Human accounts are forced to reach max level

"......hiss."

at the same time.

In a certain square.

In the venue that was originally crowded with people, a large open space suddenly became vacant.

The passers-by who stopped here formed a wall of melon-eating people. They stood at the edge of the open space, looking at the scene in the center of the field, and started talking to each other in disbelief.

There are also many people taking photos or recording videos with their mobile phones, not knowing whether they want to use them as evidence of a crime or simply want to post them online to gain attention and popularity.

"Is that strange man with bare feet a gangster? He's so tall and has a scary face."

"Look, those are scars, right? And they don't look like they were caused by an accident. They look more like... they were cut by a sword."

"In this situation, we should call the police, right?"

"That's true, but..."

A middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap swallowed his saliva slightly and spoke softly to the people around him.

"The police have been here several times."

At this time, in the center of the field.

More than twenty strong men in police uniforms were lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Some of them had lost consciousness, while others were clutching some part of their body, clenching their teeth, and their foreheads were covered with pain. Cold sweat.

But for some reason, no wounds could be seen at all.

The only strong man who had not suffered any injuries was falling weakly on the ground, swallowing his saliva and staring at the hand knife that was standing in front of him, not daring to move.

In response to this, Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly. He no longer cared about the person in front of him who was inexplicably trying to catch him. Instead, he turned to look at the strong man grabbing his wrist and asked in confusion.

"Purgatory Anjuro...what do you mean?"

Chapter 147: A person who is out of tune with the times

five minutes ago.

"Haha, this era is really interesting. I never thought there would be a swordsman like you."

His hands drooped naturally, holding a sword, his strong leg muscles were tense, but his knees were in an unusually relaxed state.

Miyamoto Musashi stared closely at the man in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

At just the first glance, he judged that the swordsmanship level of the man in front of him was above all the swordsmen he had ever encountered, and it was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

He's quite a strong man.

The rough face is full of unspeakable joy, what should I do...

He almost couldn't help but cut it!

"Swordsman, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Turning slightly to one side, he subconsciously placed his hand on the handle of the Sun Lun knife but made no intention of pulling it out.

Purgatory Anjuro glanced at a strand of long hair that was cut off by something unknown, and felt a little surprised in his heart.

Was that... a slash just now?

"I'm not hostile, I'm just confused because of the sudden change in where I am. Excuse me, where is this place?"

"...Tokyo, Tokugawa told me so."

After all, he couldn't help but cut out an invisible blade as a test, but it was easily dodged by the opponent's movements, which was very natural.

Miyamoto Musashi released his hold on the sword with his bare hands and looked at the man in front of him. His slightly widened eyes seemed to see a vision of purgatory fire.

What a sight.

"For such a strong man, it would be a bit rude not to take the initiative to surrender his life."

Looking at the other party's expression that seemed to be thinking about something, Miyamoto Musashi suppressed his inner excitement and bowed slightly.

"My name is Miyamoto Musashi."

Hearing this name, Purgatory Anjuro, who was using breathing techniques to confirm whether he was under the illusion of the vampire spell, was also stunned for a moment.

He had heard of this name, or rather, it was a well-known name, so it would be strange if he didn't know it.

The one who was unparalleled in the world during the Warring States Period.

However, the history of the Demon Slayer Corps is somewhat different from external records. It is said that he was a lucky man who never encountered evil spirits or used a "swordsman" in his life, and died a healthy life.

It must be the same name, right?

With this thought in mind, Purgatory Anjuro responded with a smile: "Hello, my name is Purgatory Anjuro, and I am a ghost hunter."

He spoke words very naturally that should not be spoken in front of ordinary people, and he was even a little frank.

But it is obvious that Miyamoto Musashi directly misunderstood something about this.

"Oh, ghost hunter... When I was young, I faced the enemy's encirclement and suppression on the battlefield. I also called myself a hungry ghost. This is really inferior."

He looked at the swordsman in front of him who was much younger than himself, and he couldn't help but compare himself with himself at the same age.

At this moment, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind.

"Um, can you excuse me?"

In this regard, Miyamoto Musashi, who had already noticed the aura approaching from behind, turned his head silently and looked at the two strange men in front of him who were dressed somewhat like courtyard guards. One was strong and the other was slightly fat. His eyes were a little doubtful and questioning.

"Sorry for taking up a little time." The strong man in police uniform said with a smile on his face, "Please cooperate with us."

"......You are?"

This unexpected reaction made the two policemen look at each other, and then tentatively took out their ID cards.

"Oh...of course we are the police, haha."

"police?"

Miyamoto Musashi repeated this word he came across for the first time, and felt a little more confused.

