tokugawa suddenly remembered, "Oh right, there's one more person you haven't mentioned?"

"—Shiraki Cheng."

Tokugawa was somewhat puzzled. "Lord Musashi, you commented on Kano Aki, but you didn't mention 'Shiraki Jo.' Why is that?"

Musashi scratched his head. "Because it's a bit... hard to say..."

After saying that, Musashi let out a breath and said seriously, "Because it's hard to say, I can only look forward to it and wait for the next time."

"—!!"

Tokugawa's eyes widened. "You want to fight? You want to fight Shiraki...? When?"

Musashi nodded. "Not just Shiraki, anyone can do it."

Tokugawa was even more astonished, "You're already itching to do it again?!"

Musashi nodded again, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Even if we fight every day, it's fine...!"

……

……

The next day.

Headquarters Jujutsu Dojo.

Shiraki Chengdeng was invited to visit this place and meet the abbot of the dojo, Honbu Izō.

Chapter 652 Headquarters' Hospitality

Headquarters Jujutsu Dojo.

Located somewhere in Tokyo, it is a rather old-fashioned traditional dojo with a strong atmosphere of "ancient martial arts".

Outside is a gentle courtyard with only grass and a few wildflowers, and a gravel path leads straight ahead.

The main building of the dojo consists of three Japanese-style huts without any extra decorations. The exterior walls have clearly been repaired several times, but some of the plaster is still cracked.

The plaque bearing the inscription "Honbu-ryu Jujutsu" hangs above the doorway, weathered by time.

"..."

Shiraki Chengdao said "Excuse me," opened the door, and entered the dojo.

Everything inside the dojo is equally simple.

There was only an ordinary floor, simple wooden walls, and a Buddhist altar with a tablet for "Amaterasu Daimyo Shrine".

But upon closer inspection, the many "accessories" on the wall are anything but simple.

It's not paintings, calligraphy, or photographs, but a wide variety of "weapons" of different styles!

Looking around, it has everything!

Bamboo sword, real sword, darts, kusarigama, brass knuckles, rope, shuriken, cross-shaped pistol, short gun, sickle, jitte (a type of katana), whip, stick, bow and arrow...

Etc., etc!

Furthermore, each type of weapon is not limited to one type; there are multiple different specifications of the same type of weapon, and each one is carefully arranged.

It was an exhibition of all kinds of weapons!

More importantly, these weapons showed no signs of being "wiped" and were spotless, shining as if new.

This means that these weapons are used so frequently that they don't need to be wiped down at all!

……

……

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Shiramu walked barefoot on the floor, strolling in front of the dazzling "weapon wall," occasionally touching the handles and blades, feeling their coolness.

Just then, a voice rang out from not far away.

"welcome."

Bai Mucheng turned his head to look.

Not far away stood an uncle with medium-length silver-white hair and a thick beard.

He is in his fifties, about 170cm tall, and weighs around 80kg.

He was dressed in a traditional kimono, with a sturdy build, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.

It is none other than Honbu Izo, the head of Honbu-ryu Jujutsu, the dojo master of Honbu-ryu Jujutsu, and a master of Koryu Practical Jujutsu!

He and Bai Mucheng were old acquaintances.

The earliest instance was in a park, when they faced off against "Spek," one of the five death row inmates. Headquarters member Zang and Wu Fengshui witnessed the duel between Spek and Shiraki Sei.

In the subsequent "Sikorsky kidnapping incident," Izou also entrusted his disciple Kaiya with a special forces team to help.

Next came the operation to capture [Violent] Liu Longguang, in which Izou of the headquarters also participated.

"..."

"You're here so early, Brother Shiraki. The tea hasn't even boiled yet."

Honbu Izou, looking relaxed, walked over to Shiraki Sei and admired the weapons on the wall with him.

It was clearly his own training ground, clearly his own weapons, clearly something he used to train with every day...

But Motobu Izo's eyes shone as brightly as when they first met, filled with a heart-fluttering affection.

"He's handsome, isn't he?"

The headquarters smiled faintly, "The weapon's mission is engraved in its design, leaving only its pure 'essence,' which is truly exhilarating."

Shiramu nodded and then reached down to take a short knife from the wall.

The headquarters staff were somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Brother Shiraki, can you use weapons?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained noncommittal, then suddenly leaped back half a step, gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, twisted his core, and swung the sword rapidly in front of him.

Swish~~ Swish swish!

The sharp glint of blades flashed one after another, tracing arcs in the air, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart.

Wow!

As Bai Mucheng's cleaver fell, he steadied himself in a bow stance, bringing the blade to a steady stop in mid-air.

Upon seeing this, Honbu Izo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"oh oh……!"