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"I...want to talk 'reason' with them."

Gafan said with a smile on his face.

...

at the same time.

In a very large house.

A short, bald old man with sharp eyes was sitting cross-legged on a one-meter-square soft cushion placed on the tatami, holding an unlit short-handled pipe in his hand.

His name is Tokugawa Mitsunari, he is the thirteenth generation head of the Tokugawa Foundation, and he is also the founder and controller of the Tokyo Dome underground arena.

People who know him generally call him "old man".

The short-handled pipe in his hand unconsciously knocked on the tea cup placed in front of the cushion. Tokugawa Mitsunari looked at the yellow-haired man in front of him with an expressionless face.

If anyone observed carefully at this time, they would find that for some reason, there was a dull look in his eyes.

Finally, he spoke.

"You said...you are from the Taisho era?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari asked hesitantly, feeling very confused about the man in front of him who was brought back by Miyamoto Musashi.

That was a hundred years ago.

Although Miyamoto Musashi was a person from the Warring States Period four hundred years ago, his resurrection was brought about by himself, and the method was through the traceable method of cloning cells, but... .

What's going on with the person in front of me?

"Mr. Purgatory Anjuro, are you kidding?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari smiled sarcastically: "Suddenly appearing in a strange square and spanning a hundred years. Science fiction novels don't dare to make things like this easily. Please stop teasing such a bad old man like me."

"So, Mr. Tokugawa has no idea about this?"

Sitting on the tatami, the Nichirin sword was removed and put aside out of courtesy. Purgatory Anjurou's energetic smile couldn't help but dim.

As the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Squad, he still has responsibilities that he must fulfill.

Kill all the ghosts, protect the people, and the Lord’s entrustment and instructions...

His fists were clenched slightly.

He had to find a way to get back.

At this time, Miyamoto Musashi, who was watching quietly from the side, suddenly asked.

"Taisho Era? Tokugawa, what is that?"

"Huh? Oh, that's right. It's normal for Mr. Miyamoto not to know. After all, this happened after your death."

Hitting the tea cup with his short-handled pipe again, Tokugawa Mitsunari smiled and explained: "The Taisho era is the period after the end of the Edo period. The European War had just ended at that time, and it was also a relatively stable and precious period. , although it lasted only a short time.”

"Oh? It happened to be after the Edo period."

After listening to the explanation, Miyamoto Musashi touched his chin and fell into thought.

This is really a coincidence. After all, he died in the early Edo period. Didn't it happen to be a whole era later?

"But I originally thought that you, Purgatory Anjuro, were born in this era, but I misunderstood."

"Your Excellency Miyamoto Musashi, just call me Anjuro." Purgatory Anjuro smiled nonchalantly, "And I also mistakenly thought that you had the same name as the swordsman from the Warring States Period."

"Hey, I didn't expect that even you have heard of my name? Haha, it seems that the name I left behind is really quite loud!"

With a heroic smile, Miyamoto Musashi slowly stood up from the tatami.

"Anjuro, you can just call me Musashi from now on. Then... let's have a spar as we agreed on the way here."

"etc!"

At this time, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was still thinking about whether the surname Purgatory existed in the history of the Taisho era, was stunned for a moment after hearing the word "sparring" and quickly stood up and asked in a panic.

"Mr. Miyamoto, you mean... you want to fight this man?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" Miyamoto Musashi asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Of course there is no problem, it's just, it's just." Thinking of a certain Tokugawa Mitsunari, he swallowed subconsciously and asked nervously, "For you, Mr. Purgatory, who wears a long sword on his waist, has he ever sparred with you? Qualifications?"

"Haha, of course. He is the strongest swordsman Musashi has ever encountered besides myself. His level is higher than that of the swordsmen of the Warring States Period."

Miyamoto Musashi slowly showed a positive smile.

"If these swordsmen don't spar with each other, my heart will ache unbearably."

"Oh oh oh... Mr. Purgatory can actually get an unparalleled swordsman in the world, and you comment like that?!"

Suddenly, the heartbeat rate in Tokugawa Mitsunari's old body began to rise abnormally, and sweat broke out on his forehead due to the intense excitement.

He likes, no, desires to witness the battle between strong men.

To this end, he spent huge sums of money to personally build the largest and highest-level underground arena in the world. He even violated international regulations and secretly planned a human cloning project to resurrect Miyamoto Musashi, who died four hundred years ago.

Everything is just to witness the battle between the strong and the strong, this kind of pure "dream".

And now, it seemed that he was about to witness a dreamlike battle between two swordsmen whose level was beyond the imagination of the world.

What a blessing this is!

His breathing began to become rapid, and then he suddenly froze.

"By the way, Mr. Tokugawa, do you have a knife?"

Miyamoto Musashi asked frankly as if he remembered something.