This reaction also made the two policemen who received the notice from the crowd frown.

The man standing in front glanced at the other person's unshoeless feet without any trace, as well as the commoner who was obviously not in the same style as modern clothes.

This guy is very strange.

He glanced at the man next to him wearing a flame feather fabric. The long, dark red-yellow hair and the long knife at his waist were obviously not modern attire.

But looking at the other party's frank temperament, and the fact that he seemed to be curiously stopping to watch the excitement here, he did not feel that the other party was suspicious at all.

Is this guy cosplaying? But there doesn’t seem to be a comic exhibition in the nearby area.

After sorting out his thoughts, he smiled again and said, "Excuse me, can you show me your ID card first?"

"...Do you mean something like a letter of introduction?" Miyamoto Musashi replied expressionlessly, "No."

These words made the two policemen look at each other again.

They already had the idea of ​​taking this strange guy back to the police station first.

"Then, please tell me your name, address and date of birth." The policeman, whose face no longer smiled, said slowly.

I understand this question.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was thinking this in his heart, said frankly.

"My dear, Miyamoto Musashi, was born on X, month, 1584. As for his address..." He paused, not knowing what to say, "Because I just came here recently..." .”

"Have you taken any illegal drugs recently?"

The two policemen, whose faces darkened and no longer wanted to listen to each other's nonsense, silently separated and walked over.

"Illegal drugs?" Miyamoto Musashi was confused again, "What are illegal drugs?"

"Please let me check it out."

Frowning tightly, the strong police officer stretched out his hand to grab the other party's shirt to check if he was carrying something similar to Baifen, but because the other party turned slightly sideways, he missed it.

This stunned him for a moment.

"...What's wrong?" the strong policeman asked expressionlessly.

"You are very suspicious." The fat policeman who had already detoured behind the other party said in a deep voice.

But the next moment.

"boom--"

Retracting his knife and glancing at the two unconscious policemen lying on the ground, Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly.

"baffling."

He was too lazy to deal with the strange problems of these two strange guys, so he just knocked them unconscious.

"I'm sorry, Purgatory Anjuro, for letting two weirdos interrupt our conversation."

Miyamoto Musashi smiled lightly and said: "Let's chat for a while, I'm...very curious about you."

When he said this, his eyes even sparkled.

He had almost forgotten how many years it had been since he had felt such a strong sense of crisis from another swordsman.

After all, you must know that he is already the well-deserved number one in the world.

He is the one who stands at the top of the strongest, so why should he feel threatened by others?

But now there is.

Miyamoto Musashi twitched his nose and showed a satisfied expression. He smelled the familiar faint smell of blood from the other party's body, which made him feel as if he had returned to that war-torn era again.

The number of creatures the other party has killed is no less than his own, or even a little more.

Thinking of this, the unspeakable loneliness in his heart and the suppressed and complex emotions that were incompatible with this peaceful era seemed to be dissipated a lot.

However, Purgatory Anjuro ignored him.

The warm smile that always remained on his face was now lowered.

He looked at the two men lying on the ground, and the man in front of him took it as a matter of course to knock down others.

Slightly silent.

At this time, the surrounding passers-by also noticed the situation here.

The two policemen who fell to the ground had dull expressions on their faces.

Is this... an assault on the police?

"What's wrong? You stopped talking all of a sudden?"

Ignoring the strange looks from the people around him, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but be surprised when he still didn't hear a reply after waiting for a while.

Purgatory Anjuro, on the other hand, had already used his eyes to observe the situation of the two people on the ground. They were not seriously injured, and they were not injured at all. They were just knocked unconscious by the right amount of force.

The frown relaxed slightly.

The swordsman in front of him still had some sense of proportion.

"Miyamoto Musashi Pavilion..."

"That man in cloth, put your head in your hands and squat down immediately!"

At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from the distance.

More than twenty men, dressed identically to the two men on the ground, were running towards us from all directions, each holding a dark "short stick" in their hands.

"No resistance and keep your hands where we can see them!"

Seeing this, passers-by who had already stopped to watch also gave way one after another and took out their mobile phones to take videos.

The fastest running policeman had already arrived in front of Miyamoto Musashi. Seeing that the other party had no intention of giving up resistance and complying with the instructions, he continued his momentum and directly grabbed him, hoping to preemptively subdue the other party.

The result is the next moment.

There was a sudden spin.

"Bang!"

Ignoring the guy who had fainted on the ground, Miyamoto Musashi kept his expression unchanged and briefly calculated the number of people rushing towards him: "I'm sorry, Purgatory Anjuro, just wait for me for a moment. I'll be fine soon."

As he spoke, a baton was swung at him.