I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

In the end, Miyamoto Musashi had no choice but to take up the idea of ​​fighting for justice, and set his target on the rogues that would exist in any city.

In this regard, Miyamoto Musashi is also considered a skilled veteran, relying on his own advantages, he can gain something every time, and there is no air force at all.

Sure enough, after Miyamoto Musashi walked into the slums alone, he was immediately targeted by social idlers. They surrounded her in the alley in a dilemma like a pack of wolves hunting. Silly woman.

"Hey, Miss Samurai, aren't you afraid of being alone at this late hour? Do you want my brothers to accompany you?"

You don't need to look to know that this was said by a wretched-looking gangster, who was trying to get closer to Miyamoto Musashi while talking.

"Miss Samurai ~ Come out so late, is it because you are lonely?" The guy who seems to be the boss among the gangsters teased: "We are happy to help you, ahahahaha~~"

Miyamoto Musashi's ears were surrounded by the dirty words of the gangsters. It seemed that he had caught the fish he wanted, not just the guy he wanted to chat with.

'It's almost the same, kill all these guys... no!I almost forgot that in modern times, you can't kill casually, even if you are dealing with harmful garbage, otherwise you will be chased around by difficult officials, calling him some kind of insane murderer... that's fine. ! '

Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but think of what happened when she traveled to modern times for the first time, which was definitely the worst trip for her.

Isn't it just a single person who dismantled several groups? Isn't killing bullies and gangsters a noble act of justice?Why am I a bad person?

In the end, that trip became a complete cat-and-mouse game with the police, and she was in hiding until she was teleported away again.

'Forget it, just spare the lives of these social dregs.Just knock them all out and see how much loot you can find. '

Miyamoto Musashi rubbed his fingers impatiently, his pupils almost turned into the shape of coins, and wanted to make a fortune, and felt that these hooligans didn't look so hideous anymore, and they were all benevolent boys who gave money, It is the great kind person who came to rescue her from the sea of ​​poverty and suffering.

"Miss Samurai, I know a good bar, are you interested in having a drink or two? You can order anything you want~"

The gangster boss stretched out his hand to pull Miyamoto Musashi's arm as he spoke, obviously he didn't intend to give the little beauty a chance to refuse.

That bar is the territory of their gang. As long as they deceive people into it, what else do they want to do next?

'Eh?Have something to eat?So why don't you wait until you're full?Moreover, there must be more stolen money in the other party's lair. '

Just when Miyamoto Musashi was quite moved, he suddenly heard a voice from outside: "Hey, so you are here."

A boy with brown-red short hair squeezed in with his head held high, his hands full of heavy and bulging shopping bags. He looked like a high school student who was out shopping, but the gangsters standing in front of him were all without exception. The ground was knocked open.

"Didn't you agree to wait for me outside the market? Why did you come here without authorization?" He said to Miyamoto Musashi in a reproachful tone, and then bowed to the gangsters around him: "Everyone, I'm very sorry, I Your friends are causing you trouble."

Afterwards, Matou Shirou turned his head to Miyamoto Musashi, motioning for her to follow behind him, preparing to take the idiot who came here at night away.

'Someone will come to save me? '

Miyamoto Musashi was stunned for a moment, but he still followed suit.

'Well, although I don't really need my sister, I can't let down the good intentions of others... Speaking of which, this young man looks a little handsome, and seems to be my favorite type. '

However, how could the gang thugs who were about to get their wish just watched the cooked duck fly away, they reacted aggressively and surrounded them.

"What do you want, boy? Do you look down on us?"

'Hey, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Miyamoto Musashi sighed, ready to show his love for knives: "That's fine, but this young man with a sense of justice must be sent out safely first." '

The yellow-haired gangsters blocked Matou Shirou's path viciously, looking down at the boy who was a head shorter than them.

"Didn't you see that we are chatting vigorously with your friend? Do you have any discernment? You thin yellow-skinned monkey!"