Because of his insane arm strength, an ordinary sword in his hand would not even be able to withstand his full swing, and would be directly severed from the handle.

Although he had already realized the realm of "no sword" in his later years, out of respect for a swordsman of Purgatory Anjuro's level, he still hoped to hold a real sword first.

In response to this, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who had seen his opponent blow up the bamboo, after a moment of silence, regained his breath and said in a serious voice.

"No matter how miserable we are, this is still the Tokugawa Palace."

He clapped his hands vigorously.

"Gana, bring 'that' over here!"

"As commanded."

The handsome and strong man who had been quietly guarding the corner of the room bowed slightly and turned to leave.

At the same time, his body could not stop trembling slightly, because of the instinct gained from long years of martial arts practice. Ever since the two men entered the room, they had been frantically sending him dangerous signals.

It's like meeting a lion king patrolling the territory with bare hands on the African savannah, or meeting a group of hungry wolves in the boundless wilderness.

The feeling of horror is indescribable.

If he faced them, even if he was just one of them, as the captain of the Tokugawa Prefecture's Guards, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.

This terrifying feeling, the last time I felt it, was from the creature known as the strongest on earth——

Yujiro Nomama.

"Where did the old man find these people? They are ridiculously strong."

After Hideaki Kano swallowed, he closed the door gently.

...

five minutes later.

"This is a dojo for dancing and a place for training servants."

Coming to a very spacious room, standing on the smooth wooden floor, Tokugawa Mitsunari introduced to the two people in front of him, his eyes still showing a little impatient.

"Well, there's enough room."

Miyamoto Musashi looked around, nodded slightly, and then lowered his head to look at the sword that was said to be an ancestral sword that had just been tied to his waist.

National treasure - "National Tiger".

Holding the handle of the knife, he pulled it out slightly. The cold light on the knife pattern was dazzling.

"Well, it's a good sword. It can definitely bear the power of my sword swing."

After completely pulling out the blade and observing it carefully, Miyamoto Musashi nodded with satisfaction, then put the sword back into its sheath, and even made a crisp sound.

"Well, long wait, Anjuro."

He slowly suppressed the smile on his face, and his aura began to slowly rise.

"The request for a discussion on the way here was really presumptuous."

"No, sparring is still very common in the Demon Slayer Corps. And after all, I have already agreed, and I will definitely take it seriously." Purgatory Anjuro shook his head slightly.

Although I am still worried about how to go back, these emotions have been calmed down for the time being.

After all, absentmindedly competing with others is an insult.

"Thank you, then, let's get started."

Miyamoto Musashi relaxed his muscles all over his body, and at some point he was slowly approaching the opponent. The speed was very slow, and his hands were hanging down naturally.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Tokugawa, please stand far away, after all..."

In an instant, the ancestral sword was unsheathed without hesitation.

The crisp sound of the sword echoed throughout the dojo.

"Qiang——!"

A strand of yellow hair fell, with dark red tips, slowly falling onto the smooth wooden floor.

"This sparring may be a bit dangerous."

Chapter 156: An Unquiet and Weird Night (Part 1)

There is a dark night sky above our heads. Because of the bright lights of the city, we cannot see the bright stars all over the sky like in the past.

There is only one full moon, which has always hung high in the starry sky through the ages.

The bright moonlight was shining on the earth below.

On a secluded street, a burly man wearing black cloth passed by quietly alone. He was also wearing straw shoes that were incompatible with modern attire.

Miyamoto Musashi looked up at the street lamp that seemed to be broken and flashing. His face was expressionless, as if he was thinking about something, or he was just in a daze.

Too many things really happened to him today.

Try to understand this strange era, and meet someone strong enough to easily defeat yourself, who is unparalleled in the world.

Both the worldview and the value of one's own existence were severely shattered.

This made even him, whose consciousness was as hard as a rock, feel lingering confusion for a moment.

So, he went shopping for the second time today to relax.

But this did not bring him peace of mind. On the contrary, it made him even more irritable.

Because the strange looks in the eyes of those around me hint at the deep generation gap that I am "different" from them and incompatible with them.

In this era, he is an unnecessary "alien".

"..."

He raised his head and stared at the strange "candle light" that flickered and went out. He couldn't understand this alone.

Is there really a place for him here?

"Go back...Ha, where can I go back?"

Miyamoto Musashi shook his head helplessly, but quickly sorted out his emotions.

After all, it's not like him to look sad like this now.

Even an indescribable feeling of loneliness has begun to erode his heart all the time.

But he can still endure it, because for him, it is enough to have a "sword" in his hand.

Slashing was all he had left.

"Go back, I'm hungry."

Withdrawing his gaze from the street lamp, Miyamoto Musashi was about to stride away from this remote and uninhabited street and return to the Tokugawa Prefecture that he was most familiar with here.