I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 141 Taking Office in Yokosuka

dong dong dong.

The negotiation room suddenly fell into silence, and many analysts looked at each other in disbelief.

You know, the difference in thinking between ancient and modern people leads to too much uncertainty. They originally thought that they would face a troublesome negotiation next.

Unexpectedly, Miyamoto Musashi agreed to their deal so easily.

A tall, angular white officer slammed the table and roared in a low voice after hearing Miyamoto Musashi's reply.

"What are you still standing there for?! Hurry up and act!!"

The commander's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting the conference room hard, instantly bringing everyone's minds back to reality.

"Roger that!"

Everyone responded in unison, then quickly adjusted their state and prepared to enter the next stage of the talks.

The commander suppressed his inner ecstasy and turned his gaze to Miyamoto Musashi in the video again.

Previously, based on their analysis of Miyamoto Musashi's past, they decided to throw out the bait of "daimyo" first, trying to lure the other party into the hook.

I didn’t expect it to be so smooth!
Then, they used this bait to start the "fishing" operation.

Miyamoto Musashi still maintained his upright posture, patiently waiting for the other party's response.

In this moment of silence, he looked around curiously, his eyes passing over the two extraordinary soldiers kneeling on the ground and the various strange equipment densely spread in the room.

[These should all be equipment used for exercise! ]

He thought to himself.

Although many of the equipment were new to him, Miyamoto Musashi was no stranger to ways to keep fit.

After all, in ancient times, people already had ways of exercising, such as stone locks. Although these modern equipment are different from those in ancient times in terms of material and shape, their essence of muscle training has not changed.

Just as Miyamoto Musashi was thinking silently in his heart, the electronic sound in the room rang again, echoing throughout the space.

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, I believe you have noticed when you first woke up that the environment around you is completely different from the world you lived in back then. In fact, you are now in a world that is about 380 years after your lifetime."

The voice paused for a moment, and then added: "The Tokugawa Shogunate era is over..."

Miyamoto Musashi stood there in a daze, allowing the electronic sound to continue to instill knowledge of the new world into him.

"At present, we represent the most powerful country in the world!"

"Our country has a strong voice in Japan, so as long as we help, you can become a daimyo without any obstacles! Besides that..."

On the second floor of the laboratory, Colonel Basa and Ode were closely following the progress of the negotiations.

They saw that Miyamoto Musashi was almost completely immersed in the conversation, nodding from time to time, with an uncontrollable ecstasy on his face.

"Those guys in the negotiation room did a great job!" Colonel Basa praised. "It seems that we can reach a preliminary cooperation with the other party today!"

Ode nodded and added: "In fact, we may even be able to get the secret of possession from Miyamoto Musashi today."

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other and smiled, with a smug smile on their lips.

You know, this operation can almost be said to be initiated by them. If this achievement is handed over to the military high-ranking officials, their careers will undoubtedly be further advanced.

“We expect to be able to provide you with…”

“In our daily lives, we also…”

"Besides that, what you see here is our proud army! The ones flying in the sky are the latest fighter planes! You can think of them as birds that can throw large amounts of gunpowder in the air! They can be called killing machines on the battlefield!"

Sure enough, Miyamoto Musashi was watching the war video playing on the screen in front of him with great interest.

"very funny!"

【Nice!!!】

However, just when everyone thought everything was going well, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly leaned forward and assumed a bad posture.

This sudden change made everyone in the negotiation room and on the second floor of the laboratory feel uneasy.

According to the information, this posture is clearly a sign that the opponent is preparing to launch an attack!

"Weren't we having a good talk? How could this happen?"

Just when everyone was confused, Miyamoto Musashi slowly raised his head with a look of disdain on his face.

He turned his gaze to the microphone in the corner, as if trying to identify the other party's voice. After some confirmation, he slowly spoke.

"Thanks to you for finding such an excellent illusionist to perform such a drama in front of me. You also invited an Onmyoji to set up a barrier here. You really took great pains!"

At this point, he paused and changed the subject: "But, since your forces are so powerful, why can't you find a qualified warrior to fight me?"

"Do you think that such fancy illusions and barriers can make me trust your strength?"

Finally, he raised his voice.

"Show me some of your strength! Let me see your true abilities!"

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes widened, releasing a strong murderous aura. The two extraordinary people beside him immediately felt the murderous aura surging like a tide. Their body muscles stiffened instantly, as if they were restrained by an invisible force and could not move.

They watched Miyamoto Musashi tighten his sword again, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

Could it be that……

Before they could finish thinking, Miyamoto Musashi had already raised the long sword in his hand. Swish! Swish! A dazzling white light flashed, and the two extraordinary people were beheaded before they could even react.

thump! thump!
In the white room, two headless corpses slumped to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing everything around them red.

Miyamoto Musashi gently swung the long sword in his hand, and the blood on the sword drew a long mark on the ground.

He raised his head, his eyes sharp as torches, staring directly at Colonel Basa and the other two on the second floor of the laboratory, his tone full of disdain.

"You're not going to tell me that the most powerful country in the world only has these two unpresentable guys?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Miyamoto Musashi's face instantly turned into endless rage.

His eyes widened again, as if they were about to burst through their sockets, the veins on his face bulged, his pupils constricted, and his whole body was like a hungry tiger about to devour its prey, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's hearts tremble.

"Where are the real strong men in your faction?"

Colonel Basa's heart beat faster when he heard Miyamoto Musashi's roar.

The whole world has just begun to come into contact with supernatural powers, and they are able to extract supernatural serum from the flesh and blood of the earth spider, thanks to powerful technology and the joint efforts of scientists.

