I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 140 Military Recruitment

The strong white light pouring down from the top of the white house cast mottled shadows on Kondo Rei's face, making his expression look unpredictable.

His eyes fell on the two swords in front of him. At this moment, countless fragments of memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

In these memories that come one after another, each scene is like old film in a projector.

The screen keeps sliding by.

Just as Kondo Retsu was reminiscing.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed in the middle.

A sharp samurai sword divides the picture into two.

Then, a figure holding a knife appeared.

Miyamoto Musashi's leopard eyes, which Kondo Rei would never forget, came into view. A cold smile appeared on the other party's lips. He quickly put the knife back into the sheath, then turned around and walked firmly into the depths of the darkness, as if calling silently.

【Are you thirsty for power? Then follow me! 】

Kondo Retsu stared at the figure gradually disappearing into the darkness in his mind, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Power, authority, money!" he shouted in his heart, "I have nothing, so who am I to be picky?"

Thinking of this, Kondo Rei finally cleared his mind and slowly opened his eyes.

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High up in the laboratory, the trio stared intently at Kondo Rei below. They saw him standing in front of his two swords, an uncertain expression on his face, and he had difficulty taking the next step.

Colonel Basa was quite embarrassed by Kondo Rei's indecision. You know, this was the first time he had personally recruited a target, but he did not expect to encounter such an embarrassing situation in front of everyone.

Looking back on the confident assurances I had given to the top management, saying that Kondo Rei would obey them like a dog, it now seems so ironic.

"Is this guy really scared and backed down?" Dr. John on the side couldn't help but question.

"Colonel Basa, it seems that you made a big mistake when investigating this guy's background and character!" On the other side, Ode also joined in the teasing.

After hearing this, although Colonel Basa still maintained an indifferent look on the surface, he felt a little out of control deep down in his heart.

"After all, he was completely defenseless last time and was possessed by Miyamoto Musashi. It's understandable that he's a little scared now."

Colonel Basa explained in a casual manner.

Although Colonel Bassa and Odd were present to witness when Kondo Retsu first expressed his willingness to surrender, Kondo Retsu made all subsequent arrangements directly with Colonel Bassa.

"What on earth is this guy still hesitating about..."

When Colonel Barca was about to adopt the backup plan, Odd's face suddenly showed interest and said, "Okay, no need to wait any longer. This guy's psychological construction is probably finally over!"

Hearing this, Colonel Basa quickly restrained the expression on his face and looked down again.

Sure enough, Kondo Rei took a step forward without hesitation. He shook his wrist and his sleeves slid upwards. Then, with a "swish", he quickly placed his hands on the handles of the two swords.

The moment he held the knife, Kondo Rei's body trembled slightly, and then he gently placed the two swords on both sides of his body, holding them easily, leaning forward slightly, and posing an extremely relaxed posture.

"Is this...preparation work?"

Ode couldn't help but speak. Looking at Kondo Rei who seemed motionless below, he couldn't help but feel curious.

Just as he put his hands on the window and looked down, Kondo Rei suddenly raised his head.

At this moment, his eyes were completely different from his usual arrogant look. They were like a pool of stagnant water, calm and peaceful.

However, it was this pair of simple and calm eyes that released a deadly sense of oppression, like a beast on the hunt.

Odd's eyes widened! He knew this look! He had seen this look in the eyes of a legendary hunter in the tribe on the grassland.

The other party's eyes were not cold and indifferent, but he had already regarded fighting as a daily routine!!!

When Colonel Basa saw the same expression as the one at the entrance of the Tokyo National Museum that day, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and then the joy quickly expanded and turned into endless madness.

"Here he comes!" Colonel Basa shouted excitedly.

The scene changed, and Kondo Retsu had already fully positioned his double swords in a position to attack at any time.

Just by looking at his standing posture, the three of them felt a strong aura coming towards them, as if they were being stared at by a vicious tiger. They seemed to be strangled by the invisible aura, and they suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Colonel Basa and Ode had undergone rigorous military training and had relatively good psychological qualities, so they quickly adjusted themselves after just a slight shock.

However, Dr. John on the side felt completely different. He felt his legs and feet go weak and he collapsed to the ground with a thump.

"Monster! It's simply a monster! Is that kind of oppression something that a human can really release?"

