Super Fighting Tokyo.

……

Shiramu Cheng was certainly not left unattended.

After all, Shiraki was the one treating everyone today, and even paid the bill before getting drunk.

Therefore, whether it's the rules from four hundred years ago or the etiquette of today, they would not abandon another drunk person.

Fortunately, Bai Mucheng wasn't too drunk; he was just flushed from the alcohol, which made his skin look red.

After resting for a while, going outside for some fresh air immediately relieved the symptoms and made me feel much more comfortable.

Yujiro and Musashi took a walk and stopped by the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to take Shiraki Sho home.

……

……

In the afternoon, the three returned to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

The rest of the family members seemed to have gone out on business; there was no one in the yard or inside the house.

Whoosh!

The door to the cabin was opened, and the three of them took off their shoes and went inside.

Shiraki lay back on the sofa, while Yujiro and Musashi also casually sat down, each finding a comfortable spot to rest.

"..."

Time passed second by second.

Well... there's not much more to say. I've already said what I wanted to say.

But both Yujiro Hanma and Musashi Miyamoto felt that the opportunity was too good to pass up and that staying a little longer wouldn't hurt.

This moment is not accidental.

You can think of it that way.

It's okay to be a little arrogant.

They all vaguely sensed that something extraordinary was perhaps happening—

If you want to debate and question the meaning of "power," now is the time!

"Shiraimu..."

Musashi murmured, "Shiraki is very strong, and he also has many... and he's a bit different from Honbu Izou, he just keeps going in all sorts of ways."

Yujiro tilted his head and casually said, "Hmph, it's not for fighting, nor for survival, but for 'existence' itself. Let's just call it a kind of fun."

The implication is that only Shiraki Jou cares about this kind of "pleasure," but it doesn't taste good to Hanma Yujiro.

Musashi also had his own unique perspective on this, so he smiled and remained silent.

……

……

After some time, Bai Mucheng sobered up completely, took out three bottles of cola from the refrigerator, and served them to his guests.

After finishing his cola, Yujiro had had enough and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a familiar figure at the door.

It was his son, "Baki Hanma," and Baki's woman, "Shoe Matsumoto."

Baki was carrying a bag of ingredients when he saw Yujiro. He froze on the spot, his face full of disbelief.

"Huh!? Dad...?"

"..."

Yujiro frowned, wondering why he had run into Baki here.

When Yujiro looked around, he could see other familiar faces on the street outside the courtyard: Doppo and Katsumi, father and son.

...No, there's more?

Yujiro looked puzzled.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng took out his phone to check his messages and saw a text message from his younger sister—

"Hey bro, I invited some classmates over tonight for a celebration party after the exams, and I asked them to invite their friends too!"

The text message was sent at noon, and Shiraki was caught in the middle of Yujiro and Musashi's fighting spirit at the time, so he didn't notice it at all.

So now...

Not just Baki Hanma and Koe Matsumoto, nor just Doppo Guji and Katsumi Guji.

Suddenly, a large number of people arrived at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Chapter 664 A Modern Gathering

Shiraki Shō's younger sister, "Sakurai Arisa," has always had a very peculiar logic when it comes to making friends.

In addition, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy has a good reputation in the underground fighting world, so after the invitation was sent out, a large number of people came to join in the fun.

Baki Hanma and Koe Matsumoto were the first to arrive.

Kozue's mother, who is also Baki's landlady, specially asked Kozue to bring over a bag of ingredients to share with her friends.

"..."

But Baki never expected that he would run into his father at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Why is Yujiro Hanma here?!

And what's with Miyamoto Musashi sitting on the other sofa...?

"..."

Yujiro's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Looking past Baki and out of the house, one can see Doppo and Katsumi Goji, the father and son, just entering the yard.

Further down the street corner, a few more people were walking towards them.

When Yujiro came to his senses, he was shocked to find that once he stepped out of the room, he would most likely be surrounded by a lot of people.

But after thinking about it again, it didn't seem like a big deal, so Yujiro decided to leave directly.

Just then, Baki casually chuckled as he placed the ingredients on the table, "Aren't you staying for dinner, Dad?"

Baki spoke casually, but a bead of sweat still trickled down his forehead.

"laugh……"

Upon hearing this, Yujiro grinned, his face full of displeasure.

His eyes darted around, his lower eyelids curving upwards as he stared at Baki and said, "You little brat, is that how you want to talk to me?"

"Hmm, probably...?"

Baki scratched his head and tentatively asked, "If it were before, I would never have imagined inviting Yujiro Hanma to a friend's party."

"But now that I've suddenly thought this way, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it, right?"

"..."

Looking back at the boy, Yujiro lowered his head slightly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Hmph, fine too."

After saying that, Yujiro returned to his sofa seat, lay back with his legs crossed, and tentatively accepted Baki's invitation to stay as a guest.

Seeing this, Baki secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew..."

Although it was a sudden whim, it was indeed quite exciting, and just right, allowing my restless mind to calm down a bit.

Is it because of Miyamoto Musashi?

Baki tried to understand this complex feeling.

It feels like you can't help but get excited when you see an athlete breaking a human record.

Upon seeing Miyamoto Musashi, Baki Hanma couldn't contain his excitement and even considered inviting his father to stay.

"In short..."

Baki looked to the other side. "We meet again, Mr. Musashi."

Musashi was still fiddling with the glass bottle when he heard this. He looked up and said with a faint smile, "Oh, young man, it is indeed a coincidence."

The atmosphere in the living room was slightly awkward.

But what broke this atmosphere was the next person—

Whoosh!

A sturdy figure opened the living room door.

【Martial God】Yu Di Du Bu, dressed in a casual suit, appeared at the door.

Because of the glass reflection, Dubu couldn't see who was inside before opening the door, which made him feel very relaxed and comfortable.

"Oh, Shiraki-kun, Katsumi and I are here to mooch some drinks!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dubu's single left eye saw everyone in the room.

Baki, Shoko, and Shiraki Sho—these three should be present, no problem.

Yujiro and Miyamoto Musashi—these two greatly exceeded Doppo's expectations, even making him doubt whether it was an illusion.

"Hiss~~~~?"

Dubu took a half step back, exited the living room, and closed the open bedroom door.

Then, with a "whoosh," he pulled the door open again, trying to refresh the scene before him.

...but it doesn't seem to be of much use.

The only difference was that Yujiro was squinting with boredom, while Miyamoto Musashi turned his head curiously toward the door, wondering what Doppo was doing.