Do you want them to bring out a truly extraordinary strong man?
It's a bit difficult to say, the most powerful supernatural power they currently have is Kondo Retsu, whose body is occupied by Miyamoto Musashi...

[Where can I find extraordinary beings? ! ! ]

[And we also want to recruit the illusionist and onmyoji that the other party mentioned!] Then he thought of the terrifying strength of the other party in anger, which made him a little nervous.

He received an atheist education since childhood, and his belief in the church was more out of family and social needs rather than true inner identification.

To him, the church is nothing more than a business card to show to the outside world.

[Would it be better to truly embrace the church?]

How do I answer this?

Where is the negotiation room? Help!!!!

Just as Colonel Basa and everyone in the negotiation room were racking their brains for how to respond, Miyamoto Musashi seemed to have lost his patience.

I saw the long sword in his hand gently inserted into the scabbard.

With a click, Miyamoto Musashi's hand rested on the hilt of the sword again.

Although Colonel Basa had not professionally studied Japan's fighting culture, he immediately understood the opponent's next intention based on the standard moves displayed by the opponent in Neon Kendo.

Iai!

Also known as the sword-drawing slash, it is a skill with extremely high practical value and occupies a very high position in Japanese samurai culture.

It is widely praised for its high speed, high destructive power and one-hit-kill feature. It often appears in many anime works, and many characters use it as a special move.

Seeing Miyamoto Musashi's actions, Colonel Basa instantly understood the other party's intentions. He shouted loudly to the people next to him.

"Everyone, pay attention, get down quickly! The enemy is about to attack!"

After saying that, he took the lead and reached out to press the collars of Ode and Dr. John next to him, pulling them down.

Under the gravity of Colonel Basa, the three of them fell to the ground instantly.

The moment they touched the ground, a loud explosion suddenly sounded in the air, followed by a white light sweeping through the space like a raging wave.

The specially made tempered glass is as fragile as a piece of waste paper in the face of this force.

Tempered glass is a prestressed glass. In order to increase its strength during the production process, compressive stress is formed on the glass surface.

This compressive stress makes tempered glass have high impact resistance and bending strength, but it also makes tempered glass unable to undergo additional processing or cutting, and external forces will only destroy its internal stress balance.

At this moment, a crackling sound tore through the air, followed by a flash of white light that directly hit the tempered glass.

With a crackling sound, the glass received a huge impact force and instantly shattered into countless particles, scattering in the air.

And that blade light was even more unstoppable. It attacked the wall all the way and directly pierced through the ten-meter-thick experimental wall. It continued to move backwards, penetrating layer by layer.

In a laboratory far away, a researcher was humming a little tune, holding a test tube in his hand, carefully observing the color of the prepared serum inside under the light, his heart filled with joy of harvest.

"It seems that the speed of producing serum from the ingredients extracted from the earth spider's flesh is getting faster and faster. As long as the materials are sufficient, I believe it will be possible..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud roar in his ears, and then he saw that the test tube in his hand was cut in half from the top.

He was startled and quickly looked at the wall beside him, only to see a clearly visible wound on it. He swallowed nervously, and his extreme fear turned into intense anger.

"What kind of crazy tests are they doing over there in the lab? Don't they know they need to be more careful?"

"Wait! Where is my wig again?"

……

Colonel Basa, Ode and Dr. John lay close to the ground, allowing countless glass fragments to fall from the sky like raindrops and cover them.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, accompanied by a gust of rushing wind, and a pair of feet landed steadily in front of them.

The three of them looked up and saw the figure of Miyamoto Musashi suddenly coming into view. His legs were standing firmly and his face was intimidating without any anger.

Colonel Basa felt an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

A strong sense of crisis and murderous intent invaded his mind like ice, making it impossible for him to resolve his tension as easily as before.

At this moment, his mind was blank, with only one thought echoing over and over again.

"It's a big deal now!"

Miyamoto Musashi slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light.

A trace of despair appeared on Colonel Basa's face.

Under the opponent's attack, the possibility of escaping is very slim.

I'm sorry, I have to go first, my love!
Judy, Carla, Papa, Martha, Lulu...

However, just when Colonel Basa thought he could not escape, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stopped, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his foot and slowly turned to the side.

A trace of doubt arose in Colonel Basa's heart.

Suddenly, he noticed that Miyamoto Musashi's attention was attracted by the antique vase used as decoration on the side, and he kept looking at it.

This is……?
At this moment, an idea flashed through Colonel Basa's mind.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, in the cabinet on your left, if you can swing the knife upwards, I believe there will be an unexpected surprise inside!"

Miyamoto Musashi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the knife in his hand, and glanced at Colonel Basa. After a moment of silence, he seemed to think that this action was insignificant, so he did it.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, followed by a large amount of golden light.

Seeing Miyamoto Musashi's stunned expression, Colonel Basa felt like crying but couldn't even cry. He secretly wailed, "My bribe money!"

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, and the sadness on his face instantly turned into seriousness.

He continued while the iron was hot: "Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, please believe that we have extremely strong financial strength. These are just a gift for meeting you."

The air was silent for a moment.

"You are so generous. I believe that even if you use money, you will definitely make a name for yourself!"

Miyamoto Musashi weighed the heavy gold bar in his hand.

"What do you want from me?"

"The thing is, we invite you to go to an area east of Kamakura to provide guidance to the local army!" Colonel Basa explained quickly.

"Of course, it should be noted that the area has now been renamed and is different from its ancient name," he added.

"So, what is its current name?" Miyamoto Musashi asked.

"Yokosuka."

(End of this chapter)