Super Fighting Tokyo.

"That way, I won't be too shocked."

"But thinking about it carefully, it's still too dangerous. If something happens to you, I doubt many people would let me off the hook, right?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng frowned, his expression strange. "Actually, what I wanted to ask was—"

The commander turned to look at the wall, raising an eyebrow casually, and said, "Would you like me to introduce you to other weapons?"

Shiramu Cheng let out a long sigh.

"Hey, guys from headquarters..."

He looked seriously at headquarters and steered the conversation back on track, "What I want to ask you is, what is strength?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the headquarters staff also looked back at Shiraki Cheng with seriousness.

He stared into Bai Mucheng's eyes and said, "This is the key point, Brother Bai Mu. Didn't I just say that it was 'powerful'?"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head to listen.

Headquarters said earnestly, "Weapons, tactics, skills, intelligence, military strategy... these are the fighting techniques of Headquarters Izo, and Miyamoto Musashi's methods also include these."

“I won’t say something as childish as: You’re dead.”

"Because both you and I know very well that I have no intention of killing you."

"If I really wanted to kill you, your reaction might be different."

"...Sounds very complicated, doesn't it?"

The headquarters raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly.

“You modern fighters aren’t used to this kind of thing yet—it might be offensive to say this, but it’s true.”

"I am the only one who is proficient in these methods."

“Baki, Shiraki, Yujiro, Kaku Kaiou, Retsu, Ohma, Kuroki Gensai… it’s not you.”

"Only me—Honbu Izo."

"I should be in charge of the battle against Miyamoto Musashi!"

……

……

As evening fell, Shiraki Cheng left the dojo.

The headquarters sent him several servings of Saga yokan (sweet bean jelly) to take back to his family, which greatly pleased Shiraki.

As for Miyamoto Musashi?

From the very beginning, the headquarters never thought it would be so easy to prevent Shiraki Sho—or any other modern fighter—from meeting Miyamoto Musashi.

Therefore, the headquarters simply hopes that Shiraki will be prepared.

He—Honbu Izo—will prove to everyone that only he can protect them!

"..."

That evening.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui lay by the window inside the house, drew back the curtains, and looked at the moon hanging high in the sky.

While admiring the moon, we also chatted about all sorts of random things.

"Grandpa and my eldest brother, along with some members of the Wu clan, have all stayed in Tokyo for the time being, perhaps because of Miyamoto Musashi?"

"The Metropolitan Police Department is also making quite a fuss; they're on high alert."

"This time, the scale is even bigger than Pike's resurrection, and it's even comparable to that battle between the strongest father and son on the field!"

Wu Fengshui recalled: "Miyamoto Musashi—in the records of the Wu clan, he was also the synonym for 'unparalleled in the world'."

"There is even a saying that the concept of 'unparalleled in the world' originated from Miyamoto Musashi."

"..."

Shiraki Cheng was also pondering, "There were many swordsmen of the same era, but only one left behind the 'Book of Five Rings', and that was Miyamoto Musashi."

Wu Fengshui nodded. "So, he must really like it, right?"

"Oh, yes."

Shiraki felt the same way, "If he hadn't been thinking about that 'path' day and night, how could he have written such a long 'five-wheel love letter'?"

"Speaking of which..."

Bai Mucheng asked with some curiosity, "Just how many weapons did the Wu clan sell to Mr. Headquarters?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that Mr. Headquarters is a major client."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes. "Swords and axes forged by master craftsmen, as well as some other miscellaneous special weapons. Some of them are the first time that even the craftsmen of the Wu clan have forged them."

"So, Mr. Headquarters must like it very much, right?"

Wu Fengshui narrowed his eyes and said with a grin, "I like all the martial arts he's practiced, so much so that I can write him love letters!"

"..."

The two chatted about this and that, and then fell into a deep sleep under the moonlight.

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Bai Mucheng got up early.

The injuries sustained in the battle with Kanagawa haven't healed yet, and he's still wrapped in bandages, so he didn't do his morning exercise this morning. Shiraki Cheng was in charge of preparing breakfast.

"..."

Even after finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, the exhilarating experience of spending time with Honbu Izo yesterday still lingered in Shiraki Sho's mind.

Shiraki could almost hear Honbu Izo's resolute words—

"I will absolutely not allow you to see Miyamoto Musashi! This matter can only be handled by my own Izō!"

"..."

Wow, Mr. Headquarters, you're so handsome...

Shiramu Cheng thought to himself.

As usual, he sat under a tree in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze.

He closed his eyes, opened them, and looked to the side.

A figure dressed in a dark blue martial arts uniform, wearing bamboo leather shoes, and with medium-length hair tied up, stood at the courtyard gate.

—Miyamoto Musashi.

It wasn't that Bai Mucheng went to find him, but rather that he came to visit the Douhun Martial Arts Academy.

Shiramu Cheng: "...Haha!"

A happy smile gradually appeared on his calm and leisurely face, silently responding to the resolute tone of Honbu Izo in his mind.

They would never let us see Miyamoto Musashi.

"But given the current situation, it can't be considered a breach of contract on my part, Mr. Headquarters..."

With a light "whoosh," Bai Mucheng leaped up and strolled leisurely toward the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Musashi."

"Welcome to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall..."

Chapter 655 Chatting

What does "本部以藏" mean?

Don't think about it yet!

The stark reality is that even if Shiraki Cheng didn't go to see Miyamoto Musashi, Miyamoto Musashi still came to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

"..."

Musashi's attire was as usual.

Wearing a dark blue martial arts uniform and bamboo leather shoes, her medium-length hair was tied back, slightly curly, with strands falling naturally.

He was tall and robust, with broad shoulders and a thick back, and strong muscle lines visible on his chest and arms.

With a leopard's head and tiger's eyes, his eyebrows and stubble were slightly sparse, and he wore a smug smile on his face, yet he still exuded a subtle sense of oppression.

"..."

The great battle that night had already taken place three days prior.

Musashi's injuries have mostly healed, leaving only a few shallow scars, with only a few marks remaining on his neck.

Clearly, Musashi's body had been honed through countless battles, making it extremely resilient.

"Oh, Shiraki."

Musashi was delighted to see Shiraki approaching. "The world is chaotic, but the routes aren't complicated. It's easy to find here."

He had clearly come alone, following his memories of previous visits.

You came here by yourself?

Shiraki was somewhat surprised. "Miyamoto Musashi went out alone? Won't Tokugawa be worried?"

"Is there a problem? I'm not a child."

Musashi walked into the courtyard with a calm expression.