Super Fighting Tokyo.

On television, someone asked again what the next step should be.

Dr. Payne stated frankly that Pico is a precious human heritage and therefore must be properly protected, which means capturing it immediately.

The interview is over.

Next, some celebrities or critics will say all sorts of nonsense, just mindless entertainment talk.

The five people in the ward lost interest in listening any further.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui bid farewell to the main branch.

"..."

As he was leaving the ward, Bai Mucheng encountered a handsome and robust young man outside the ward, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

It is none other than the esteemed champion – Baki Hanma.

"Good morning, Brother Baimu."

Baki crossed his arms, a bag of fruit dangling from his fingertips, leaned against the wall, glanced into the ward, and whispered, "I'm here to visit Mr. Headquarters, but he seems to be alright."

"...That's really amazing!"

Baki thought for a moment, combining his fight with Honbu Izo and what he had heard about Honbu Izo's amazing "one against three" battle.

"Brother Jack, Lei An, Brother Bai Mu..."

"Hmm, I never imagined that Mr. Headquarters could do this."

Baki pursed his lips and sighed leisurely:

“I am increasingly able to understand the truth of what my father, Yujiro, once told me: Motobe Izo is a practitioner.”

"..."

Shiraki nodded. "Honbu Izou will face Miyamoto Musashi by 'protecting' him."

After thinking for a moment, Bai Mucheng murmured softly, "What about you? What about me...?"

Chapter 677 Coming to Earth

Whether it's Shiraki Sho, Baki Hanma, or any other person in the know...

They couldn't help but ponder how to face "Miyamoto Musashi" and what "method" to use to prepare.

But even now, perhaps only "Honbu Izo" can give his own answer.

"..."

After pondering for a long time without success, Shiraki raised his hand and patted Baki on the shoulder.

Baki returned a helpless look, said goodbye to Shiraki, turned and went into the ward to visit the headquarters.

……

……

the next day.

Upon returning home from the hospital, Motobu Izo turned on the TV early in the morning and, after breakfast, heard the news that concerned him.

The operation to "capture" Pico has begun.

The on-site commentary was still provided by the famous host, Mr. Yoshida.

"Yesterday, paleontologist Dr. Albert Payne firmly stated his position."

"Dr. Payne believes that Pico is a precious human heritage."

"The government takes this statement very seriously and has therefore issued an order to the Metropolitan Police Department, requiring them to fully cooperate with this operation."

"The Metropolitan Police Department immediately formed a special mobilization unit of 91 people."

"Under Dr. Payne's instructions, they worked overnight to procure five tons of sevoflurane anesthetic from various locations, and everything is ready."

"Although... it's exaggerated, it's also within the realm of possibility!"

Mr. Yoshida gripped the microphone tightly, and it was clear that he was somewhat nervous.

"They planned to select twelve locations within a 200-meter radius of the place where Piccolo was sighted, and simultaneously dump anesthetic into the sewers!"

"In just a moment, the sewers will be filled with heptafluoroethane."

"After successfully anesthetizing the target, the officers will enter the sewer, capture him, carry him out, and then make further arrangements."

Mr. Yoshida took a deep breath.

"We'll wait and see!"

Will Dr. Payne's plan succeed in capturing Piccolo?

"That primitive man who once hunted a monster crocodile with his bare hands right in front of me! That strongest warrior of the Cretaceous period who could easily kill a Siberian tiger!"

Will he be able to be captured successfully...?

"..."

Headquarters is also waiting.

He turned on the television, doing his routine weapons training while waiting for news.

suddenly--

"What!?"

From the television, the host, Mr. Yoshida, exclaimed in surprise.

The young host, with thick eyebrows and glasses, said in a deep, surprised voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have breaking news!"

"The Metropolitan Police Department's Special Operations Team searched the sewers, but couldn't find Pike!"

Pico has disappeared!

"Clearly, we can still find traces of his recent activities, even the skeleton of a crocodile that was mostly eaten, but we just can't find Pike!"

"The capture operation has failed!"

"Next, I will interview Dr. Albert Payne, who is in charge of this operation, about this matter. Let's begin the interview now."

"Dr. Payne? Doctor...?"

"...What? You're saying the Doctor refused to connect and said he had to leave?"

"What on earth is going on?!"

"..."

The host behind the camera was utterly astonished.

Meanwhile, in front of the television, Izou Honbu listened silently, already forming a certain judgment in his mind.

Undoubtedly, that sewer is where Pike now lives.

But with such a "wild" nature, Pico probably won't just stay in one place; he'll likely have other places to stay.

Maybe it's on the ground?

Since Pike isn't in the sewers right now, he might have gone to the surface—to some other "place" on the surface!

Where could it be?

An underground arena? The Tokugawa residence? Or...?

That place?

……

……

Let's go back to a little earlier that day.

Early morning, at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

On the street outside the courtyard, Bai Mucheng returned from his early morning run, panting heavily and covered in sweat as he ran home.

"call……"

Upon arriving at his doorstep, Bai Mucheng stood still, adjusted his breathing, and allowed his body to cool down gradually before leaping lightly.

Whoosh!

He leaped over the gate, leaving a trail of dust, and landed steadily on the lawn inside the courtyard. Stepping into the morning sunlight, he felt refreshed.

"Mmm~~~~!"

He stretched his body by lunging to the left and right, then stretched his arms, and walked into the house.

Today it was Maruk's turn to make breakfast, so Shiraki had nothing to do and decided to stretch first and then take a shower.

Meanwhile, everyone else at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy had also gotten up.

You Sha was doing her morning exercise in the yard when she greeted her older brother, "Good morning, brother!"

Bai Mucheng raised his hand in response.

Wu Fengshui tossed a towel to Bai Mucheng to wipe his sweat, "Bai Mucheng, how's your wound?"

Bai Mucheng wiped his sweat and swung his arms to show that he was fine.

Meanwhile, in a corner not far away, Maruk was busy at work, trying to light a charcoal fire, puffing out his cheeks and blowing hard.

"Huff...! Huff~~~~!"

The shavings that had been used to start the fire went out, and the charcoal was blown out, revealing a bright red burning color.

Are they having barbecue for breakfast?

Shiraki was puzzled, but didn't say much, letting Maruk do as he pleased.

Finally, there was Piccolo sitting by the corridor in the courtyard, with a huge crocodile tail beside him, only half of it remaining, its blood drained.

Pi Ke saw Bai Mucheng, whose clear eyes were kind, and greeted him with a smile, "Hulu lulu lulu!"