Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Human hands can create so many things?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened quietly.

What's amazing is that both Musashi, who was standing beside him, and Shiraki Sho himself were convinced that Shiraki Sho could understand this feeling.

But that doesn't mean Shiraki Sei doesn't understand modern times; quite the opposite is true.

Because Shiraki Seijin likes and cares about things so much, he views everything with the mindset of "first meeting" like the people of four hundred years ago.

This indescribable "fervor" allowed him to understand Musashi from another perspective.

"Mr. Musashi..."

Shiraki Cheng was about to say something casually when suddenly—

Swish!

Musashi suddenly raised his hand and slashed horizontally with his palm, blocking Shiraki's way.

"...!?"

Bai Mucheng looked closely and found that the two had walked to a major intersection, where the light was red and cars were passing through the road ahead.

It turned out that Shiraki was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the red light.

A little further away on the overpass, a tram full of passengers was speeding by, making a clanging sound.

"...So fast!!"

Musashi narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's much faster than a BMW, and there are even more people inside."

Shiramu Cheng smiled and explained, "That's a tram."

"Is there a tram?"

Musashi tried to imitate it and learned a new word.

Shiraki stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Would you like to sit down for a while?"

Musashi was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"Shall we take that 'tram', Shiraki?"

Musashi rubbed his chin, finding it quite amusing, and chuckled, "Hahaha, at that speed, you'd be far away in no time, wouldn't you?"

"Indeed, you can even get out of Tokyo very quickly!"

Bai Mucheng grinned, then changed the subject, "But, so what?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi crossed his arms, tilted his head thoughtfully, and said, "Hmm, so what... can I do about it?"

At that very moment—

"Wait a minute!"

A voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Musashi and Shiraki looked back and saw "Old Master" Tokugawa Mitsunari running towards them, his head covered in sweat.

"Wait, wait..."

Wearing a traditional kimono, Tokugawa had difficulty running, but he still quickly spoke up to stop them, no longer caring about his plan to secretly follow them.

He ran behind Shiraki and Musashi, looked at the two who were looking back, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"Wait a minute, Shiraki, what you said about taking Musashi on the tram and leaving Tokyo... I knew it..."

"..."

Bai Mucheng blinked, tilted his head, and added, "Was it really too much?"

Tokugawa was stunned, then nodded and smiled wryly, "In short, we can't go too far."

But Shiraki Cheng was puzzled, "What does it have to do with anything?"

Tokugawa: "..."

Tokugawa: "~~~Huh?!"

Shiraki explained with a smile, "Even if Musashi and I go to a very far place and can't get back to Tokyo that night, we can just find a hotel to stay in."

"If we go to a famous scenic spot, it would be nice to even soak in a hot spring together."

"We can just take the bus back the next day, what's the big deal?"

"—Miyamoto Musashi, the peerless master, can't do these things? Surely he can, right? It must be no problem for him."

Shiraki looked at Tokugawa and said with a faint smile, "So, what can you do?"

"..."

Hearing Shiraki's words, Tokugawa was momentarily stunned.

This little old man took great care of Musashi, showing her the same level of concern he had for other fighters.

Even after Musashi clashed with the Metropolitan Police Department, he easily protected Musashi, who had assaulted a police officer.

That's why Tokugawa felt that taking Musashi on a tram ride, or even speeding off to a faraway place, was absolutely unacceptable!

But thinking about it carefully...

What Shiraki Cheng said seems to make sense, so why not?

"..."

Seeing Tokugawa frozen in place, Musashi couldn't help but laugh.

“You’re wavering, Lord Tokugawa, just like when I first came here.”

Musashi pursed his lips and slightly raised his chin. "Thinking about it carefully, it really doesn't matter, and there's no need to be swayed by things unrelated to the battle."

"In the end, it is people who make up all of this."

"The opponent I'm going to face is not architecture, nor is it a tram, but still the same 'human being'."

"I know quite well how to defeat humanity."

Musashi raised his head confidently, then suddenly thought of something else, "Speaking of which, Lord Tokugawa, are you and those people really going to follow me all the time?"

Tokugawa: "...Huh!?"

The old man suddenly realized that Musashi had already noticed his and the Metropolitan Police Department's actions as they followed him all the way.

Now it was Tokugawa's turn to feel embarrassed.

He scratched his head, blushing as he said something like "Sorry to bother you," before turning and leaving.

"Ha ha……"

Musashi smiled helplessly, glanced at the sun, and said, "That's true, but today is not a good day for long journeys, and I'm not in the mood to go anywhere else."

Bai Mucheng nodded in agreement, took out his phone and searched for something, "Let's go have lunch, it's on me."

Chapter 657 The Visitor

Musashi realized early on that Tokugawa and the police officers were following him.

However, they did not bother him, and Tokugawa only came to his aid in a moment of desperation, so Musashi stopped paying attention to them.

Shiraki said he would treat everyone, and Musashi happened to be hungry, so he readily agreed.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng looked through his phone.

He hadn't had barbecue in a long time, so he decided to go to "Huangniuwan" in the city, which was owned by the older brother of one of his classmates.

But taking Miyamoto Musashi to a busy street...

Shiraki Shigeki tilted his head, glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye, and noticed the police officers in the distance—especially Sonoda Morio—casting tense glances at him.

If we actually took Musashi to the city center, it would probably make the police reports several pages longer, and even cause them to lose a few more hairs, right?

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng shook his head helplessly and finally made a different choice.

"There's a barbecue restaurant nearby, within walking distance. Tokita Ohma and Yamashita Kazuo went there and recommended it to me."

"Well, that's fine too."

Musashi nodded, recalling, "Tokita Ohma... the one who fought Retsukaioh? You have connections with them?"

"I send text messages occasionally."

Shiraki Shigeaki waved his phone. "It's a very useful communication tool. Why don't you ask Grandpa Tokugawa to get you one too?"

Musashi thought for a moment, then smiled without saying a word.

……

……

Finally, Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi went to a secluded alley.

At the end of the road, there is a charcoal barbecue restaurant with several tables set up outdoors for diners to enjoy their meals.

"..."

The two sat down and ordered some grilled meat and vegetables.

As for drinks, Shiraki ordered a glass of freshly squeezed juice, while Musashi ordered a bottle of sake.

That's quite interesting.

After all, in Eiji Yoshikawa's book "Miyamoto Musashi", Miyamoto Musashi was unable to hold his liquor and even abstained from drinking for many years.

But at this moment, Musashi's actions of pouring wine were quite skillful.