Super Fighting Tokyo.

Chapter 689 Stepping into the War with Style!

It was Tokugawa who informed Shiraki.

After all, Musashi's live-streamed execution of someone on television, even though he used an invisible sword and the reporter only lost consciousness for a short while, still caused quite a stir.

There is a high probability that the Metropolitan Police Department is closely monitoring Musashi.

Just then, IDEAL sent another recruitment letter to Tokugawa, attempting to win him over as a "mercenary".

Of all the people associated with "Metropolitan Police Department", "Miyamoto Musashi", and "IDEAL", Tokugawa thought long and hard and concluded that Shiraki Shō was the most suitable.

……

Just as Tokugawa had predicted.

After much deliberation, Musashi actually decided to go out alone to vent his anger on criminal organizations like IDEAL!

This matter had nothing to do with power or wealth, so Tokugawa could not participate.

When Musashi heard Shiraki say "I'm going too," he smiled very happily, even with a sense of relief and ease.

"Ugh~~~~!"

Musashi's lips curled into a smile as he asked curiously, "Shiraki, why do you want to come with me?"

Bai Mucheng clicked his tongue, tilted his head, and rubbed his chin before finally coming up with a reason, "Probably... to maintain social order and ensure world peace?"

Musashi stared in disbelief, "Oh, oh..."

Shiramu smiled wryly, "It's true! After all, as a fighter, one should protect kind neighbors. That's what my masters are all like."

"But besides that, there's also..."

Shiraki looked at Musashi and said, "Didn't you say that we are friends, Mr. Musashi?"

"..."

Musashi understood, a faint smile appearing in his tiger-like eyes, and he nodded with a low gaze.

Just as he was about to travel with Shiraki, he suddenly saw Tokugawa raise his hand again.

"Please wait a moment!"

Tokugawa shogunate stopped Musashi again.

He told the "guard captain" Hideaki Kano, who was not far away, to jog back to the house, as if he were going to get something.

Neither Shiraki nor Musashi understood its meaning.

When Hideaki Kano returned, he was holding a sword pouch with a very ornate design, inside which was a samurai sword.

Kana carefully handed the sword pouch to Tokugawa with both hands.

Tokugawa accepted it with both hands, then stepped forward and solemnly presented it to Musashi.

"...!"

Musashi was instantly jolted awake, and even his eyes showed a clear change, a mixture of pride, emotion, and even a touch of gratitude.

Even with the sword pouch blocking his view, and without even touching it, Musashi could clearly sense what a beautiful and rare blade was hidden inside!

"Oh, Tokugawa, this is truly a great gift!"

Musashi exclaimed with delight, "Four hundred years have passed, and my beloved sword is still preserved...?"

"Ha ha……"

Tokugawa grinned and said slowly, "The famous sword—the Nameless Golden Sword."

"This peerless sword had been lying dormant in Higo Province, which is now Kumamoto Prefecture, and was only rushed over last night."

"In terms of its rarity, it even surpasses my family's broken 'national treasure' tiger."

“This is a cultural heritage that should never have been ‘used,’ but so what?”

"Before it became a cultural heritage, it was your beloved sword, Mr. Musashi."

Tokugawa lifted the sword sheath.

Musashi narrowed his tiger-like eyes. "I am deeply grateful, Mr. Tokugawa."

Tokugawa nodded and smiled faintly, "You flatter me. I'm simply returning it to its rightful owner."

"..."

Just as the old man was about to lift the sword holster, suddenly—

Splash...

The ropes that had been tightly binding the sword sheath suddenly came undone, revealing the newly crafted hilt and guard inside.

Both of these parts were made by master craftsmen and are worthy of the nameless, heavy metal blade!

"Wh...what? The rope actually..."

Tokugawa was startled.

Musashi, however, was not surprised at all. "Hmph, taking off your clothes willingly, are you trying to get back to my side?"

He raised his hand and grabbed the scabbard, pulling it out of the sword pouch with a "whoosh," and then inserted the scabbard into the side of his waist.

But it doesn't end there.

"After all, we're going to deal with an international criminal organization, and there might be many mercenaries and outlaws involved, so we should be fully equipped..."

Tokugawa murmured to himself, then took a small dachi from Kano's arms.

"Although it is not as precious as the 'Unnamed Gold Sword', it is still a famous sword passed down through generations of the Tokugawa family. I hope Mr. Musashi will not mind."

Click...

Musashi accepted the sword with both hands and said earnestly, "How could I mind? Tokugawa-sensei, this is exactly what a samurai needs!"

He then tucked the small katana into his waistband.

With both swords now in hand, Miyamoto Musashi's appearance became even more imposing, truly awe-inspiring!

Musashi smiled faintly, "As a samurai, one should naturally have a fine horse, but it seems that the habit of riding horses has disappeared in this world, which is a real pity..."

Shiraki Chengyi tilted his head. "I came on a motorcycle, which is faster than a horse!"

Musashi pursed his lips and said sarcastically, "It's the same principle as with short tubes. Going too fast is not conducive to judging direction, so it may not be a good thing and cannot be called 'the Way'."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to prove his point, Musashi suddenly stood still.

Such a scene was truly beautiful, leaving Tokugawa and Kano, who were standing to the side, stunned.

"It's truly like a painting!"

Tokugawa couldn't help but admire it.

The next moment—

Clang!

Unable to resist the urge to fight, Musashi suddenly drew his swords, and his two blades flew out like a whirlwind, then transformed into flowing water.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Musashi slashed left and right with his two swords, one large and one small, his movements clean and swift, as if even space itself was split in two!

To the three onlookers, Musashi's figure seemed to have been forcibly divided into three sections, becoming three separate parts!

...Clang!

As Musashi sheathed his sword, the surrounding space closed up, becoming one again, transforming into Miyamoto Musashi himself.

"Hmm, not bad."

Musashi pursed his lips in approval.

Upon seeing this, Tokugawa couldn't help but wave his hands repeatedly and exclaim, "Amazing! This is so enjoyable to watch!"

suddenly--

Reed reed reed!

Three invisible swords, devoid of any power, simultaneously slashed through the necks of Tokugawa, Kano, and Shiraki, causing their heads to fall to the ground.

"...!!"

Ghana was trembling with fear.

Tokugawa was also sweating profusely. "This... don't make jokes like this!"

Musashi remained silent, but grinned broadly, even squinting his eyes in a rare display of joy, his face radiant with happiness.

Shiraki Shōya rubbed his neck and tilted his head to Musashi, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride on my bike."

Musashi nodded in agreement.

Tokugawa was still a little worried. "Is it really okay to go like this? After all, it's about dealing with mercenaries. We can call the Metropolitan Police Department... that is, the government, for help!"

Musashi waved his hand, politely declining Tokugawa's offer.

Tokugawa was still worried, "Then... I'll have Kana drive you there, so you can rest and recuperate..."

Musashi didn't answer, but simply smiled, saying, "You're so gentle, Tokugawa."

Tokugawa knew he couldn't stop Musashi, so he could only look at Shiraki and say, "Shiraki, I don't know what to do either, but... please."

Shiramu clenched his fist in a gesture of approval, "Excellent, fantastic!"

Upon hearing these instructions, Musashi sighed helplessly.

He stepped forward to Tokugawa, then knelt down, opened his strong arms, and gently embraced the "soulmate" who had entertained him.

"Tokugawa, thank you."

After saying that, Musashi let go, stood up, and met up with Shiraki Sho at the door. The two walked side by side.