Super Fighting Tokyo.

Morio Sonoda added, "Furthermore, Miyamoto Musashi and Pi are different; they are two different kinds of people."

"He doesn't come from the entirely different Cretaceous period, but from a seemingly ancient era, making him even more enigmatic!"

Sonoda rubbed his temples and described it as, "It felt like someone who is a professional killer or executioner, but whose mentality is different from that of an ordinary person, just goes out into the street."

"—It's extremely dangerous from any angle!"

"..."

Wu Fengshui blinked: "Yeah, that's right..."

Maruk nodded seriously, "Oh, oh!"

Arisa's mindset is unusual; she's incredibly optimistic. "It's okay, didn't Mr. Musashi say he's here to chat with you, bro?"

I'll take another day off and ask for leave.

The arrangement of dialogue and fight scenes in the later stages of the Musashi arc was indeed very difficult. I spent a whole day yesterday figuring it out, so I have to take a day off today.

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Chapter 656 Four Hundred Years

"Senior Superintendent" Morio Sonoda blinked.

This serious-looking middle-aged police officer suddenly realized that the girl with black eyes and white pupils at the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Academy seemed to be a member of the Wu clan.

Therefore, the analogy of "professional killers taking to the streets" is clearly inappropriate.

After all, there are quite a few skilled members of the Wu family in the Metropolitan Police Department, and that large family has connections in both the official and private sectors.

Luckily, they didn't notice...

"Ah, anyway..."

Sonoda scratched his head sheepishly and changed his words, saying, "It feels like releasing a ferocious monster into the street."

"You can't even imagine it! What would happen if Godzilla or King Kong took to the streets?"

"Even if the monster itself is very careful, it can still cause catastrophic damage due to its personal habits or characteristics!"

Sonoda couldn't help but let out a long sigh as he finished speaking.

On the other side, the old man Tokugawa Mitsunari, although his expression was very calm, there was a hint of tension in his eyes.

He was indeed curious about what would happen if Miyamoto Musashi were to "descend" into reality.

But that night, after witnessing the bloodshed and murderous intent of "Peerless Under Heaven"...

In particular, it was that feeling of "almost losing" that made Tokugawa finally realize that the many "lucky" things that had happened around Pike did not apply to Miyamoto Musashi!

Retsu Kaioh was almost eaten, but he wasn't.

Yuji Katsumi was also defeated, but won Piko's prayer through battle.

That was just luck.

—It was that group of soldiers who won this stroke of luck with their fists and feet!

"Practical Jiu-Jitsu Master" Izo Honbu once said: As a modern martial artist, I will not fight a battle I cannot win.

But for Miyamoto Musashi, once the battle begins, he will slay!

"Indeed..."

Tokugawa pursed his lips, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. "If this isn't handled properly, Musashi won't be able to fight in this era..."

"Even I, an old man, can't help but wonder, could Miyamoto Musashi's fighting style really appear in this era?"

"—I just can't shake this thought!"

Tokugawa looked up at the sky, then at the street corner. "No matter what, let's go and see what's going on."

"..."

Tokugawa and the others bid farewell to the three from the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School and continued to secretly follow Shiraki and Musashi, keeping their distance and observing the situation.

……

……

Shiraki Shiroki, dressed casually, and Miyamoto Musashi, dressed in martial arts attire—

The two were walking on the street.

Although nowadays, it's not common for anyone to wear martial arts uniforms on the street, there are always those who are too lazy to change their clothes.

So, in terms of clothing alone, Musashi's attire isn't too strange.

However, both he and Shiramu Cheng, with their robust physiques and strong presence, were eye-catching.

That's amazing...

These two must be really amazing!

"Oh!"

Noticing the stares of passersby, Musashi smiled faintly, "Even in this era, do people still pay attention to the strong?"

Shiramu raised an eyebrow. "People like strength."

Musashi tilted his head. "You like it too, Shiraki?"

"like."

Bai Mucheng nodded frankly, "I like that feeling, which makes me think, 'Oh! So there are people in the world who can do this.'"

"It's not about competing with the earth in thickness or with the sky in height; it's simply about 'who can do what'—that kind of behavior."

Bai Mucheng let out a soft breath.

"Even in this era where cars can drive themselves, paintings can be automatically generated, and even real people can be faked..."

“I still like that feeling that makes me think, ‘So someone can do this.’”

That is the manifestation of 'consciousness'.

"Apart from that, nothing else matters to me."

"..."

Musashi listened silently.

As a strategist capable of writing "The Book of Five Rings," he could roughly understand what Shiraki Shō was saying.

"Even people in the present world can sense the 'change'?"

Musashi was somewhat surprised.

He and Bai Mucheng walked through several residential areas and entered a more bustling commercial street, where the surroundings gradually became lively.

Shops, shopping malls, pedestrians, cars, tourists...

Although it's just an ordinary commercial street, far inferior to downtown Tokyo, it still looks vastly different from the era of Miyamoto Musashi.

"—This is four hundred years later."

Musashi looked around and then gazed at the shopping mall in the distance.

"Although I've already heard Tokugawa and the others explain it, such a drastic change still has a powerful, avalanche-like impact..."

"Moreover, seeing is believing."

Musashi rubbed his feet with the soles of his bamboo shoes, smoothing the surface beneath his feet.

“Tokugawa called this kind of stone-paved ground ‘asphalt road’.”

"And those tall buildings in the distance, they're truly enormous..."

Musashi raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance at the skyscrapers. "For a moment, I couldn't think of any high-rise building that could rival them."

"It is wrapped in a layer of 'ice' that will not melt."

"If it gets dark and the lights are turned on inside, it will be even more dazzling, like a raging fire..."

As they spoke, the two gradually walked to a bustling intersection.

There were many pedestrians around, dressed in various styles, which was very eye-catching, and the colorful outfits dazzled Musashi.

"...These are all people."

"It is precisely because we are all human that I can't help but marvel at how enormous the differences are!"

Musashi turned his head to look at the mall and saw the transparent sightseeing elevator on the exterior wall.

"Rooms that can move up and down, doors that open by themselves, and boxes that are faster than horses on the asphalt road!"

“There are even magnificent, golden pagodas that pierce the clouds.”

Musashi suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "What on earth are these...?!"

“There are even glowing and moving graffiti on the walls, but no one pays any attention to them, which is not surprising at all.”

"Four hundred years..."

"The difference brought about by four hundred years is so great that it is astonishing and simply incomparable!"

"This kind, that kind..."