Super Fighting Tokyo.

Musashi saw that Yujiro, not content with just slapping the man on the ground, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up again.

Enraged, Yujiro didn't care whether the headquarters had fainted or not.

[Ogre] I just want to vent!

"—?!"

His furious rage startled Tokugawa Mitsunari, but the old man disregarded the danger and hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Wait!"

And the next second—

Swish!

A hand slash was inserted, the outside of which was aimed at Yujiro, blocking him between him and the headquarters.

The one who stopped Yujiro first was none other than Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing to the side!

"That's enough, Mr. Vanma."

Musashi spoke up to stop him.

Yujiro was slightly surprised, but he was still furious, glaring fiercely at Musashi, "Miyamoto, are you trying to stop me?!"

The war was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

No, no, no!!!

Tokugawa forcefully intervened, parting the crowd, his fists clenched in frustration. "Calm down, Yujiro!"

"Anyway, the one who got in your way was Headquarters, right?! But that Headquarters member is now unconscious and in this state..."

Tokugawa felt sorry for him and tried to support his main body, but he was almost knocked down by the sturdy main body.

Thanks to the intervention of "Secret Burial Section Chief" Manabu Takumi, who was able to catch the unconscious Honbu Izo after Yujiro let go.

"call……"

Tokugawa saw Yujiro calm down a bit and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity, but... this match ended in a draw..."

"..."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

Despite his extreme rage, even Yujiro Hanma had to admit the outcome, and could only sweat profusely with anxiety and anger.

So now...

"Bah bah bah!"

Another voice broke the brief stalemate.

It turned out to be a white wooden stand.

During the main charge, they jumped up by stepping on Shiramu Cheng's head, causing the seated Shiramu Cheng to slam his head into the ground, getting his face covered in mud and grass.

"Ptooey... Ptooey!"

He tilted his head and spat out the grass and mud from his mouth, quite angry as well.

"You're so heavy, Mr. Headquarters. You're much heavier than you look. Are you hiding a lot of things under your clothes...?"

Bai Mucheng complained as he walked.

He tossed the katana back to Tokugawa, then casually lifted the other arm of the main bodyguard to help relieve some of the pressure on Manabe Takumi.

"Headquarters!"

At this moment, Tokugawa couldn't help but complain, "What are you doing, Headquarters!"

"I……"

Just then, a murmur suddenly came from the headquarters.

Everyone was instantly drawn to the topic, curious about what the headquarters was going to say, since the person was still trying to speak even while unconscious.

Only whispers could be heard from headquarters:

"I...I was just...observing from the bushes..."

"..."

It turns out he was explaining where he had just been hiding, probably because his consciousness was wandering, like talking in his sleep.

Shiraki Cheng: "~~~~"

Musashi: "..."

Yujiro: "...?"

Tokugawa: "???"

Nobody's asking you that kind of thing!

Chapter 662 Let my headquarters handle it all!

Woohoo!

The incredibly sharp slashing sound, accompanied by a cold glint of light descending from above, cleaved the heavens and earth in a line, echoing repeatedly in Honbu Izo's mind.

A realm without swords.

Even though he had witnessed Miyamoto Musashi's "No-Sword" technique that night through the battle of [Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai, and had made ample preparations for it.

But when "No Blade" actually struck, it still sent chills down the spines of the headquarters.

Ah! That's the realm of being unparalleled in the world...!

Whew! Whew, Whew...

The swordless slashes replayed repeatedly, gradually fading into the distance.

A few glimmers of light flashed through Honbu Izo's mind, guiding his consciousness to the surface, and his lifeless eyes regained focus.

"..."

The main body is hidden, and it has awakened.

He opened his eyes wide and saw a wooden ceiling, then realized he was indoors and his hands gripped the bed again.

Where am I?

Honbu Izou suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly from the bed.

Looking up, I realized I was in a Japanese-style hut. I must have been brought here by others after I lost consciousness.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, which made him frown.

Turning my head, I saw that the shirt had a tear that ran from the shoulder all the way down to the waist and abdomen, and the tear was about a centimeter wide.

That rift was created by Musashi using the "no-sword" technique!

How lucky I am...

Headquarters couldn't help but gasp for breath.

If he hadn't used the onlookers as cover and seized the opportunity to rush forward before "No Blade" could even get going, he would never have been able to stop that strike.

"..."

Just as headquarters was feeling relieved, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Hey."

His tone was one of helplessness.

Honbu Izō turned around and saw that it was indeed "Tokugawa Mitsunari".

At this moment, Tokugawa was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, smoking a pipe, his expression complex, a mixture of helplessness and irritation.

The headquarters realized that after they had fainted, they had been taken to the Tokugawa family residence.

That makes sense. After all, there were no external injuries, and the bones should be fine. It was just a sudden, huge impact that caused him to lose consciousness.

"..."

Looking at the headquarters that had regained consciousness, Tokugawa exhaled a puff of white smoke.

He tapped his cigarette ash, a hint of sarcasm mixed with resentment in his voice, "Headquarters, you've really done something remarkable..."

Headquarters was curious, "Where are the others?"

Tokugawa said irritably, "I don't know. I was just following them, and then we wandered off somewhere else."

"I see..."

Turning around and sitting up straight, the commander was quite self-aware, "I think I really did do something remarkable."

"However, old man..."

The main body then changed the subject, "If I hadn't intervened, that [Ogre] would have already been struck by Musashi!"

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa's eyes widened, a hint of confusion rising within him.

The headquarters, however, had already realized this and said solemnly, "It's a pity that everyone's understanding of 'martial arts' is too superficial."

Tokugawa blinked, then blurted out, "Um, so...?"

The red, swollen mark from Yujiro's slap still lingered on the head of the unit.

But he remained unyielding, saying, "That's why it should be done by my headquarters."

"call……"

Tokugawa took another drag of his cigarette and even picked at his ear. "I don't quite understand..."

"I'm sorry!!"