Colonel Basa exclaimed, completely ignoring Dr. John who was lying on the ground and holding his back with his hands to prevent further falling. He just stared at Kondo Rei in front of him, his eyes filled with endless admiration for the strong.

His lips slowly opened, and he spoke out the true identity of the man in front of him word by word.

"This is the legendary swordsman Miyamoto Musashi!"

Kondo Rei, no, the one standing in front of them now is Miyamoto Musashi!
Miyamoto Musashi quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, and then his sharp eyes turned to the trio in the glass above.

"What a bunch of guys who are worthless to hunt! Even if I defeat you, I won't gain any fame!"

[Just like a stray dog ​​on the roadside! ]

This thought flashed through Miyamoto Musashi's mind, and then he wrinkled his nose slightly, as if catching a breath of air.

This breath touched a nerve in his body, causing him to involuntarily feel excited.

A look of interest gradually emerged in the corner of his eyes, and then he leisurely placed his hand on the long sword at his side.

With a "swish" sound, before everyone could react, he suddenly burst out from a static state and instantly rushed to the wall in front of him like a cheetah.

Touch the knife!

Take action!!!

The alloy wall, which was several meters thick in diameter, was like a piece of white paper in front of Miyamoto Musashi.

He gently lifted his foot and pushed forward. A perfect triangular "building block" appeared directly on the alloy wall. It was pushed forward by his strength, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

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In the training room, the first three people who received the extraordinary serum injection were attracted by the sudden sound. They turned their eyes to the source of the sound, curiosity written all over their faces.

"What the hell? I seemed to hear the sound of the wall being knocked open!"

"That's impossible! That's an integrated high-grade alloy wall. Even a missile can hardly penetrate it!"

"Is this a new round of tests prepared for us by the official military?"

At this moment, a look of excitement appeared on the face of a black extraordinary experimental subject.

During this time, he was really fed up with spending time with those sandbags.

As one of the first subjects selected for extraordinary experiments, he benefited from the advantages of his race and had outstanding physical fitness. His innate strength made him more outstanding than his companions.

You know, black people mainly live in Africa, where the natural conditions are rich but primitive. In this environment, the ancestors of black people gradually developed excellent physical qualities in order to survive and reproduce.

In contrast, during the evolution process, yellow and white races relied more on intelligence and creativity to adapt to the environment.

The continuous victories and strength increases during training have made the black extraordinary experimental subject begin to feel a little inflated.

When he heard his companions guess that this might be a new challenge sent by the authorities, he felt the blood in his body begin to boil.

He has long been eager to have a fist-to-fist fight with some truly interesting and powerful opponents!
"Listen carefully, the sound is getting closer!"

With a loud bang, the precisely cut triangular wall collapsed in the smoke and dust, leaning forward.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the figure of the Japanese man they had encountered before suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The black extraordinary experimental subject stared at the other party who walked out of the wall, feeling surprised.

But then he remembered that the other party was an experimenter with extraordinary blood type just like them.

[It seems that the authorities wanted to test our strength, so they let the other party come here! ]

[Very good, let me teach them a lesson and let everyone know that I am the most powerful extraordinary person in the military! ]

Thinking of this, the black extraordinary experimental subject twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

He then put his hands together in front of his chest and squeezed them gently. There was a sound like frying beans between his knuckles, and the power in his body was ready to be unleashed.

He strode forward and said, "Hey, you are with us..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly noticed the other person's eyes.

At that moment, he felt as if his body was paralyzed, like a frog being stared at by a snake, unable to move.

After becoming a superhuman, his ability to sense danger improved significantly. At this moment, the strong sense of oppression coming from the other party made him swallow the second half of his sentence.

"Not good intentions……"

Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed in his vision.

Then, the Japanese man in front of him let his arms hang naturally, his movements casual.

【What did the other party do? 】

The black man was confused and suddenly felt his vision blurring, with sleepiness coming over him like a tide.

[What's going on? Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden? Have I not eaten enough bananas recently? ]

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

During the collision with the ground, his head suddenly fell off and rolled forward.

"Zira"

Suddenly, a foot stretched out quickly and stopped the rolling head steadily.

"waste!"

A look of displeasure appeared on Miyamoto Musashi's face, and then he pulled his foot back and kicked forward fiercely!
"Whoosh!!!"

The air seemed to be squeezed, making a sharp sound.

"boom!"

