Super Fighting Tokyo.

A small square table in a barbecue restaurant.

Shiraki Shō, Miyamoto Musashi, Hanma Yūjirō —

The three of them sat on one side each.

Yujiro drinks.

Yujiro ordered the same bottle of sake that Miyamoto Musashi was drinking, poured himself a full glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"call……"

Yujiro smiled faintly, tilted his empty glass downwards to indicate that he had finished drinking.

Musashi also poured himself a full cup and leisurely drank it down in one gulp.

The drinking contest between the two was quite impressive, truly displaying their boldness!

Beside him, Bai Mucheng quietly drank his juice, slurping a sip through the straw.

Yujiro: "..."

Musashi: "..."

The newly ordered grilled meat and vegetables were brought to the table by the staff, and the three of them continued their meal.

On the barbecue grill—

The tender pork belly and Wagyu beef sizzled as they were grilled, bubbling with glistening oil, and the edges were slightly charred.

The vegetables on the side were also grilled to perfection.

Put all the vegetables and meat into your mouth, take another bite, and the sweet juice will fill your mouth and slide into your stomach.

very delicious.

What's even more noteworthy is that, despite their burly physiques, the three of them ate very cleanly.

There was no excessive splattering of meat juices, and no vegetable leaves spilled off the plate. They ate everything and behaved very gracefully.

"..."

Musashi drank another cup of sake.

Raising his head, Musashi's eyes shone as he glanced at the two people in front of him, as if illuminated by some kind of brilliant light.

"oh oh……"

Musashi couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "This! This is truly..."

What appeared before him was a scene of extravagance and wonder he had never imagined.

On one side, there was a grand garden party with the sounds of gongs and drums, where countless tourists strolled and mingled, creating a joyous celebration.

So many people, all kinds of people, living freely and unrestrainedly!

—That's Bai Mucheng.

On the other side was a dazzling, sky-reaching "golden" mountain range!

Countless gold coins, known as "Daipanjin," were piled up like mountains, stretching as far as the eye could see.

—That was another visitor, as seen through Miyamoto Musashi's eyes.

"He's a strong one..."

Musashi murmured in admiration, shifting his gaze from the plate to Yujiro, and asked, "This strong man, look at me, what can you see?"

However, Yujiro did not answer immediately, but silently swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Don't talk too much or think about other random things before you've finished lunch."

Yujiro squinted at Musashi, “What’s in front of you, what you’re eating—that’s the responsibility and obligation that’s given to predators.”

"Didn't the great swordsmen of ancient times understand this principle?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi lowered his eyes, staring at the meat on the plate. "I see..."

Despite being choked, Musashi's expression remained unchanged. He then changed the subject, staring intently at Yujiro.

"But, you strong one, I'm just curious."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yujiro slowly put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass on the other side.

Faced with Musashi's frank persistence, Yujiro also became somewhat interested. "You ask me, what can I see when I look at you...?"

Musashi was very eager to hear it. "Tell me, please do."

"Heh, what a stupid question."

Yujiro smiled knowingly, "The legendary 'swordsman' Miyamoto Musashi himself is right before my eyes..."

"Is there anything else that would catch my eye?"

Yujiro's lower eyelids curved upwards, and his expression showed obvious happiness.

"As long as I charge at him, he will react. The living, breathing Miyamoto Musashi is right here, do you understand?"

"My dream has come true."

Even if you are surrounded by mountains of gold right now, all I can see is you.

"..."

Before anyone else could react, Tokugawa, who was not far away, was already extremely excited.

The old man, who cherished his soldiers, trembled at Yujiro's words, clenching his fists and exclaiming in admiration:

"As expected of you!! Well said, Yujiro Hanma!"

"..."

Yujiro ignored all that and stared at Musashi with great interest. "So, what do you see when you look at me?"

Musashi was puzzled. "Hmm?"

That question seemed as if Yujiro's question was unnecessary.

Yujiro's gaze sharpened, and he said with a hint of sarcasm, "It can't really be gold, can it?"

Musashi, looking completely at ease, countered with a question, "Can't it be gold?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yujiro's expression clearly changed; his eyelids drooped, and his disappointment was palpable.

The Miyamoto Musashi before him seemed vastly different from the one he had dreamed of.

"Um……"

"Is fighting not Miyamoto Musashi's goal, but merely your means?"

Yujiro sighed deeply and commented, "The purity is too low."

This is Yujiro Hanma's evaluation of Miyamoto Musashi!

However, Musashi was more composed and asked Yujiro in return, "Purity, is it useful?"

Yujiro was stunned.

The astonishment was so palpable that even Bai Mucheng, standing nearby, could clearly feel the air around him solidify, as if everything had come to a standstill.

Only Miyamoto Musashi, the unparalleled master, remained to speak.

"I have clashed with people more than sixty times, and if you include those trivial skirmishes, it would be no less than a hundred."

"Kill, kill, and kill again..."

"I killed one after another."

Musashi's lips curled up slightly, and he looked very happy.

"And so, I slaughtered my way across the land, and my fame gradually spread far and wide, reaching the capital, Nara, and Edo..."

"As my fame grew, even the most powerful figures from various countries could no longer ignore me, and they all wanted to recruit me."

As he spoke, Musashi grinned broadly.

That fervor was palpable, a stark contrast to the world's perception of a "swordsman seeking the Dao," creating a unique and striking impact.

Musashi laughed and said, "As more and more people are impressed by my reputation as a great swordsman, the conditions they offer to recruit me are getting higher and higher."

"Everyone, regardless of age or gender, speaks highly of me."

"When I walk on the street, they even surround me, making it impossible for me to move!"

"Ha ha……"

Musashi couldn't stop smiling.

That arrogant, unparalleled air startled the surrounding police officers, Tokugawa's eyes widened, and even Yujiro pursed his lips and lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Even Shiramu Cheng, who had anticipated this, felt a unique shock at this moment.

"I have everything."

Musashi was really happy.

"Whether it's a beautiful woman, dazzling gold, a sumptuous feast you're almost tired of, or fine wine."

"I have everything—!!"

Musashi laughed and opened his arms wide, as if to embrace everything he had just said.

"I want to make something of myself!"

Musashi clenched his fists, even jumping up from his seat, and indulged in wild fantasies:

"I want to make something of myself! I want to be praised by the world!! I want the world to sing my praises, to admire me, and to extol me!"

"I want to become a celebrity that no one can hide from!!"

"I want to make a name for myself in today's world!!"