Super Fighting Tokyo.

But Yujiro still grinned, his brows furrowed, and sneered, "Hmph, so satisfied? That's too tasteless."

Bai Mucheng suddenly laughed, "After all, we agreed that I would treat everyone today."

He looked at Yujiro, "So, do you have any recommendations for a restaurant?"

"..."

Yujiro remained silent, then, with a sinister smile, tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Chapter 663: Drunkard

Yujiro led the way, and the three of them strolled around at their leisure.

It took about twenty minutes to walk—

The three arrived at a shop called "Eau de Vie," which translates to "Water of Life," and was a very nice bar.

This was Shiraki's first time visiting such an expensive bar, not to mention Miyamoto Musashi.

"..."

The two turned their heads and looked around, visiting the shops recommended by Yujiro.

This is a quiet bar with a great atmosphere. The decor is modern and elegant, but not overly upscale.

There were no customers in the afternoon, and only the bartender was in the store, which meant that the three of them had the place to themselves.

Swish.

Yujiro was very relaxed and casual, leisurely taking off his sunglasses, raising his right hand, palm facing forward, and slightly clenching his wrist as a gesture.

"sit down."

"..."

At the bar, Shiraki Shōka and Miyamoto Musashi sat on either side of Yūjirō.

Yujiro was a regular here and knew the bartender. He also knew that Shiraki Shō was not a good drinker, so he casually pointed to a spot for the bartender.

The bartender understood immediately and served Bai Mu a glass of French "Hardy Brandy" along with a plate of smooth-tasting candies.

As for the other two, they specially opened a bottle of higher-proof whisky and brought two glasses as a gift.

Splash...

The bartender poured half a glass of 70% ABV Scotch whisky for each of them, and as was Yujiro's habit, no ice was added.

Although the whiskey is expensive, this way of drinking whiskey is simply unbearable for the average person.

However, after picking up the wine cup, Miyamoto Musashi only glanced at it a few times before swallowing it whole.

He didn't even swallow it immediately, but instead squeezed the liquid in his mouth from side to side, making his cheeks puff out and making a faint "pop pop pop" sound.

The taste of the sake permeated his mouth, something Musashi had never experienced before.

Finally, with a "gulp," he pursed his lips and swallowed, the heat rushing from his throat straight to his brain, and then he exhaled two streams of hot air from his nose.

"Hmph~~~"

Musashi sighed leisurely, "She's really strong..."

Yujiro thought Musashi was talking about alcohol, so he casually introduced it as "whiskey."

Musashi recalled, "No, I was talking about that man."

"That man is really strong."

It turns out that the person Musashi was referring to was "Honbu Izo," who had just intervened in the fight between the two and was subsequently taken back by Tokugawa to recuperate.

"..."

Yujiro understood, took a sip of sake, poured half a cup for Musashi, pursed his lips and nodded, saying, "He came to my place this morning."

"Oh?"

Musashi was intrigued and quietly awaited the next installment.

Yujiro grinned menacingly and recalled, "The sun hasn't been too hot lately, not hot enough to burn a person's head."

"But that Headquarters member, Izo, forbade me from coming to see you, and said he would protect me."

"Hum..."

Even now, Yujiro still wants to laugh when he talks about it. It's a laugh born of extreme anger, but also a feeling of helplessness and inexplicable confusion.

"While I was angry, Honbu Izo took the opportunity to slip away."

Yujiro downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. "In other words, he said those things to me and then walked away unscathed."

"..."

Musashi was not surprised by this and continued to drink and savor the wine.

Yujiro smiled faintly and said, "Honbu Izo is a practical expert."

"Yes, he's a practical person."

Musashi nodded, his attention returning to his wine glass. "Speaking of which, this wine is truly delicious."

Before I knew it, the wine was all gone.

Yujiro then raised his hand and poured Musashi a full cup, much to Musashi's delight.

"Hmm... Oh... Thank you."

"..."

Yujiro didn't care, he just found it amusing. "Is it true that Miyamoto Musashi was a poor drinker?"

If you add it all up, including the meal at the barbecue stand earlier, Musashi really drank quite a lot.

Yujiro sighed and joked, "The rumors are completely wrong. He's clearly a complete drunkard..."

"..."

Musashi, however, didn't care about that and was still thinking about Honbu Izou.

"If we fight by any means necessary, that headquarters..."

"Compared to those I have met and dealt with in this world, he is also..."

"Well……"

After much deliberation, Musashi finally decided to analyze the situation from a practical perspective.

"He brought a lot..."

"Yes, he has many different things, even just now—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yujiro interrupted.

"He carried a short knife, several other weapons, as well as hidden concealed weapons and even explosives, all on his person."

"..."

Musashi smiled and nodded, sharing the same opinion as Yujiro.

Yujiro finished his whiskey and exhaled a long breath of hot air. "It's paid off."

Musashi asked in confusion, "Who?"

"This section is to be kept in the archives."

Yujiro grinned maliciously and exclaimed, "What an amazing reversal!"

"The sheer number of weapons and technologies this person possesses can only be described as a tragedy."

"Swords and guns, those kinds of weapons that are already considered cultural property, are fine."

"Smoke bombs, grappling hooks, copper locks..."

"How exactly should we put these ninjas' techniques, tools, and weapons to use?"

"..."

Musashi agreed, saying, "Four hundred years ago, in my time, those things were rarely used."

Yujiro raised an eyebrow leisurely. "Headquarters possesses these shady skills and knowledge."

"And an opponent who could make him use all his skills appeared before him."

"These technologies, which should have been submerged in the long river of history, have been brought back to the light of day. This is all thanks to you, Miyamoto."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi paused for a moment, his tiger-like eyes widening. "Hmm...? Hanma, you really are gentle."

"Humph……"

Yujiro was too lazy to say anything more and even tried to change the subject.

So, Yujiro turned to the other side, intending to see what nonsense Shiraki had to say, but instead he saw a helpless scene.

Bai Mucheng's face was flushed from the alcohol, his skin was slightly red, and a few wisps of steam were rising from his lips.

He munched on some cheap candy while raising his glass of brandy to clink glasses with the empty seat to his left in celebration.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng grinned, loosened his collar, and mumbled nonsense such as "Jamie," "Master," "Prajna Soup," and "Four Cups of Wine."

It's obvious he's drunk.

It's likely that he had already drunk a few cups of sake beforehand, and then half a cup of brandy, which eventually made him drunk and confused.

Yujiro: "..."

Musashi: "..."

"........."

……