"There is nothing we can do." Matou Shirou raised his chin and glanced at them coldly: "You all come together, I will go back in time to help the eldest lady cook."

Chapter 742 Illegal Rank 5K

Matou Shiro's contempt undoubtedly deeply hurt the self-esteem of the gang members.

This is not the reaction they want. What the gangster wants to see is that the other person is scared and trembling and begging for mercy, not fighting back.

In the past, they could scare others into running away with just a blink of an eye, and even take out their wallets obediently.

Then, the gangsters would laugh and surround each other, patting each other on the shoulder or on the face, praising Fat Sheep for his knowledge and humiliation.

They are the existence at the bottom of the society, they are the dregs who only dare to hide in the sewers. They usually show off their power in the slums to show their sense of existence, cover up their inferiority and incompetence by bullying others, and paralyze their brains with pornography and drugs.

Although they are young, they are destined to have no future. Anyway, they will either die in a firefight or be captured and spend a lifetime in prison.

"Stinky boy! You still dare to provoke me!? Well, then I will fulfill you, I will break your limbs, so that you will remember what you can do and what you can't do for the rest of your life... Heh! Do you want to be a hero and save the beauty before your hair is fully grown? Pooh!"

The gangster boss immediately took out the switchblade from his pocket, he was so angry that he no longer cared about the consequences, and only wanted Matou Shirou to pay the price in blood.

Seeing that the boss took out the guy, the rest of the gangsters also showed their weapons. Daggers, steel pipes, bricks, baseball bats, butterfly knives... are all common magic weapons in street fights, even if they are not as intimidating as guns , but any of them can easily kill someone.

Of course, these rags are not enough in the eyes of Matou Shirou, and he can easily pass the level without injury even with bare hands.

It's just that Matou Shirou's hands are now full of shopping bags, and the insides are still filled with precious ingredients. If he is not careful, he will be smashed to pieces, but the current situation does not allow him to put these things away. , not to mention that it is not easy to dodge in this narrow alley.

Therefore, how to win and protect what is in hand while being surrounded is the most challenging problem for Matou Shiro in this battle.

'Do you want to use magic?However, based on the principle of mystery and confidentiality, it is not easy to reveal the mystery in front of ordinary people. Once people accidentally see the scene of performing magic, the magician involved has the responsibility and obligation to clean up and solve the troubles by himself, otherwise he will be held accountable by the law and politics department. '

These rascals are easy to deal with, Matou Shirou can make them disappear without any psychological burden, and the Thames River is just a seat.

But what about the girl behind him?

My original intention was to save the other party, so I couldn't get rid of her after saving her.

Matou Shirou once again worried about his inability to hypnotize magic. Obviously this kind of thing only needs one magic to clear the memory, and there will not even be a conflict like this. No invasion and manipulation of spiritual magic.

'Hey, it seems that it's time to find a way to get a pair of magic eyes that have a hint of charm effect. Magic eyes can't be learned, but magic eyes can be used. '

Just when Matou Shirou tensed up, intending to end this meaningless conflict as soon as possible by relying solely on physical skills, there was a sudden soft sound of a sword being unsheathed behind him, and the sharp breath made Matou Shirou's hairs stand on end, and he tensed up. What followed was a soft and free-spirited but full of energy.

"Swordsman, join in!!"

In an instant, it seemed as if some beast had come out of the cage.

Swords and swords swept across the alley like fleeting shadows, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded one after another.

When Shirou Matou woke up from that amazing swordsmanship, arrogant gangsters were already lying on the ground.

In front of the boy, the unknown female warrior turned her back to him, with her left hand on her hip, and the long knife in her right hand was carried on her shoulder.

"Sword master? Or great sword master?"

Although it feels unbelievable, the sword intent that seemed to be able to touch the nine heavens just now was undoubtedly cut by this young woman.

"But... can such an amazingly talented swordsman really appear in this era? That's not something that can be achieved by just honing skills."

