To become a king and a magician

"Tiger, how...how old are you this year?"

“I’m almost forty-nine years old,” Natsukawa Tiger replied. “If you’re curious about my youthful appearance, it’s because of my constitution. Something happened twenty years ago that caused my appearance to be fixed at a young age.”

Forty-nine years old!?

Isn't that just a middle-aged man?

Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but reveal a sad expression of being deceived by the world. For the past month, she had been treating Natsukawa Tora as a younger brother who needed her care, but it turned out to be the other way around; he was old enough to be her father!

"Um... I'm sorry, Tiger, I've been somewhat offensive to you all this time. I'll use more polite language in the future..."

What's wrong with you?

Xia Chuanhu shrugged: "Although I'm almost fifty, my mentality and appearance are still those of a boy, and I will always be a boy. Besides, considering my race, I'm not even fifty years old yet, so I'm no different from a child."

"Fifty years old and still considered a child? Tiger, what race are you anyway? A ghost? Or a dragon?"

After drifting through so many worlds, Miyamoto Musashi had seen many long-lived races and had come into contact with the deeds of demons and dragons. If a fifty-year-old is still considered a child, could it be that tigers are not actually human?

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi was suddenly so curious about his situation, Natsukawa Tora thought for a moment and decided to tell her part of his story first.

But just as he was about to speak—

"Thud..."

A sound like something being knocked over suddenly rang out from a scorched field, followed by a sudden gust of cool wind.

Natsukawa Tora frowned: "There's something there? Musashi, be careful."

"ghost?"

"Perhaps, or maybe—"

Natsukawa Tora's voice did not reach Miyamoto Musashi's ears completely, because before that, a huge figure, three times the height of a person, had appeared behind him without warning!

By the moonlight, it could be clearly seen that it was a strange being shrouded in shadow, looking as if it were pieced together from various parts.

(They seem somewhat similar to the Oni race!)

Miyamoto Musashi immediately placed her hands on the twin swords at her waist, but before she could draw them, the massive figure had already swung a heavy punch at Natsukawa Torato, who was right in front of her!

"Tiger--"

"boom!"

The loud noise drowned out Miyamoto Musashi's shouts.

But that wasn't the sound of a giant's fist hitting the ground; it was the sound of Natsukawa Tora punching it away or even smashing it apart.

"what?"

Miyamoto Musashi stood there, stunned.

As a swordswoman, she could, to some extent, discern the strength of her enemies. The enormous figure was clearly someone she needed to fight seriously, and considering that it had appeared suddenly, it might even be a strange creature that her sword couldn't kill.

And that's how he got smashed by Natsukawa Tiger with a single punch?

"Hmm, it's the evil spirit formed from the resentment of the villagers who were burned to death on this land."

Looking at the evil spirit that he had ripped down to only half its body, Xia Chuanhu immediately recognized its true form: "This is an undeserved disaster for you, isn't it? You've lived peacefully in this village for generations, only to be wiped out by a sudden calamity... Go and become a Buddha in peace, and stop wandering in the human world."

Like a wise and enlightened monk, Xia Chuanhu spoke words of compassion, but his actions were anything but compassionate. He punched the remaining evil spirit in the lower body again.

"boom!"

Like its upper body, the evil spirit's lower body was also completely destroyed by a single punch, disappearing into the moonlight without the slightest hesitation.

Natsukawa Torama turned around: "Alright, it's settled—why did you draw your sword, Musashi?"

"nothing."

Awkwardly sheathing his sword, Miyamoto Musashi sighed helplessly, "Being with you, Torato, always gives me the feeling that I have no way to use my strength."

"What, itching to get your hands dirty? How about I practice with you?"

"No, no, no, thank you!"

Miyamoto Musashi quickly refused—what a joke! If she were to fight Natsukawa Tora, she would be beaten to a pulp in no time. She would be asking for trouble! She didn't have such a terrible hobby!

"Compared to this, that monster just now..."

"It's just the resentment of the villagers who were burned to death. I've already sent them to become Buddhas—go back, there's nothing more here."

"Huh?" Miyamoto Musashi asked, "Aren't you going to keep looking? Didn't you say you came here to investigate?"

“I’ve already said there’s nothing more left. We don’t know who did it, or where they went after burning this place down. So what’s the point of staying here? Let’s go back to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow.”