The head passed quickly between the remaining two people like a football, and then penetrated several practice sandbags, and finally fell into the trash can behind.

The two artificial superhumans just stood there in a daze, their eyes full of disbelief.

【What? What just happened? ! ! 】

Then he noticed the headless body of his companion on the ground, and his heart began to beat violently.

[Is this guy really one of our experimental staff? This is really...]

A hint of satisfaction appeared on Miyamoto Musashi's face, and his joyful words echoed in the empty room.

"I didn't expect my Cuju skills to be quite good!"

Then, as if thinking of the opponent's strength, the expression on Miyamoto Musashi's face changed extremely quickly, and instantly turned into an unhappy look.

"You obviously have very good skills, but you are so vulnerable in a fight! It's really unpleasant!" he said coldly.

Then, he turned his gaze to the other two people. After exchanging glances with them, the two men fell to their knees without hesitation.

[Don’t look at me, don’t look at me…]

They had witnessed with their own eyes how cruel Miyamoto Musashi was before. He ruthlessly cut their companions in half and kicked their heads like a ball!

"Boring, not even worth killing!"

Just as Miyamoto Musashi was about to leave with a bored look on his face, suddenly, a specially adjusted electronic sound came from the loudspeaker on the wall.

"Hello, I've heard a lot about your name, Mr. Miyamoto Musashi!" an electronic voice sounded.

Miyamoto Musashi listened to the electronic sound coming from the corner, a cold expression appeared on his face. Then he tapped his temple lightly with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Don't you dare to face it head on? You are such a shady rat!"

However, just as the expression on his face was about to fade and he was about to leave with a bored look on his face, the electronic voice suddenly changed its strategy, and a sentence made Miyamoto Musashi's departing figure suddenly stop.

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, are you interested in the position of daimyo?"

The Japanese daimyo was a position in the feudal era, and his status was equivalent to that of a Chinese prince or a Western lord.

As vassals of the Shogun, they were given the important task of ruling a certain area of ​​Japan.

Miyamoto Musashi's pursuit during his lifetime was to become a "small lord" under a daimyo.

Seeing Miyamoto Musashi stop, Colonel Basa quickly exchanged glances with Ode beside him, and a look of excitement that was hard to conceal instantly appeared on his face.

【The plan works!!!】

Miyamoto Musashi's desire for power was just as they expected!
Using the tempting title of "daimyo" as bait, they successfully lured Miyamoto Musashi into the trap.

As for how to grant this prestigious title, they already had a plan in mind.

"An empty shell name is still a name!"

"Anyway, the other party is just a swordsman. For these martial arts schools, as long as they are given nominal benefits, it will be enough to satisfy them."

They have seen many people like this, and they are all like this.

What if the other party really shows more value?
Then let my good son pay a little more~
Miyamoto Musashi looked up at the second floor, and his eyes instantly met with Colonel Basa's.

The corners of his mouth rose, his eyes revealed a playful look, and he slowly said: "I killed your warriors, didn't I?"

"I remember that when I woke up for the first time, I killed hundreds of your foot soldiers. This is the second time, and I still killed one of your high-ranking warriors."

Having said that, Miyamoto Musashi's face showed an even more interested look and he continued.

"Even so, will you choose to swallow your anger and keep silent?"

The electronic sound from the e-cigarette responded without hesitation.

"A warrior is supposed to climb up amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Life and death are determined by fate!"

"Since you have demonstrated yourself through your own hard power, we will naturally be convinced and express our sincere admiration for your strength!"

"In other words, it is precisely because of your powerful military strength that we truly value you and believe that you are qualified for a higher position!"

"The strong should naturally match the status they deserve!!!"

After hearing these words in the electronic voice, Miyamoto Musashi felt extremely refreshed, as if he had eaten ice cubes in the dog days of summer.

You should know that during his lifetime, he became famous for his martial arts and his battle with Sasaki Kojiro.

However, because he was politically inclined towards Toyotomi Hideyoshi, he was not valued by the heads of the Hosokawa and Kuroda families.

At this time, is there anyone willing to push him to the position of daimyo because of his military prowess?

Regardless of whether the other party is real or fake, this is really what he wants!

The purpose of his practicing martial arts was to become an official and a superior person, and enjoy everything that comes with power and status!
"I'll give you half an incense stick of time!"

(End of this chapter)