Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Ugh~~~~!"

Dubu blinked, pursed his lips, lowered his head, and then opened and closed the door again, refreshing the screen twice before confirming that it wasn't a hallucination.

Musashi cast a strange look at him.

"Ah, this..."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, he ultimately forced himself into the living room despite the pressure, though his expression looked rather strange.

Musashi could certainly see that, but he asked knowingly, "Are you alright, Lord Guji?"

"Ah, very good."

Doppo raised his hand and touched the midline of his face, the spot where Musashi had previously "pressed" a groove into his face with a sharp blade.

Although the "mark" has long since disappeared, the humiliation and pain of that time are still fresh in my memory.

"I'm fine, Mr. Miyamoto, I'm fine..."

"..."

Dudu's "very good" had a bitter undertone, which everyone could tell, but he really wasn't there to fight tonight, nor were the others.

It was just a group of relatives and friends who hadn't gotten together in a long time and found an excuse to get together.

—At the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

……

……

Yujiro will stay for now.

Next to arrive were Yamashita Kazuo, Tokita Ohma, Go Garuda, and Rijin, whom they met along the way.

After Wu Fengshui, Maruk, and You Sha returned home from shopping, even more people arrived.

Several members of the women's fighting team "Valkyrie"

Hina Hongo, Nozomi Tenma, Kana Mitani, Kazuka Iori, Yuba Ri, and the Sena sisters, Riko and Risora ​​Sena.

The students who are associated with Arisa are: Hibiki Sakura, Akemi Kanadein, and Ayaka Uehara.

Then there's "Special Agent Captain" Chai Qianchun, "Famous Doctor" Hao Hongye, and his younger brother Hao Angsheng.

"..."

King Rama XIII of Thailand, who is also the King of Thailand, came to Tokyo to relax and was invited by Arisa. He came along with his bodyguard, Gaorang.

Accompanying them were Guo Haihuang and Lie Haiwang.

"..."

As the sky gradually turned blue.

Shiraki Shō's old friend, "Mitsuse Kousei," also came with his apprentice, "Imai Kosū," and brought along Wakatsuki Samurai along the way.

Finally, even Jun Sekibayashi, the "super professional wrestler," brought his "disciple" Haruo Kono to join in the fun.

"..."

Bai Mucheng went to the courtyard to greet him, while the robust Guan Linchun gave Bai Mucheng a big bear hug.

"Hahaha! Long time no see, Shiraki-kun!"

The professional wrestlers' enthusiasm made the atmosphere in the courtyard much more cheerful.

Maruk brought out a barbecue grill from the warehouse, and everyone either started a fire to grill meat, or went off to prepare various ingredients, chatting in twos and threes.

As darkness fell, the lights in the courtyard came on.

……

……

Inside the living room.

Yujiro Hanma and Musashi Miyamoto sat on the sofa, drinking "Wild Turkey" whiskey stored in the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

"Well……"

Musashi turned his head and looked at the people outside who were busy at work.

He could certainly tell that there were many skilled fighters in the crowd, though none of them were as good as Yujiro Hanma, they were still quite formidable.

If we add Hanma, Baki, Shiraki...

That would be even more beautiful!

The gold that stretches to the sky, the countless delicacies, and the endless carnival make the lively gathering dazzling.

Musashi's entire face seemed to be illuminated by light.

"That's true..."

Musashi drank a few more cups and murmured, "Indeed, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you truly understand its meaning."

This statement sounds rather strange at first glance.

However, when combined with the living room containing only Yujiro and Musashi, a slightly different meaning can be discerned, revealing a sense of helplessness upon closer examination.

"..."

Yujiro narrowed his eyes, looked at Miyamoto Musashi, and also sensed something.

Just then, the door was opened again.

It turned out to be Shiraki Jo and Baki, who came to the kitchen refrigerator to get drinks. As they passed by Yujiro and Musashi, they brought the lively atmosphere in.

"Humph……"

Yujiro chuckled, then suddenly raised his empty sake cup to stop his son, Baki.

"Eh~~~~?"

Baki paused for a moment, then immediately understood and poured Yujiro a full glass of whiskey.

It is perfectly reasonable for a son to pour wine for his father.

"Gudu..."

Yujiro remained expressionless, downed the glass of whiskey in one gulp, exhaled a large puff of hot air, put the glass down, and stood up.

After drinking the last cup, as darkness fell, Yujiro decided to leave and turned to walk towards the door.

suddenly--

Swish.

He raised his right hand and slashed down with his sword, the blade falling diagonally to his side, leaving behind a silhouette that appeared to be waving goodbye.

Yujiro left without a word, a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Baki smiled helplessly, "Ah~~~! What a dad-style farewell..."

Shiraki nodded, then looked to the other side, "Where is Mr. Musashi?"

"Okay, I'll stay a little longer."

Musashi stared at the sake in his glass. "Even if I get back to the Tokugawa clan, I won't be able to sleep for a while. By the way, do they even have this kind of sake?"

"..."

……

Arisa's party, due to the large number of alcoholics, eventually turned into a drinking party. Only a few high school students did not drink, but they were still quite happy.

The group celebrated all night.

Finally, because Miyamoto Musashi did not return home all night, Tokugawa was so worried that he asked Motobu Izo to come and find him.

But as soon as Izo arrived, before he even entered the house, he was grabbed by the drunkards in the courtyard and forced to join them.

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi was alone in the house for a long time.

Even when summoned by Shiraki Cheng, he would simply sit on the courtyard corridor, drinking whiskey, admiring the moon and scenery, and occasionally munching on some snacks.

……

……

In the early hours of the morning, some people said goodbye and left, but since the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was quite large, many people chose to stay overnight.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky is bright.

Most of the people who had been making a ruckus all night were still asleep.

Miyamoto Musashi woke up early, stepped out of the gate of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and went out onto the street.

He remained the same, standing with a slightly hunched back and a weary posture, occasionally glancing at the sky and then at the ground, his tiger-like eyes thoughtful.

Just then, another figure stepped out of the courtyard gate.

It turned out to be a white wooden stand.

Musashi looked at Shiraki, raised his eyebrows, and looked very happy.

“Oh, you knew I get up early, Shiraki…”

He smiled faintly, "Although I've bothered you quite a bit, I haven't had enough fun yet. Let's walk around some more."

Chapter 665 The Beginning

The streets at dawn have a different feel.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, with a refreshing, pale blue scent, a slightly cool touch, and a hint of sunshine.

There were no constant pedestrians, it was very quiet, yet full of vitality.