Super Fighting Tokyo.

Miyamoto Musashi has arrived.

Leading him was none other than the old man Tokugawa Mitsunari, along with his old friend, Dr. Albert Payne.

"..."

Dr. Payne looked around and saw Piccolo sleeping peacefully under the shade of a tree. He sniffed again and smelled only the aroma of roasted meat.

"Hmm, after all, he's a homeless man who's over two meters tall. I thought he'd smell terrible. Did he wash himself?"

Dr. Payne turned his head, looked at the corridor inside the courtyard, greeted Shiraki Cheng, and understood everything.

"So that's how it is. This place is indeed the 'settlement' that Piko approves of. It should be considered an oasis or a cave or something like that?"

"...No, that's not right."

Dr. Payne sighed as he thought about this.

"In nature, a place to land should be safe, but this place is not safe, and what attracts Pico is not 'safe' either..."

As he spoke, Dr. Payne also secretly glanced at Miyamoto Musashi.

The swordsman from four hundred years ago was still dressed in a dark blue martial arts uniform, without a real sword at his waist, but his aura clearly carried the presence of swords.

"Ugh~~~~!"

Musashi's lips curled down as he tilted his head slightly back and surveyed the courtyard.

Wu Fengshui had already pulled You Sha away, and Maruk followed suit, leaving only Shiraki Cheng, Mushi Mitsuyo, and Imai Kouyu in the courtyard.

And, Piko is sleeping peacefully.

"..."

Since Shiraki was the owner of this place, Musashi smiled faintly and nodded slightly in greeting.

Then, ignoring the sweating Imai Kosou, he turned his gaze to Kosou's master.

The handsome young man with long, cherry-blossom-colored hair, a prominent scar across his nose—

[The Eccentric] Mitsuyo Koishi.

The two locked eyes.

Musashi's tiger-like eyes seemed to pierce through the eyeballs and go straight into Mushi's brain, seeing through the madness in his mind.

"Hmm~~~~?"

Musashi was somewhat confused.

He had seen Mitsuyo Koishi's face at the small gathering the previous night, but there were too many people and it was nighttime, so Musashi didn't get a good look at him.

At this moment, Musashi sensed something and turned to Tokugawa, asking, "Are there really madmen who get away with their crimes in this world?"

Tokugawa was taken aback. "Huh!?"

He did know that Mitsuyo Koishi had a frightening "morbid osteopathy," and that he would even have a physiological reaction after breaking human bones, which was quite abnormal.

Therefore, Mitsuyoshi Koishi refused to participate in any kind of ruleless fighting.

But Musashi was able to see Koishi Mitsuyo's madman aura and his potential as an "outlaw" with just one glance.

What terrifying insight!

"..."

On the other side, Mitsuyo Koishi was still sitting on the ground with his legs bent, his left hand on the ground behind him, and his right hand on his knee, in a relaxed posture as much as possible.

"Wow, you can see right through me..."

Mu Shi sighed softly, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Although Mushi had seen Miyamoto Musashi from afar at the party that night, this time was different; Miyamoto Musashi came with a fighting spirit!

That's why Mushi was able to see it.

He is a pervert with a fetish for "breaking human bones," but he usually pretends to be one. However, Miyamoto Musashi makes no attempt to hide his desire to "kill people"!

From Mitsuyo Koishi's perspective, Miyamoto Musashi was a "fair and square" pervert!

There really is such a "human-slaying demon" in the world...

"..."

Seeing that Mushi's expression changed several times and that he had no intention of attacking, Musashi lost interest as well.

He turned his head and strode straight toward Piccolo, looking at the primitive man who was still sleeping peacefully with his head tilted back.

Tokugawa quickly followed.

“Pico…”

Musashi murmured the name and asked Tokugawa, "Is this person very famous?"

Tokugawa paused, then smiled faintly, "He is a world-renowned figure, and... also widely recognized as 'powerful'."

Musashi understood.

He pondered for a moment, hummed in agreement, and then suddenly squatted down, slamming his right palm down onto Pike's face.

Bang!

Its movements were incredibly swift, as if striking a metal surface with a muffled thud.

Splash...

When Musashi removed his right hand, wisps of white smoke still lingered on Pike's face.

"—!?"

This scene terrified the people around them.

Tokugawa exclaimed urgently, "What are you doing, Musashi! You really are—!!"

Even the usually mild-mannered Dr. Payne was startled by Musashi's actions and muttered, "Crazy..."

That means "crazy".

It's one thing to fight in an underground arena, after all, it's an underground fighting place, but Dr. Pain didn't expect that Musashi's daily life would be so crazy!

A rude awakening the moment we met?

If an ordinary person were to receive such a slap in the face, not only would they bleed from their mouth and nose, but they would probably also have their teeth shattered!

But to everyone's surprise, Pike remained completely still, not even opening his eyelids, his face serene and comfortable.

"Wow, that's impressive."

Musashi couldn't help but marvel, "I've dealt such a blow to his face, yet he remains perfectly calm and is still asleep..."

The next moment—

Clang!

Musashi's stance remained unchanged, but a sharp, cold glint had already been unleashed from his posture, transforming into an invisible sword that slashed downwards, striking Pi Ke's throat.

"!!"

The onlookers were all startled by the "realism" of the slash.

Even with his eyes closed, Pike seemed to sense the slash, waking from his slumber, slowly opening his eyes, and sitting up.

"..."

Pi didn't make a sound.

Musashi, however, continued to exclaim in admiration, "What a reliable body!"

"I intended to chop his head off, but the blade couldn't completely sever it. That neck is really something!"

Looking at Pike, who had just woken up, Musashi recalled what had happened before.

“In the past, I once successfully cut eight piled-up criminal corpses in two with a single stroke before the general’s presence.”

"In addition, six hands were cut off, and there was enough strength left to cut the knife into the mound below."

"I was overjoyed by the constant praise and admiration from the crowd. Everyone said I lived up to my reputation and I was in the limelight."

"But so what..."

Musashi lowered his eyebrows and looked at Pike, appearing somewhat disappointed.

“Before, I couldn’t shatter Kuroki Gensai’s Demon Spear, nor could I sever Hanma Yujiro’s collarbone, and now I’m helpless against this person’s neck bone…”

"Ah."

Musashi's disappointment flashed by, then turned into joy, and he praised Piko without reservation.

"This person's physical prowess is truly admirable; he could be called the 'Palace of Flesh'!"

"..."

As he spoke, Pike slowly stood up, hunched over, and looked around with a blank expression, even touching his neck.

Musashi and Pikachu exchanged glances. "That's right, Pikachu, I did try to cut you, but I didn't manage to kill you..."

When Musashi said this, he sounded somewhat apologetic.

Is this a provocation or a compliment?

It doesn't matter to him, since he can't understand anyway.

But the "pain" on his neck triggered Pike's wildness, causing him to bar his teeth and open his blood-red mouth.

Wow!

That primitive body, over two meters tall, lunged at Musashi, creating gusts of wind around it, like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey!

This offensive was so terrifying that it even startled Tokugawa, who was standing next to him, causing him to jump back and fall to the ground.

But for Miyamoto Musashi, it was a bit too slow.

Whoosh!

Just as Pike was about to bite down, Musashi twisted his waist and hips, sending his right-hand chop into Pike's mouth first.

That was too fast.

Even as the "food" entered his mouth, Pi didn't even have time to react or close his teeth before Musashi's hand blade slashed across him.