In order to make better use of projection magic, Matou Shiro has been involved in all aspects of the weapon, and he can be said to be proficient in all eighteen weapons.

Among them, in terms of kendo, he has visited famous dojos all over Japan, and has a lot of learning experience in various schools of kendo.

However, Matou Shirou has never met the swordsman.

Because kendo has gradually become lonely after modern times, and the ban on knives is a nail nailed to the coffin. The soil of the times has not been able to breed such shocking heroes, just as there is absolutely no poet who can match Li Du in modern times. .

It's not that there are no people with similar talents, but that the environment of this era does not need such people, which is why some people like to worship the past and derogate the present.

If we really want to talk about the probability of geniuses, modern times are definitely far higher than ancient times. After all, human beings now have a total population of more than 70 billion.

While Matou Shirou was thinking about social changes, Miyamoto Musashi, who had been posing handsomely for a long time, finally broke through and returned to his sand sculpture state.

"Ah, let me see what the harvest is like this time. I hope these people have the habit of carrying money with them, otherwise this trip will be a waste of work."

Putting the long knife back into the sheath, Miyamoto Musashi happily squatted down, and began to grope skillfully at the gangsters.

Finally, the quality of the fish in this net can only be described as fairly average.

Only the boss of the gangster has a dozen pounds in his wallet, and the rest of the guys have only a few pennies in their pockets.

On the contrary, there are many cigarettes, lighters and small pink plastic packages, but Miyamoto Musashi has no use for these things.

Although I don't know the purchasing power of the pound, Miyamoto Musashi thinks it should not be enough for her to eat a few meals, and her appetite is a little bit big.

However, the optimistic Miss Musashi is still very happy, after all, this is the first pot of gold she earned with her own hard work after coming here.

"It seems that I am meddling in my own business."

Seeing Miyamoto Musashi acting like this, Matou Shirou couldn't understand what the other party was planning to come here at night.

With the strength this guy just showed, let alone a few thugs, he could kill all the gangs in the slums with a single sword.

Of course, this is when firearms and other hot weapons are excluded, otherwise even elite magicians may be killed by ordinary people with modern weapons.

After stuffing the banknotes into his wallet, Miyamoto Musashi turned around and looked at Matou Shirou, with a cheerful and bright smile on his beautiful face.

"Young man, thank you just now! You dare to stand up in such a situation. It seems that you are a person with a sense of justice and chivalry."

Matou Shirou shook his head and said, "Actually, I didn't help much, and even if you don't make a move, you can still solve it."

"You can't say that." Miyamoto Musashi raised his face when he heard the words, pointed his fingers up and taught: "For people in crisis, it is a kind of help if someone can lend a helping hand, even if this kind of help It may not have worked, but the heart still counts and thanks.”

Miyamoto Musashi is undoubtedly a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate, and has a set of principles of conduct that she firmly believes in, which makes her such an awe-inspiring and charming female swordsman. People can't help but feel good about it.

"In that case, then I have the audacity to say thank you."

Matou Shirou felt that what the other party said was indeed reasonable, but there were still too few people who could think about things so clearly and honestly.

She is indeed a talented swordsman who has reached the realm of swordsman. Such a clear state of mind should be one of the reasons why she can achieve such achievements.

"Hey hey, that's right~"

Miyamoto Musashi laughed loudly, grabbed Matou Shirou's neck, and pinched the boy under his arm.

"Let's go! Let's go have a drink. I just made some ill-gotten wealth. It's only right to treat you to a meal."

"Wait!" Matou Shirou subconsciously struggled twice, and refused, "I have to go back and help Miss prepare dinner."

"Miss? Could it be that you are a servant of a rich family, young man? Oh, it is true that you can't delay your work at the master's house."

Miyamoto Musashi is also a reasonable person, upon hearing this, he let Matou Shiro go, and did not forcefully drag this pleasing young man to spend time and drink.

"It's a housekeeper, so it's different from a servant."

