Super Fighting Tokyo.

The head of the unit raised an eyebrow and looked at Shiramu Cheng, "Brother Shiramu, you should also abide by the 'agreement' from that battle, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiramu smiled faintly and nodded frankly, "Yes, Mr. Headquarters, you have successfully stopped me, and I should respect your will."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, headquarters quickly pressed on, saying, "So..."

"so--"

Bai Mucheng answered quickly, then looked up and said seriously, "I've changed my mind."

Headquarters: "..."

Headquarters: "..."

Headquarters: "...?"

This practical, ancient martial arts master was stunned upon hearing Bai Mucheng's words, his expression frozen in place.

Shiraki Shigeaki grinned and said, "Street fighting is inherently chaotic. Since there's an opponent, we can only fight, right, Mr. Headquarters?"

Headquarters: "..."

The headquarters paused for a moment before nodding with a somber expression and a helpless smile.

"Yeah, street fighting is real combat. Who would follow a 'no fighting' agreement? Even if they go back on their word, it's no problem!"

"--That's how it should be."

Headquarters sighed softly, "I understand completely now, Shiraki-kun. You've become a little 'cunning' too~~~!"

“I understand your determination to ‘face’ Miyamoto Musashi…”

I wish you well.

……

……

Leave the main dojo.

As night falls, the ordinary daily routine continues.

Back home, he cooked for his younger sister, trained with Maruk, and joked and played around with Wu Fengshui, spending his daily life at the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Academy.

This is what "street fighting" should be like, right?

It's not pure, it's even colorful, face all the "results" with equanimity, and then continue to experience the next "process".

At the same time, Shiraki Cheng also had a premonition, and was even certain of it—that a fight was about to break out!

……

……

The following morning.

The "Fighting Center" Fighting Soul Martial Arts School has opened for business.

Then--

Miyamoto Musashi has arrived.

Chapter 705 Masters

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy is a "fighting center".

The battles go without saying!

Training, logistics, communication, and even new recruit training...

A fighter seeking a challenger? A traveler journeying the world?

All guests are welcome!

Even the invincible swordsman from four hundred years ago, the peerless Miyamoto Musashi, is welcome to come here!

……

It's today.

The weather was very pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold, and very refreshing.

Wu Fengshui went out on business, You Sha was called out to play by her classmates, and Maruk was dragged away by the Baku—in short, everyone was temporarily away for various reasons.

Therefore, early in the morning, only Bai Mucheng remained in the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

He ate a simple breakfast, washed the dishes, cleaned the equipment room, and mopped the floor of the practice dojo.

After finishing all this, Bai Mucheng went to the courtyard and tidied up the arena inside.

At that moment, Miyamoto Musashi arrived.

He was still dressed the same as always, in a light blue martial arts uniform, bamboo leather shoes, and his slightly curly medium-length hair was casually tied back.

He still had that imposing face, and a faint smile on his face, looking quite radiant.

The most "unusual" thing is that Miyamoto Musashi has two katana of different sizes hanging on his left waist.

The shorter one is the Tokugawa family's treasured sword; the other is Miyamoto Musashi's beloved sword—the Unnamed Kinjutsu.

...Slap.

Musashi patted his lower back and stood in front of the gate of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

With a lowered gaze, he smiled and said, "My name is Miyamoto Musashi. I am currently traveling in the mortal world. May I ask if this place is suitable for me to stay temporarily and use as a training ground?"

"Welcome, please make yourself at home!"

Shiraki raised his hand in greeting, "Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, welcome to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall."

Musashi happily stepped into the courtyard.

……

……

at the same time.

Police cars belonging to the Special Operations Team were parked on the streets surrounding the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and several police officers were patrolling the area.

If any passersby are spotted approaching, they will be approached and persuaded to leave to prevent them from being caught in the potential fighting.

The two people in charge of this operation were two old acquaintances of Shiraki Cheng—

[Head of the Secret Burial Division] Manabu Takumi, and [Head of the Juvenile Division] Iori Kazuka.

Although their "professions" were not relevant, both of them were "related personnel," so they were specially assigned by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Manabu is a skilled boxer, and Iori Kazuka often deals with fights among delinquent youths.

But the two of them knew very well that whatever happened next would be far beyond their usual understanding!

—The situation is unpredictable!

How this showdown will unfold, when it will take place, and even where it will be fought are all unpredictable!

This is no simple illegal duel.

【Fighting Spirit】Shiraki Sei VS 【Peerless】Miyamoto Musashi.

In a sense, its level of gore surpasses that of "modern warfare" in terms of "street combat"!

And now...

The two men sat in the police car and learned about the current situation of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy through the contact of the patrol officers.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi didn't say much; they were both doing their daily workouts.

"...!?"

Manabu Takumi and Iori Kazuka were puzzled, but they could only wait patiently and observe how things would unfold.

……

……

No matter who comes here, this is the daily routine of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi didn't say much, but instead focused on their own training, without even trying to meet.

Punching bags, swinging bamboo poles, treadmill training, footwork, deadlifts, weightlifting...

This is practice!

Whether it's a "fighting expert" or a "strategist," isn't this level of warm-up just their daily routine?

—That's what Shiraki thought.

But unknowingly, strands of ink surged forth, outlining one master after another with dotted lines, accompanying Bai Mucheng in his training.

"..."

Clang!

Shiraki finished a deadlift, and the heavy barbell slammed to the ground.

Wow! You've got some great muscles.

Zangief raised his large hand and patted Shiraki Cheng on the back. "But hey, the building of muscles never ends. Remember to live with your muscles!"

Hahaha! Keep it up! Let me see your skills!

Remember, the body is made of steel, forged through countless trials! Hmph!

Shiraki nodded, thanking Zangief for his guidance.

"..."

On the treadmill.

Bai Mucheng ran uphill quickly, his feet leaving light, ink-wash-like dotted lines.