Super Fighting Tokyo.

The next moment—

Snapped!

Suddenly, the commander pulled something out of his pocket. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a ceramic clay ball. He raised his hand and slammed it onto the floor.

Whoosh!

In an instant, billowing white smoke, thick with the smell of gunpowder, engulfed the headquarters and Shiramu Cheng.

~~~！！

Still preoccupied with the poisoning, Bai Mucheng's eyes widened, his consciousness momentarily slowed.

He had anticipated that the headquarters of the practical master, Izang, would launch a sneak attack before he even arrived;

The moment he heard the word "poisoning," he analyzed his physical condition and the actual situation and concluded that the headquarters was most likely lying to him.

So you can fight!

Such a reaction is incredibly fast.

But the act of "thinking" does indeed take "a moment".

Headquarters captured that moment!

In that instant, a sharp dagger appeared behind Bai Mucheng, its tip pressed against the back of his head.

Snap...

The person wielding the knife is Honbu Izo.

Just moments before, as the smoke and dust from the explosion erupted, the main force rushed behind Shiraki and drew a short sword hidden in his robes.

The sharp tip of the knife pressed against Bai Mucheng's hair, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his skin!

The power of life and death has been taken over by the headquarters.

"A hundred kinds of martial arts..."

The commander muttered to himself, then sheathed the dagger and hid it back in his bosom.

"I'm sorry, poisoning would be too much, so I was just kidding, but it still surprised you."

"That's my bonus point, so my calculation of 300 points was pretty accurate, wasn't it?"

The officer looked relaxed and glanced around at the empty plate.

"Speaking of which, Shiraki-kun, even though I didn't poison you, you ate way too fast! Just watching you eat made me sick of it..."

Chapter 654 Love Letters in Five Rounds

Inside the main building of the Taiho-ryu Jujutsu Dojo.

Splash...

The white smoke, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder, had not yet completely dissipated.

Honbu Izo was already standing behind Shiraki Sei, casually putting the short sword that was pressed against the back of Shiraki Sei's head back into his pocket.

"..."

Shiraki turned around and looked back, his eyes widening slightly as he murmured in amazement, "Mr. Honbu, you can poison people...?"

"No no no."

The headquarters staff member was somewhat embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I already told you it was a lie, there was no real poison, you have to believe me!"

Bai Mucheng lowered his head and pursed his lips. "Of course I believe you. I knew you were lying the moment you opened your mouth."

"In fact, ever since I stepped into this dojo, I have been on guard, with a premonition that Mr. Honbu would use various means to deal with me."

“I even thought that Mr. Honbu would never actually poison me—I’m certain of that.”

"But the key point is that the act of 'thinking' itself made me a moment slow."

"This is the first time I've ever felt this way..."

"..."

Headquarters puffed out his chest and raised his eyebrows with a smile, saying, "Because this is Shiraki Cheng's first duel with my Headquarters Izo!"

Bai Mucheng understood, "In our first encounter, I was slightly inferior."

He felt a little itchy from the smell of gunpowder, sniffed, and suddenly changed the subject, "But, Mr. Headquarters, what if I renege?"

Upon hearing this, the headquarters staff's expression turned somewhat amused.

Shiramu Cheng put his hands on his hips and grinned, "The first match is over. I understand Honbu Izo. Now I want to fight the second match. How will Honbu Izo deal with me this time?"

"..."

Faced with this blatant act of cheating, the commander stroked his chin, as if he were seriously considering the matter.

Immediately, the head of the unit covered his mouth and shook his head, saying, "Brother Shiraki, since you still want to continue, how can you say you understand my head of the unit, Izou?"

Bai Mucheng was taken aback.

Then, he saw his subordinate lower his hands, step his left foot slightly forward, shift his weight to the center of his body, and re-establish his stance.

Headquarters said in a deep voice, "Brother Shiraki, I'm not here to fight you, but to stop you from seeing Miyamoto Musashi. Bring it on!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng paused, his expression ultimately turning helpless.

"You don't want to fight me, you just want to stop me from seeing Musashi?"

"Indeed, I can't handle this kind of thing..."

Shiraki sighed, realizing that his headquarters had no intention of fighting him at this moment, only thinking about achieving their goal, so he chose to give up.

Seeing this, the headquarters also breathed a long sigh of relief, their foreheads already covered in sweat.

The headquarters smiled wryly, "I had already anticipated that if we wanted to stop Shiraki from seeing Musashi, we couldn't go with the idea of ​​'deciding by fighting'."

"This has nothing to do with any technique; it's simply a strategy targeting 'Shiroki Sei'."

"Even if what is actually done is something like using knives and smoke bombs, it is essentially unrelated to combat."

“But in that case, ‘Shiraki Cheng’ will lose interest, and I will be able to achieve my goal.”

The commander, with a drooping brow and a faint smile, said, "Although it may make you uncomfortable, this is the art of war, this is battle!"

"..."

……

The short playtime is over.

The headquarters brought hot water, and the two continued to sit on the floor and drink tea.

Although the white smoke had dissipated, the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder, which made people's noses itch, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"How wonderful, to be able to drink tea here..."

Suddenly, the headquarters made a startling statement, saying in a low voice, "If you really attack, this dojo will probably be destroyed."

Bai Mucheng looked puzzled. "...Hmm?"

The head of the unit took a sip of tea. "These days, it's very difficult to get high-quality raw materials for explosives. I have to thank Miss Wu from your family for allowing me to purchase from the Wu clan."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "Eh~~~?"

He finally realized what was happening and asked in surprise, "Commander, you've prepared explosives to deal with me?"

"This is also a hundred kinds of martial arts!"

The headquarters staff member remained calm, saying, "I've buried homemade explosives throughout the dojo, and if you attack again, I plan to detonate them immediately."

"Although no one will die, you'll probably be in the hospital for a few weeks if you weren't prepared."

The head of the department scratched his head. He then changed the subject.

"I was going to do it directly, but after thinking about it, I realized it would be too much and would destroy the dojo I had worked so hard to build."

"So in the end, I didn't poison you or plant explosives, but I could only risk using 'disappointment' to force you to compromise."

The headquarters' voice was firm: "Whether you agree or not, this is the only way we can do it!"

"..."

The sheer determination of the headquarters made Shiraki Shigeya swallow hard.

There's something that headquarters actually misspoke about.

—Although no fight broke out, Shiraki Cheng didn't feel "disappointed" at all.

Because just now, the actions that Honbu Izo demonstrated—a desperate struggle, a desperate struggle, and a final decision made after racking his brains—perfectly matched Shiraki Shō's combat aesthetics.

Shiraki Sei got to eat Honbu Izo's "heart".

"..."

Thinking of this, Shiraki Cheng couldn't help but scratch his knee and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Headquarters, there's something I'm very curious about."

"Oh, this..."

The commander pulled a small ball from his pocket and explained, "This is a 'smoke bomb' used by ninjas. I made it myself."

“A round cartridge case is made by firing unglazed pottery and then stuffing it with special gunpowder.”

"..."

Bai Mucheng shook his head. "I'm not curious about that, but rather—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by headquarters.

You mean explosives?

Headquarters raised an eyebrow and smiled, "According to the original plan, I intended to adjust the angle of the explosives and leave a few safe spots inside the dojo."