Matou Shirou moved his neck twice and looked helplessly at the smiling female swordsman. From the bottom of his heart, he couldn't hate the guy in front of him.

"Did you come here not long ago? Smuggled here? Because you don't have a legal identity, you came here to blackmail?"

"That's it!" Miyamoto Musashi nodded in response, feeling that ignoring some details is indeed not too different from this.

Matou Shirou nodded, thinking about how to provide some help to the wandering female swordsman.

At the very least, he can help solve the identity problem, and the clock tower has a lot of influence on the outside world.

After thinking about it, Matou Shirou began to ask for specific personal information: "What is your name?"

"Ah, name? Shinmen Musashi Mori Fujiwara Gennobu. But, it is more convenient to call Musashi directly."

"Shinmen Musashi Mori Fujiwara Gennobu... Isn't that Miyamoto Musashi!?" Matou Shirou reacted, his eyes widened.

"That's right, that's right!" Ms. Miyamoto proudly puffed up her chest, raised her head and said proudly, "I am that Musashi~"

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"So, you just brought her back?"

Suzuki Sakura looked at the young butler in front of her, and glanced at Miyamoto Musashi who was cooking like a starving ghost in the restaurant.

"It's delicious! It's delicious! I've never eaten such a delicious thing, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo So, I'm so moved to cry, dear Musashi..."

After being tortured by hunger for an unknown amount of time, Miyamoto Musashi finally ate a warm meal, and it was cooked by Shiro Matou, who has a MAX level of housekeeping ability. This feeling is no less than that of a traveler who is about to die of thirst in the desert. Came across an oasis where you can drink as much as you want.

Gobbling voraciously, raging in the wind, feasting...Miyamoto Musashi seems to be fighting a war. This is the ultimate showdown between her and food.

For a moment, Suzuki Sakura felt that some kind of fantasy in her heart as a Japanese was shattered. Is this really the strongest swordsman in ancient times?

In order to get confirmation, the girl couldn't help but look to the empty side, and Ainz Ooal Gown's voice reached her ears from there.

"Sakura, she is indeed a Servant, and she is indeed the swordsman from the Edo period, but she seems to be able to exist without a Master."

Due to the particularity of the Voyager class, Miyamoto Musashi has an unparalleled ability to act alone, and can independently absorb magic power from the atmosphere. In addition, when she fights, she mainly uses swords and swords. As long as she does not release the Noble Phantasm, the consumption level can be said to be considerable. low, completely negligible.

"I don't need a master? Is she a servant summoned by the Holy Grail? Is she a neutral and responsible supervision like Ruler?"

"Then I don't know." Ainz Urgon is not omniscient, and suggested: "Sakura, go and try to find out. It's best to win her into our camp, even if it fails, it doesn't matter. As long as she doesn't go to the other party's side."

"Grandpa, I understand." Suzuki Sakura nodded and said, "If Ms. Miyamoto has no intention of participating in the Holy Grail War, then invite her to play outside of London for seven days. To be on the safe side, I can ask Luvia Serene for this matter." Accompanying Miss Ta will definitely make her have a good time."

"Yes, your way of handling it is good." Anzi Urgong nodded in satisfaction, feeling that the submissive little girl back then has now become generous, mature and reliable, and one can't help but lament how time flies.

After a full meal, Miyamoto Musashi sat lazily on a chair with a toothpick in his mouth, with a serene smile on his face, and his right hand stroking his round belly, which made people feel uncomfortable. At a glance, it feels like seeing a happy mother leaning on the bed and waiting for delivery.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, filling the stomach with delicious food does make people feel happy, especially after going through the hardships of hunger.

"Miss Miyamoto, how is it? Did you enjoy your meal?"

Seeing that the legendary swordsman was full, Suzuki Sakura appeared in front of her, and pushed a glass of strawberry ice cream over while sitting down.

"If you can, let's have some dessert after dinner... I think this thing should be considered a rare item in the Edo period where Ms. Miyamoto lived."