Super Fighting Tokyo.

The moment the speaker began to speak, he suddenly swung his right hand.

Swish!

A cold glint flashed through the air, flying straight toward Tokugawa Mitsunari not far away.

With a clang, a short sword without a guard, the "Yoshitsu," was stuck in the tatami mat in front of Tokugawa Mitsunari.

"Wow!"

Tokugawa was so startled that he almost fell backward.

When he looked down, he saw a large cockroach stuck in the blade of the armored sword, pinned to the ground.

This is the headquarters' signature throwing knife technique!?

Tokugawa was greatly alarmed.

How could someone use a throwing knife to precisely pierce a hidden live cockroach?

What insight! What speed! And what precision!

"next time--"

The commander declared, "In the next match, it will be our commander who will slay Miyamoto Musashi!"

"..."

Such skill and tone forced Tokugawa to reconsider the matter.

He grabbed Kaito, who was standing on the tatami mat in front of him, and pulled him out with force, splitting the cockroach on the blade in two.

"I see. So this is the headquarters of the 'Ancient Martial Arts'?"

Tokugawa tossed the knife back to headquarters, then crossed his arms and fell into deep thought.

"You said you want to have a match with Miyamoto Musashi, right?"

"Not only that..."

"You also said you wanted to kill that peerless swordsman, right...?"

"..."

"Is that not allowed?"

Headquarters raised an eyebrow leisurely, "Miyamoto Musashi versus Headquarters Izo—isn't that pretty good?! The two are evenly matched!"

"Um……"

Tokugawa thought for a moment, then reluctantly sprang up, "This old man doesn't care—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted sharply by headquarters, "What a joke!"

Tokugawa was taken aback upon hearing this. "Eh...?"

The headquarters, however, contradicted itself, saying, "How dare the mere headquarters spout such arrogant words! They truly don't know their own limitations!"

"—Sir, is that what you meant?"

"..."

Tokugawa's thoughts had been exposed, and his face flushed slightly. "N-nothing, it's just..."

"It doesn't matter."

The headquarters, however, didn't care at all. "As long as I can have a match with Miyamoto Musashi, that's fine."

"If anyone has any objections, let him come and challenge me."

"If anyone says my headquarters is incompetent, let them confront me!"

"only--"

The headquarters emphasized: "'Apart from the prohibition of weapons, there are no other restrictions'—such a lenient rule cannot be applied!"

"That won't work; we need to make sure that all of them are usable."

"The knowledge, skills, and tools I possess..."

"Weapons go without saying, but ranged weapons and explosives can also be used!"

The commander stared at Tokugawa, saying, "Please remember, you must be completely unrestrained."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa's eyes widened, and he stood there stunned.

Utterly taken aback, he couldn't help but recall what had happened before, and awkwardly said, "But then again, that night, Shiraki and Musashi made a promise in the underground arena..."

Headquarters responded seriously, "That's alright, let Headquarters handle it all!"

Tokugawa was speechless at this remark, and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from the tension. He didn't recover for a long time.

However, the headquarters spoke up again, "When Yujiro Hanma looks at Miyamoto Musashi, he can see 'Miyamoto Musashi' himself."

"Sir, I need to find out more..."

Headquarters asked earnestly, "What did Shiraki see when he looked at Miyamoto Musashi?"

"..."

Tokugawa did know about this, after all, Musashi lived in his house and they had occasionally talked about it during meals.

He recalled: "According to Shiraki, he saw 'him' in Miyamoto Musashi, which is the 'me' that Shiraki Cheng is."

"Thank you, I understand."

The head of the unit stroked his chin and sighed deeply. "They're really tough to deal with, and they're a different kind of troublesome, somewhat similar to Miyamoto Musashi."

"Eh~~~~!?"

Tokugawa blinked, then subconsciously teased, "You've already started thinking about it? You're really planning to deal with Shiraki, huh..."

The headquarters staff member remained calm, saying, "I've already addressed this matter."

Tokugawa saw that composure.

At that moment, Tokugawa Mitsunari realized that Honbu Izo truly intended to deal with Shiraki Shō!

It was at this moment that Tokugawa Mitsunari felt that the battle with Miyamoto Musashi was something that Motobu Izo could really try!

"..."

"There's one more thing—"

The commander raised an eyebrow, his expression one of knowing all along. "Old man, you really don't know where they went?"

"I really don't know! After all, it involves Yujiro Hanma, so even the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't dare to follow up anymore..."

Tokugawa grimaced in exasperation, then changed his tune and added, "But most likely, he's just strolling around the streets, right?"

……

……

The streets of Tokyo.

Three people were walking side by side, attracting the attention of passersby.

They didn't dress up in a way that would attract attention; it was just that their unique personalities and presence made them stand out from the people around them.

That's why it attracts attention!

Yujiro Hanma, Musashi Miyamoto, and Jou Shiraki—

Three people’s muscles, muscles, and muscles.

The other two were dressed as usual, while Yujiro even put on a pair of sunglasses.

"..."

Musashi observed his surroundings. "Mr. Hanma, are you a celebrity?"

He noticed the gazes of those around him.

"People coming towards you will steal glances at you, and people passing by will turn around to look at you—everyone is paying attention to you."

Upon hearing this, Yujiro grinned, revealing a set of neat teeth. "Miyamoto, aren't you one too?"

Musashi remained noncommittal.

A distorted aura erupted from the two people, causing the space to blur and writhe, but only Bai Mucheng remained clear.

Shiraki Seiji is like an independent "individual," completely unaffected.

so amazing.

The onlookers couldn't help but marvel.

Whether it's the two whose auras are enough to distort space, or the third person who dares to walk alongside them and still maintains clarity.

—They're all amazing!

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Shiramu noticed a shop on the side of the street and abruptly asked, "Want some ice cream?"

Musashi tried to learn a new word, "Ice... Qilin?"

"Mmm, sweet ice shavings."

Bai Mucheng gave a brief explanation, then asked, "Would you like to eat?"

Musashi thought for a moment, about to answer, when he saw Yujiro purse his lips, a hint of anger in his voice, "You brat, are you here to spoil the mood?"

Its aura was quite ferocious, as if it wanted to devour people.

Bai Mucheng scratched his mouth sheepishly.

"Although it's true, the image of 'Yujiro or Miyamoto Musashi eating ice cream' sounds absurd..."

"But I don't know why, or when it started, but I can just imagine it all."

Shiramu Cheng grinned and said, "Or rather, I think 'imagining this scene'—it doesn't seem to matter."

"..."

Shiraki Shō wasn't bluffing at all, and Musashi and Yūjirō could tell that.