Human account is forced to full level

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

Gavan said with a smile on his face.

......

at the same time.

In a mansion with a very large area.

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

His name is Tokugawa Mitsucheng, the No.13 head of the Tokugawa consortium, and also the founder and ruler of the Tokyo Dome underground arena.

People who know him usually call him old man.

Holding a short-stemmed pipe in his hand, he unconsciously knocked down the teacup placed in front of the cushion, and Tokugawa Mitsunai looked at the yellow-haired man in front of him expressionlessly.

If someone observes carefully at this time, they will find that there is still a dull look in his eyes for some reason.

Finally, he spoke.

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

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

That was a hundred years ago.

Although Miyamoto Musashi was from the Warring States Period 400 years ago, his resurrection was facilitated by himself, and the method was even more traceable through the method of cloning cells, but...

What is going on with this person in front of him?

"Mr. Purgatory Xingjulang, are you joking?"

Tokugawa Mitsucheng sneered: "Suddenly appearing in an unfamiliar square, and it has spanned a hundred years, science fiction does not dare to make it up like this, so don't tease me, a bad old man."

"So Tokugawa-san doesn't have a clue about this either?"

Sitting on the tatami, out of politeness, the Japanese sword was also untied and put aside, the energetic smile of Purgatory Kyojuro couldn't help dimming.

As Yan Zhu of the Ghost Killing Team, he still has duties that he must perform.

Slay all ghosts, protect the people, and the lord's entrustment and instructions...

Fists 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?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, it's normal for Mr. Miyamoto not to know, after all, this happened after your death."

Knocking on the teacup again with a short-handled pipe, Tokugawa Mitsucheng explained with a smile: "The Taisho Era is a period of time after the end of the Edo Era. At that time, the European War had just ended, and it was a relatively stable and precious period. Yes, though for a short time."

"Oh? Just after the Edo period."

After listening to the explanation, Miyamoto Musashi stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This is really a coincidence, after all, he died at the beginning of the Edo period, just a whole era later?

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

"Your Excellency Miyamoto Musashi, you can just call me Xingjurou." Purgatory Xingjurou smiled indifferently, "And I also mistakenly thought that you had the same name as the swordsman in 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 resounding!"

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

"Xing Julang, you can just call me Musashi from now on, then... let's compete as we agreed on the way here."

"and many more!"

At this time, Tokugawa Mitsusei, who was still thinking about whether there was a surname of purgatory in the history of the Taisho era, heard the word "competition", stood up quickly after a moment of stunned, and asked in a panic.

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

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

"Of course it's okay, just, just." Thinking of a possible Tokugawa Misunari, he subconsciously swallowed, and asked nervously, "For you, Mr. Purgatory with a long knife on his waist, has a chance to discuss with you?" Are you qualified?"

"Haha, of course. He is the strongest swordsman that I, Musashi, have ever encountered besides myself. His level surpasses all the swordsmen of the Warring States Period."

Miyamoto Musashi slowly revealed a positive smile.

"This kind of swordsman, if I don't learn from each other, my heart will be unbearable."

"Oh oh oh... Mr. Purgatory can get a swordsman who is unparalleled in the world, such an evaluation?!"

Immediately, Tokugawa Mitsunagi's heart rate began to rise abnormally in that old body, and sweat broke out on his forehead due to the intense excitement.

He likes, no, is eager to witness the battle between the strong.

For this reason, he spared no expense to build the world's largest and highest-level underground arena, and even violated international regulations, secretly planning the human cloning project and resurrecting Miyamoto Musashi who died 400 years ago.

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

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

What a blessing this is!

Breathing began to become rapid, and then suddenly froze.

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

Miyamoto Musashi asked frankly as if remembering something.

Because of the foul-like arm strength, an ordinary sword in his hand could not even withstand his full swing, and would directly break off from the handle.

Although he had already comprehended the realm of "no sword" in his later years, but to show his respect to a swordsman of the level of Purgatory Kyojuro, he still hoped to be able to hold a real sword first.

As for this, Tokugawa Mitsuari, who had witnessed the scene where the other party directly smashed the bamboo, after a slight silence, took a breath again, and said in a serious voice.

"No matter how desolate it is, this is the Tokugawa Mansion after all."

He clapped his hands vigorously.

"Garner, bring 'that' over here!"

"As ordered."

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

At the same time, his body was trembling uncontrollably, because the instincts he had acquired from practicing martial arts for many years, since the two men entered the room, they have been frantically sending him dangerous signals.

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

The feeling of horror is indescribable.

If he faced them, even if it was just one of them alone, as the captain of the Tokugawa House Guards, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.

This terrible feeling, the last time I felt it, was still from the so-called strongest creature on the ground——

Yujiro Fanma.

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

After Kano Hideaki swallowed, he gently closed the door.

......

5 minute 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 Mitsuari introduced to the two people in front of him, with a bit of can't wait in his eyes.

"Well, enough space."

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

National treasure - "National Tiger".

Grasp the handle of the knife and pull it out slightly, the cold light on the pattern of the knife is dazzling.

"Well, a good knife, it must be able to bear the strength of my swing."

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

"So, I've been waiting for a long time, Anjurou."

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

"On the way here, it's really presumptuous to ask for a discussion."

"No, it's very common to discuss this kind of thing in the ghost killing team, and after all, I have already agreed, and I will definitely take it seriously." Purgatory Xingshourou slightly shook his head.

Although I was still worried about how to go back, but now all these emotions have been restrained for the time being.

After all, absent-mindedly competing with others is an insult.

"Thank you, then, prepare to start directly."

Miyamoto Musashi relaxed the muscles of his whole body, and at some point he was slowly approaching the opponent at a very slow speed, and his hands were naturally drooping.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Tokugawa, please stand a little farther away, after all..."

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

The crisp sound of the knife echoed endlessly throughout the dojo.

"Chong--!"

A strand of yellow hair fell down, with dark red tips, and slowly fell on the smooth wooden floor.

"This sparring might be a little dangerous."

Chapter 150 Six: Unsettled and Weird Night

There is a dark night sky overhead, because the city is brightly lit, but it is impossible to see the brilliant stars in the sky like in the past.

There is only one full moon, and it has always hung high in the starry sky throughout the ages.

To the earth below, swaying the bright moonlight.

On a certain remote street, a burly man in black cloth clothes passed by alone quietly, wearing straw sandals on his feet that were incompatible with his modern attire.

Miyamoto Musashi looked up at the street lamp that seemed to be a bit broken, and was constantly flashing, with a blank expression, as if he was thinking about something, or just in a daze.

For him today, too many things really happened.

Try to understand this strange era, and meet a strong man who can easily defeat the unparalleled self.

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

This made even his rock-solid consciousness feel lingering confusion for a while.

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

But this did not bring him peace of mind, on the contrary, his heart became much more irritable.

Because of the strange eyes of those people around, all hinting that I am "different" from them, and there is a deep generation gap that is out of place.

In this day and age, he is redundant "heterogeneous".

"..."

Looking up at the strange "candle lamp" flickering and extinguishing, he couldn't understand just this.

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, this sad look is not like him now.

Even an indescribable sense of loneliness has begun to erode his heart moment by moment.

But he can still bear it, because for him, as long as he is accompanied by a "sword" in his hand.

Slash is already the only thing left of him.

"Go back, I'm hungry."

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