Super Fighting Tokyo.

They knew that this was Shiraki's warm-up for facing "Miyamoto Musashi", and so they gradually saw more.

Miyamoto Musashi...

Recalling Miyamoto Musashi, for some reason, everyone saw only "pitch black".

Behind Musashi lies boundless darkness.

High beyond sight, unfathomable, vast and boundless, bottomless and limitless...

But when a person is about to take a step forward, they may be swallowed up by that "darkness" and imprisoned by a space that is neither too high nor too low, neither too wide nor too narrow!

What will emerge from that "darkness"—swords? Poison needles? Or explosives?!

"..."

Unlike Miyamoto Musashi.

Behind Kaoru Hanayama is a scene of "pure white".

...Very rare!

That was "white," that was "nothingness," that was a realm a 19-year-old boy should never have reached!

But without a doubt, that was Kaoru Hanayama's will!

Immaculate, pure, brave, dazzling.

It is not the gentle light that can breed shadows, but the mad light that can illuminate all "shadows" without hesitation!

Only such "light" can unleash such a powerful punch!

"..."

Finally, unlike those two...

When Kaoru Hanayama's "Fist of Light" struck Shiraki Sho's "Parry," it unleashed a "third" color.

Neither black nor white.

It's "colorful"!

A massive amount of complex colors, like an explosion in a paint factory, were unleashed by Kaoru Hanayama and shattered from Shiroki Shoji!

Pfft!

The colors burst and splashed everywhere, it was absolutely gorgeous!

There is no Zen-like quality, no profound and unfathomable realm, and no need to ponder its true meaning.

It's beautiful! It's gorgeous!

The colors that constitute the concept of "street" erupt from Shiraki Sei's "Parry" and transform into the style of "modern fighting"!

……

……

The "warm-up" finally came to an end about two hours later.

"..."

Wu Fengshui tossed over a towel, and Bai Mucheng and Huashan Xun each wiped their sweat.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng couldn't help but laugh, looking at the crowd around him, "Haha, so many people have come... It's so lively!"

Hanma Baki, Tokita Ohma;

Mitsuyo Kureishi, Samurai Wakatsuki, Jun Sekibayashi, Onsei Ho, Kaoran, Haruo Kono, Cosmo Imai, Larma XIII, Heihachi Furumi;

Oliva, Keibal, Retsu Kaioh, Kaoru Hanayama;

Yuji Doppo, Shibukawa Goki, Kuroki Gensai;

--above.

"..."

Retsukai stepped forward first, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Shiraki, and said, "Shiraki, thank you!"

Baki patted Shiraki on the shoulder, "Shiraki-nii, don't die!"

Wang Ma stepped forward, raised his hand, and firmly grasped Bai Mucheng's hand with a "snap." "In short, let's teach that samurai a lesson!"

With his hands in his pockets, Mitsuyoshi Mushi said, "Cheng, let's go to the celebration bar together afterwards!"

and also……

"Hahaha! With your skill level, you'll definitely reach the top in professional wrestling!"

"You'll definitely be fine!"

"Hmph, we'll win."

"Good luck, Mr. Shiraki~!"

"Hmm, you're in great shape!"

"Beat the swordsman to pieces!"

"..."

The people conveyed endless blessings to Shiraki Sei.

……

……

On the other side that day.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters.

A group of high-ranking government officials gathered.

Meanwhile, Tokugawa Mitsunari, Katahara Metsudo, Nobel laureate Dr. Albert Payne, and U.S. Army representative Captain Stray also arrived.

Its purpose, of course, is to discuss the upcoming battles of "Miyamoto Musashi".

"..."

The horrific scene inside the building that night was beyond human comprehension; everyone had seen it repeatedly through video recordings and photographs.

Therefore, they do not intend to arrest or stop Miyamoto Musashi, as that would be too much of a burden for them.

All they could do was to guide ordinary citizens in the surrounding area to safety as quickly as possible, no matter where Miyamoto Musashi was going to fight!

The Metropolitan Police Department is confident about this.

"..."

At this point, someone suddenly gave a wry smile, "Really, are we going to let Miyamoto Musashi fight this match? His opponent is a modern person, isn't he?"

"Do we really want modern people to face that peerless, strongest swordsman of ancient times?"

"Is this... really okay!?"

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

Then, it was Dr. Albert Payne who spoke, responding in a deep voice:

"To leave problems to the future is to permanently close the door to solving them."

"do not be afraid……"

Dr. Payne looked at everyone and said earnestly, "Don't be afraid to 'face' it!"

……

……

That day, in the evening.

Headquarters Jujutsu Dojo (Practical Jujutsu Dojo)

This time, Shiraki Cheng was not invited, nor did he make an appointment. He simply came here by chance and then paid a visit.

It doesn't matter to the head of the department.

Although his injuries had not fully healed, he still greeted Shiramu Cheng in the dojo with bandages on his hands and feet.

He brewed a pot of hot tea.

"We've already tried the poisoning trick, so drink it without worry."

Using his better-performing right hand, he poured tea for both Shiraki and himself, his expression relaxed yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Brother Bai Mu."

The headquarters was puzzled, "Then why did you fight Musashi? You wouldn't have encountered Miyamoto Musashi in the original 'street'..."

Shiraki thought for a moment and said seriously, "Regardless of whether it is true or not, regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, Miyamoto Musashi 'exists,' so I want to fight him."

Upon hearing this, the commander lowered his head, as if he was thinking about how to refute it.

"White wood...

No sooner had he spoken than the next instant the commander suddenly sprang up, charging forward in a kneeling position, using his right arm cast as a "blunt weapon" to smash horizontally.

Wow!

Bai Mucheng raised his left hand, palm up, and with a "snap," grabbed his right arm, then squeezed it hard with all five fingers.

Click!

The plaster broke with a snap, revealing a sharp chisel in the right hand of the commander.

It turns out that the right hand of the main force has also basically recovered, and he is preparing to use a chisel to pierce Shiraki's arm in order to stop him from fighting Musashi.

But Shiraki saw through this move.

Helpless, the headquarters had no choice but to stop, tossing the chisel aside and rubbing their sore right arm.

If "martial" methods don't work, then we have to resort to "civil" methods.

“Brother Shiraki, I won our battle in the park—I stopped you from seeing Miyamoto Musashi.”

"Jack Fanma and Wu Lei'an both accepted their loss and gave up challenging Miyamoto Musashi."