Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki was naturally happy to welcome them. He went back inside to get two bottles of soda, and he and Musashi sat on the veranda in the courtyard, each drinking a bottle.

"It tastes so good, the Tokugawa family doesn't have this kind of thing..."

Musashi didn't resist these new gadgets and naturally became happy.

"..."

Meanwhile, inside the living room.

Wu Fengshui, You Sha, and Maruk were all very nervous at first.

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi wasn't there to kill anyone, the three of them... didn't relax either, after all, his presence was too strong to ignore.

They huddled together in the living room, drinking soda and watching quietly as things unfolded.

Maruk was particularly nervous.

He once served as Rodham, the "Demon of the Abandoned Building," and wielded a knife to kill many gamblers. To this day, he is still atoning for his sins with the help of Baku, the "Lies Eater."

Therefore, Maruk's mind and body are exceptionally sensitive to things that can kill, such as knives or daggers.

Maruk can see—

Beside Miyamoto Musashi were two semi-transparent katanas, one long and one short.

It was very strange, far beyond Maruk's comprehension, but Maruk was certain that the two translucent swords did exist!

"Is Brother Cheng alright?"

Maruk murmured under his breath, "That samurai uncle, he was carrying two swords..."

"..."

Musashi's ears twitched.

He overheard the conversation inside the room, and his face immediately lit up with joy, making him even happier.

"Can even the little kids over there see it?"

His tiger-like eyes scanned his surroundings, noticing the tree where Bai Mucheng had just been sitting.

"Hmph, Bai Mu, you can meditate too?"

Bai Mucheng scratched the corner of his mouth. "I wasn't good at it before, but I got used to it without even realizing it."

"Hmm, good manners."

Musashi nodded approvingly, then suddenly remembered something else and pointed to his cheek.

He was gesturing to the gauze on Shiraki's left cheek.

There was a wound there, inflicted by the punch of [Fang of Destruction] Kanaga. Although it wasn't deep, it was still a long one.

"It's been several days already, hasn't the wound healed yet?"

"..."

Musashi's sudden question surprised Shiraki, but he still replied, "The doctor said it can be removed tomorrow."

"Well……"

Musashi's expression remained calm. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly took two things out of his pocket.

It was a bundle of straw and a lighter.

Snap, snap snap...

Musashi lit a flame with a lighter, a smile playing on his lips. "This is a convenient thing. I asked Tokugawa for it."

After saying that, he lit the straw in his hand and placed it on the pile of stones next to the corridor.

After the straw was burned to ashes, Musashi took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained some milky white, crystalline liquid.

"This is horse oil."

As Musashi explained, he cut open an empty beverage bottle with his bare hands, poured in half a bottle of horse oil, and added some straw ash from the ground.

"Put rice straw ash into the horse oil and stir it..."

Musashi didn't use his fingers, but instead stirred it a few times with the bottle cap.

Finally, the horse oil turned into a clear, black, viscous liquid, which Musashi collected in a split beverage bottle and handed to Shiraki.

Musashi confidently said, "Apply it to the wound, and it will heal quickly."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "...?"

His expression froze for a few seconds before he finally took the bottle seriously, closed it, and carefully stored it away, with no immediate plans to use it.

"Thank you, that's a really useful tip, I'll definitely use it next time."

"I will definitely use it when Yingchu, Hongye, and Xing are all on vacation."

"..."

Musashi was indeed not a child, in fact, he was overly mature. Of course, he could hear Shiraki's embarrassment, but he could also tell that Shiraki wasn't just being perfunctory.

"Hmm... Haha, it seems there are more convenient ways to deal with this in the modern world. This kind of emergency is also good."

Musashi said no more.

He stood with his left foot on the grass, his right leg crossed across the corridor, his right foot dangling at the edge of the corridor, leaning against a pillar, tilting his head to look into the courtyard.

A gentle breeze blew her hair back.

That appearance, combined with two semi-transparent swords, is truly unparalleled in its elegance, a veritable ukiyo-e painting!

"Hmm, Shiraki..."

Musashi fiddled with the lighter, sparks flying out. "Well, I didn't come to see you because I had something to ask you for. I just wanted to come and see you."

"It's been a long time since I've had a conversation like that with anyone."

Musashi put the lighter away and laughed, "Just like that night, chatting like we're making a name for ourselves in a packed arena."

"But how should I put it..."

Musashi scratched his head. "As expected, it's not quite what I imagined? That's why I still wanted to talk to you."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki admitted that he had thought about it for a moment, and then suddenly said, "—I don't want to."

Musashi: "..."

Musashi: "Huh?"

He really hadn't expected Bai Mucheng to refuse.

Shiraki suddenly changed the subject, grinning, "Mr. Musashi, chatting here is too boring. Would you like to learn some practical knowledge?"

"One of my masters said something similar:"

"Although there are many forms of practice, you are now in the real world, so how about we start from the streets of this real world?"

After saying that, Bai Mucheng stood up, patted his bottom, and tilted his head to indicate, "Let's go for a walk in the street together."

Musashi paused, then a smile slowly crept onto his lips. "Oh, oh..."

He stood up and followed.

"..."

The two walked to the gate of the courtyard.

At this moment, the three people who had been eavesdropping inside the house couldn't help but open the door and come out to watch the two leave.

Their expressions were all strange.

Worry?

Yes, to some extent, but not entirely.

But no matter what, going shopping with the peerless Miyamoto Musashi—it's really strange no matter how you look at it!

Shiramu raised his hand to indicate, "I'll treat Musashi to lunch, so I won't be coming back for dinner."

Arisa blinked. "Oh... okay..."

Before the three of them could say anything, they had already watched Shiraki and Musashi leave, and quickly walked past the street corner.

"..."

The three people were stunned, staring at each other in disbelief.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the street corner on the other side, attracting the attention of the three people in the courtyard.

—It's a huge group of people!

The group was led by an elderly man in a kimono, a burly middle-aged man with a mustache, and two elderly white men in suits.

They were all acquaintances from the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Mitsunari Tokugawa, Morio Sonoda ("Senior Inspector"), Dr. Payne ("Nobel Prize laureate"), and Dr. Horner ("leader of the Musashi revival project").

There were four or five more officers in black suits, all of whom were officers from the Secret Funeral Division.

"..."

This group of eight or nine people all looked nervous, seemingly secretly following Miyamoto Musashi.

They proceeded cautiously, passing by the entrance of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Yusa peeked out from behind the courtyard wall and said softly, "Hey~~!"

"—!?"

This startled the people who were following them.

Tokugawa Mitsunari smiled wryly, "There's nothing I can do. Although Musashi said he doesn't need any care, I'm still worried that he'll get into trouble."

Morio Sonoda sighed and explained to his old friends at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy:

"The Metropolitan Police Department assessed that the situation surrounding the 'clone' Miyamoto Musashi is no less critical than that 'fight between the strongest father and son on earth'."

Dr. Payne nodded in agreement. "In other words, if Miyamoto Musashi gets into a fight with someone, it could very likely affect ordinary people as well!"