To feed a glutton like Miyamoto Musashi, Natsukawa Tora has to work hard to earn money during the day, otherwise the two of them would starve.

6. The Round Table Cowboy in a Foreign Land

A world ablaze with flames.

A world where everything was burned to ashes by flames.

"Hell must refer to a world like this."

In a world of endless flames, littered with corpses, a woman spoke these words to herself.

In her eyes, the world was a hell, and the intense hatred in her heart made her see everything she saw as hell.

She shouldn't be this kind of woman.

Even though her past experiences gave her reasons to hate the world, she did not actually hate it.

Why does she hate this world so much now?

Hatred, disgust.

The woman hated Genji, hated the people, hated Japan, and hated the world.

She hated everything that "that person" took from this world; she hated it intensely and from the bottom of her heart.

therefore--

"It must all be burned."

The woman thought this.

Scorching and intense flames erupted around her.

Because she hates this world, she is determined to burn it clean, to burn everything to ashes, even if it means using herself as fuel.

Use your soul, spiritual foundation, and body as fuel to fuel the growth of anger and hatred within you, turning it into an endless flame!

"It's already unstoppable."

She would never stop. That was the woman's resolve. She would not stop until her body was completely charred. Her revenge against this world, her slaughter of this world, would never cease.

"Genji!"

The woman gripped the hard bow tightly in her hand and screamed out the existence she hated most.

"—My taboo name is ArcherInferno. I am the Princess of Flames, who transforms into flames to burn you all to ashes."

The Genji and the Genji (world), everything, will ultimately be burned to ashes by the arrows in their hands and the burning flames in their hearts!

In memory of the tragic passing of [that person].

Yes, that...that...that...who?

"Clang!"

The bow fell to the ground, and the woman in the sea of ​​fire covered her head with her hands.

who is it?

Who is it?

Who exactly is "that person" for whom I should fight?

"We must...go and find it."

"Find that person, find that person, find that person, find that person, find that person—"

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"Well--!"

I suddenly opened my eyes from my sleep.

Holding his head, Natsukawa Tora shook it quickly: "Asleep... what was that just now...?"

Tomoe Gozen.

Previously, in the Seventh Singularity, due to Meryl's interference, she temporarily regarded him as her lord. Although the two did not have much interaction in the end, and only worked together for a period of time at the beginning, they could indeed be said to be good friends.

She was also scheduled to appear in the subspecies singularity where it was originally supposed to happen, but Natsukawa Torama was unsure whether she would appear in this Shimousa country, which was not exactly the same as what he knew—until just now.

What appeared in Natsukawa Torata's dream was undoubtedly Tomoe Gozen, who had become a heroic swordsman. Her mental state had completely collapsed, and a foreign object had been inserted into her spiritual core, turning her into a heretic filled with hatred.

"So, it really was Tomoe Gozen who turned that village to ashes. Even in this abandoned Lostbelt, she was still summoned?"

Thinking about it this way, the enemies that Natsukawa Torato needs to face in this Shimousa country should not have changed much from before.

Seven Heroic Swordsmen.

He was originally a powerful enemy who would fight Miyamoto Musashi one by one and be killed by him in the end.

(However, because of me, Musashi never encountered Senji Muramasa, losing the means to slay the Heroic Spirit Swordsman. Myojinkiri Muramasa... Enchant her two swords after today's class.)

Natsukawa Torama is not a swordsmith and knows nothing about forging swords, but he is quite skilled at strengthening them. He once strengthened Okita Souji's sword, turning it into a divine sword that could unleash beams of light.

This time should be the same, or even if it's just about slaying the heroic swordsman, Natsukawa Torato can just give Miyamoto Musashi's twin swords their own protection.

【The blessing of the elves】—As a true elf, this was something he could do with ease.

The seven heroic swordsmen were to be slain by Miyamoto Musashi, while Natsukawa Torato was mainly responsible for dealing with the sorcerer Ashiya Doman, who summoned the heroic swordsmen, and Amakusa Tokisada Shiro. Since the heroic swordsmen truly existed, these two must also exist.

He can handle the troublesome guy.

"Also... Ba is the same."

If possible, Natsukawa Torara would like to personally eliminate Tomoe Gozen. After all, they were once master and servant, and helping her to escape from her painful world must be her own wish.

And at that very moment—