Super Fighting Tokyo.

The ancient martial arts master scratched the corner of his mouth and gave an embarrassed but sharp comment: "What nonsense! How unprofessional!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng: "Haha..."

Although he had expected such comments, Shiraki Cheng still blushed a little.

He frankly admitted, "I am indeed not very skilled, but without a doubt, even a layman's swing is lethal."

"Ah."

Headquarters nodded and repeated, "That's right, that's also a characteristic of weapons..."

……

……

Shiraki put the short sword back in its original position.

Knowing that Shiraki hadn't seen enough, the headquarters continued the tour with him, walking around the outside of the dojo.

They walked and talked.

The officers looked Shiramu Cheng up and down, examining the bandages on his body, and asked, "How are your injuries?"

"Ah? Oh... Dr. Yingchu said it's nothing serious."

Bai Mucheng raised his hand to look at it and laughed, "Of course, there will definitely be a few scars left, there's no good way to deal with it."

Upon hearing this, the department head let out a long sigh.

“I wanted to call you over to talk after the battle yesterday... no, the night before last, but after thinking it over, I decided to let you rest for a day.”

"In short..."

The headquarters staff member lit a cigarette and made a startling remark.

"Unfortunately, even the Demon Spear Kuroki Gensai was unable to show us Miyamoto Musashi's full strength."

"He probably wanted to experience as much modern combat technology as possible and train himself."

The headquarters said in a deep voice:

"In other words, what happened that night was just a training exercise for Miyamoto Musashi, not a life-or-death duel!"

"Musashi at his full potential is a monster among monsters, a level beyond the imagination of modern people!"

The commander raised his hand to steady himself against the wall and began to recount:

"Sword, spear, bow, club, naginata, rope, horse, shuriken... Miyamoto Musashi must be proficient in all eighteen martial arts."

"Furthermore, not to boast, but all of these weapons have been trained by my unit."

“This is something even Yujiro Hanma couldn’t do.”

"Therefore, no one but me can protect everyone in front of Musashi!"

“I—Honbu Izo—should take on this responsibility.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Cheng paused, then slowly spoke, "Head of Headquarters, please don't—"

Before he could finish speaking, the headquarters interrupted him.

“I really should have stopped you that night, especially you—Brother Shiraki, you shouldn’t have met with Miyamoto Musashi.”

"No one but me can stand before the swordsman Musashi!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng frowned slightly, "Hey, guys at headquarters, don't—"

"I am a practitioner of ancient-style jujutsu."

Headquarters interrupted again, their tone unwavering, "Therefore, although it goes against the ideals of martial artists, I'm not saying this because I think we have a chance of winning."

"I just couldn't escape it."

"As a learner, seeker, and inheritor of that era, the duel with Miyamoto Musashi is a responsibility I cannot escape!"

Headquarters swallowed hard.

"Miyamoto Musashi with a sword is terrifying."

"Miyamoto Musashi, who has reached the 'swordless realm,' is an unprecedentedly terrifying figure!"

"But I must take on this responsibility."

"..."

Having said all that, Bai Mucheng understood and finally had a chance to speak.

He sighed and said, "Mr. Headquarters, please don't say those kinds of things anymore, and don't say anything more."

But Izou still has to say something.

"Brother Bai Mu..."

Headquarters commander said sternly, "Shiraki Cheng, you can't continue fighting Miyamoto Musashi!!"

The voice was extremely deep and echoed throughout the temple.

Bai Mucheng was jolted, his movements stiffened on the spot, his face tightened slightly, and his aura surged and twisted.

Headquarters, however, completely ignored those matters.

"Whether it's towards Shiraki Sei, Baki, Hanma Yujiro, Kaku Kaiou, Retsu Kaiou, or anyone else—"

Honbu Izō said seriously, "Neither you nor any of you can defeat him, not even if you try your best."

"I will protect them!!"

"I will protect you from Musashi's clutches—!!"

"..."

"Ahhhhhh!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned and rubbed his face helplessly.

"You can't keep fighting"—these words, just as Bai Mucheng had predicted, made him feel extremely uncomfortable no matter how he heard them.

Even though I was mentally prepared, it was still uncomfortable!

As a result, the atmosphere inside the dojo was incredibly oppressive.

Like a dry powder keg, it will explode with just a spark!

Shiraki Cheng frowned slightly and murmured, "Mr. Headquarters, what did you say?"

The next second—

Beep beep!!

A piercing buzzing sound suddenly came from the next room, startling Bai Mucheng, but upon closer listening, he realized it was the kettle boiling.

Without changing his expression, as if completely ignoring Shiraki's words, he turned and went to the next room to make tea.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

He raised his hand and put it on the head of the headquarters, clearly not wanting the head of the headquarters to leave like this.

Shiraki Cheng's voice was slightly menacing as he repeated, "Mr. Headquarters, what did you say...?"

A surge of murderous intent was rising.

He twisted his waist to break free and continued walking to the next room.

Bai Mucheng bared his teeth, his ten fingers clenching tightly, his pupils flashing with a sharp light, and he looked ready to explode.

Suddenly, the headquarters said again, "A friend from Saga Prefecture sent me some 'yokan,' a local specialty. I thought I'd give it to you to try."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

……

Before long, the headquarters brought out tea and desserts.

Shiraki Sei sat in the dojo early in the morning. He first ate a small piece of yokan (sweet bean jelly), chewing on the special crispy sugar coating, and then sipped some tea.

"Hmm! Not bad, fantastic!"

Shiraki slapped his thigh in admiration, then suddenly frowned, reverting to his previous barely suppressed anger, and looked at Honbu Izo, who had just sat down.

His voice was low and hoarse, brimming with murderous intent.

"Mr. Headquarters, what did you just say?"

After asking the question, take another bite.

Chapter 653 Scoring

Inside the main branch of the Jujutsu dojo.

There was an extreme disconnect between the visuals and the sound.

Looking over, you see Shiraki Shō and Honbu Izō—these two close friends, despite their age difference, enjoying tea and eating Saga's specialty, yokan (sweet bean jelly).

But it sounded like Shiraki Cheng's murderous question.

"Mr. Headquarters, what did you just say?"

"..."

Witnessing this scene, even the seated Honbu Izo couldn't help but cross his arms, look up at the sky, and sigh:

"Wow, that's amazing! This is Bai Mucheng of the [Battle Spirit]..."