Human account is forced to full level

"......hiss."

at the same time.

in a certain square.

In the venue that was originally crowded with crowds, a large open space was vacated at some point.

The passers-by who stopped here formed a human wall of people eating melons, standing on the edge of the open space, watching the picture in the center of the field, and discussing each other.

There are also many people who are taking photos or recording videos with their mobile phones. They don't know whether they want to use them as evidence of a crime, or they just want to post them on the Internet to gain attention and popularity.

"That strange man with bare feet, is he a gangster? He has a burly figure and a terrible face."

"Look, those are scars, right? And they don't look like they were caused by accidents, but more like...he was cut out by a sword."

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

"That's true, but..."

A middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap swallowed slightly, and said softly to the people around him.

"The police have come in several waves."

At this time, in the center of the field.

More than twenty strong men in police uniforms were lying on the ground in embarrassment. Some of them had lost consciousness, and some of them were covering some part of their bodies, 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 hadn't suffered any injuries was sitting on the ground weakly, swallowing his saliva and staring at the knife in his hand, not daring to move.

As for this, Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly, he didn't care about the inexplicable person in front of him who wanted to grab him, but turned his head to look at the strong man who grabbed his wrist, and asked inexplicably.

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

Chapter 140 Seven: The Misfit

5 minutes ago.

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

The hands hang down naturally, in the posture of holding a sword, the strong leg muscles are tense, but the knees are in an abnormally relaxed state.

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

Just at the first glance, he judged that the level of swordsmanship of the person in front of him was above all the sword masters he had ever met, which could be said to be the only one he had ever seen in his life.

He's quite a strong man.

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

He couldn't help but chop it off!

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

Turning slightly to one side, subconsciously placed his hand on the handle of the sun wheel, but did not intend to pull it out.

Purgatory Xingshoulang glanced at his strand of long hair that had been cut off by something, and felt a little surprised in his heart.

Just now that was... slash?

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

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

After all, he couldn't hold back and slashed out an invisible blade as a test, but was easily dodged by the opponent's movements very naturally.

Miyamoto Musashi let go of the posture of holding the sword empty-handed, and looked at the man in front of him, his slightly widened eyes seemed to see a vision of a purgatory fire.

What a sight.

"If such a strong person does not take the initiative to report his life, it would be a little rude."

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

"My name is Miyamoto Musashi."

Hearing this name, he was also stunned for a moment by the purgatory Xingjurou who was confirming through the breathing method whether he was under the illusion of the blood ghost technique.

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

The unparalleled man in the Warring States Period.

However, the history of the Demon Slayer Squad was also somewhat different from the outside records. He was evaluated as a lucky person who never encountered evil spirits or used "swordsman" in his life, and died in bed.

It should be the same name, right?

Purgatory Xingshourou, who was thinking like this, responded with a smile: "Hello, my name is Purgatory Xingshoulang, and I am a ghost hunter."

He very naturally uttered words that should not be uttered in front of ordinary people, frankly even a little frankly.

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, and I used to call myself a hungry ghost, which is really inferior."

He looked at the swordsman who was much younger than himself, and couldn't help but compare himself with himself in this age group.

And at this moment, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind.

"Well, can I interrupt you?"

In this regard, Miyamoto Musashi, who had already noticed the approaching aura behind him, turned his head silently, and looked at the two strange men in front of him who were dressed a bit like courtyard guards, one was strong and the other was slightly fat, with doubts and inquiries in his eyes.

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

"......You are?"

This unexpected reaction caused the two policemen to look at each other in blank dismay, and then took out their own documents tentatively.

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

"Policemen?"

Miyamoto Musashi repeated the vocabulary that he first came into contact with, and his heart became a little more confused.

And this reaction also made the two policemen who received the notification from the masses frown.

The man standing a little ahead glanced at the other person's shoeless feet and the civilian clothes that were obviously not in the same style as modern attire.

This guy is weird.

He glanced at the man in the flame feather weaving, the long crimson yellow hair at the tip, and the long knife at his waist were obviously not modern clothes.

But looking at the other party's open and frank demeanor, and seeming to stop and watch the excitement here curiously, he didn't 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: "Excuse me, can I show you your ID card first?"

"...Does it mean something like a letter of introduction?" Miyamoto Musashi replied blankly, "No."

This 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, who no longer had a smile on his face, said slowly.

I understand this question.

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

"Musashi Miyamoto, born on X, X, [-], as for his address..." He paused, not knowing what to say, "Because I came here recently... .”

"Have you taken any illegal drugs recently?"

The faces of the two policemen were somber, and they no longer wanted to listen to each other's nonsense, they walked over silently apart.

"Illegal?" Miyamoto Musashi was puzzled again, "Illegal drugs, what are they?"

"Please let me check."

Frowning tightly, the strong policeman reached out and wanted to grab the other man's skirt to check if he was carrying something similar to white powder, but because the other party turned slightly sideways, he grabbed nothing.

This made him stunned for a moment.

"...What's the matter?" The strong policeman asked blankly.

"You are very suspicious." The chubby policeman who had already made a detour behind the other party said in the same solemn voice.

But the next moment.

"boom--"

Withdrawing the knife in his hand, Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly as he glanced at the two policemen who fell unconscious on the ground.

"baffling."

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

"Sorry, Purgatory Kyojuro, for letting two weirdos interrupt our conversation."

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

When he said this, his eyes even sparkled a little.

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

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

He is the one who stands on the strongest peak, how can he feel threatened from others?

But now there is.

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

The creatures that the opponent had killed were not less than his own, or even a little bit more.

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

However, Purgatory Xingshoulang didn't pay any attention to him.

The warm smile that was always on his face on weekdays, but now the corners of his mouth were lowered a little.

He looked at the two men who fell on the ground, and the attitude of the man in front of him to knocking down others for granted.

Slightly silent.

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

The two policemen who fell on the ground made them show dull expressions.

Is this...assaulting the police?

"What's wrong? Suddenly stopped talking?"

Ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, Miyamoto Musashi, who still did not see the other party's reply after waiting for a while, couldn't help but wondered.

As for Purgatory Xingshourou, he had already observed the situation of the two people on the ground with his eyes, and he was not seriously injured, nor did he suffer any injuries, but was stunned by just the right amount of force.

The slight looseness of the frown.

The swordsman in front of him still has a sense of proportion.

"Miyamoto Musashikaku..."

"That man in commoner clothes, put your hands on your head and squat down immediately!"

At this time, there was a sudden explosion in the distance.

More than [-] men dressed in the same clothes as the two on the ground were running here from all directions, each holding a dark "short stick" in their hands.

"Don't resist and put your hands where we can see them!"

Seeing this, passers-by who had already started to stop and watch, also stepped out of the way one after another, and took out their mobile phones to take a video.

And the policeman who ran the fastest had already arrived in front of Miyamoto Musashi. Seeing that the other party had no intention of giving up resistance and following suit, he continued to rush forward and directly grabbed him, wanting to subdue the other party preemptively.

Results the next moment.

A whirlwind.

"Oh!"

Ignoring the fainted guy on the ground, Miyamoto Musashi counted the number of people coming to him without changing his expression: "I'm sorry, Purgatory Anjurou, just wait for me a little longer, and I'll be fine soon."

As he spoke, a baton was swung at him violently.