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Chapter 171: Musashi Road! A grand series!

"Wait a minute, why is Miyamoto Musashi here?"

Minister Miki of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau couldn't help but blurt out when he saw the sudden figure on the screen.

This was his second encounter with Miyamoto Musashi.

The last time I remember seeing him was in front of the museum, when Miyamoto Musashi launched a dimensionality reduction attack on the armed police force.

After that incident, Miyamoto Musashi disappeared from the face of the earth, and everyone thought that his soul had returned to the underworld.

After that, they also tried to send people to grasp Miyamoto Musashi's double swords in the hope of awakening his soul, but it was in vain.

Therefore, when the American military intended to take the two swords, they agreed without any obstruction.

Indeed, even if they oppose, they can only compromise in the face of power.

"No matter how powerful Amelica is, she can only pick up the leftovers from our experiments!"

Such thoughts can at least give them a little comfort and make them feel a little better.

However, now you are telling me that Miyamoto Musashi has reappeared?
"Onikiri is Sasaki Kojiro?!!"

The priest waved his fan, hiding his face, and confided to Minister Miki.

"If the ancients can also reincarnate as monsters, then there may be more big guys in the dark than we think."

In an instant, Minister Miki's expression became extremely solemn.

Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro are both top swordsmen of their generation. We have to mention the duel between the two on Ganryu Island, which was hailed as "the best in the world"!

Both history and literature are flourishing!
Historians are deeply interested in this duel and regard it as an extremely important subject of study.

Literary creators have used this as a source of inspiration and have continuously expanded the story framework, making the reputation of the two swordsmen reach an unprecedented height in history.

"But if it was Sasaki Kojiro, why did he become a monster?"

When the crowd below began to whisper, the priest narrowed his eyes slightly, and the voice came slowly through the fan.

"I have a guess, which may not be completely accurate. After the duel on Ganliu Island, everyone knew the result, which was that Sasaki Kojiro died in the battle and Miyamoto Musashi won."

"However, is there another possibility that Sasaki Kojiro was abducted by a monster after his death and successfully reincarnated through some mysterious ritual?"

When Minister Miki heard this, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

After all, although this kind of thing seems incredible, considering that even Miyamoto Musashi once stored his soul in his two swords, waiting for an opportunity to reincarnate, how can Sasaki Kojiro, who is as powerful as Miyamoto Musashi, conclude that he cannot succeed?

"Well, if that's the case, then the appearance of Sasaki Kojiro is indeed reasonable. Besides, no one knows him better than Miyamoto Musashi!"

Minister Miki rested his chin on his hand, staring at the two people confronting each other, thinking secretly in his heart.

Although in his opinion, the two men were just standing there quietly without moving at all, but considering their extraordinary sword skills, Minister Miki understood in his heart.

[There must be a deep meaning behind Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro's actions! ]

[Perhaps I have simulated this fight hundreds or thousands of times in my mind! ]

Thinking of this, Minister Miki turned his attention back to the scene and said in a deep voice.

"At least, during the time when Bai Long needs time to eliminate the Great Mage, if someone can intercept Gui Qi here, it will be of great benefit to our situation!"

After saying that, Minister Miki stood up, walked slowly towards the crowd, looked up at General Miyamoto Musashi who was ready to go, and expressed his concerns that he had not yet spoken.

[The only question is, can Miyamoto Musashi intercept Onikiri for a long time? ]

Recalling the scene in front of the museum, the moment Miyamoto Musashi drew his sword and knocked down a team of armed police officers like mowing grass is still vivid in my mind.

However, Sasaki Kojiro's memory was a figure emerging and taking off from the spot, performing Qinggong, leaping hundreds of meters into the air, sweeping away the armed helicopter!

I feel this is even more exaggerated!

Minister Miki's brows were furrowed, and the last drop of sweat slowly slid down his forehead. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to suppress his inner anxiety, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

"Miyamoto Musashi, who has just been resurrected, is facing off against Sasaki Kojiro, who has been reincarnated as a monster. Is this comparison of strength too harsh on Miyamoto Musashi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly split into two, and the figure of Colonel Basa appeared.

"Don't say that, Miyamoto Musashi is incredibly strong right now!"

Colonel Basa was outspoken and made no effort to hide the fact that he was eavesdropping.

Minister Miki looked at Colonel Basa on the screen and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

[America is really becoming less and less self-conscious! ]

[Our system is almost being pierced like a sieve! ]

However, Minister Miki still tried to maintain a harmonious atmosphere on the surface.

He was about to change the subject and try to find out the reason behind it from Colonel Basa, but suddenly he noticed flames rising into the sky behind Colonel Basa.

A fighter jet exhibit fell to the ground like an angel with broken wings, sparks flying.

In addition, countless scrap metals were scattered on the ground, and only by intuition could one barely identify that these were probably the wreckage of artillery, gun barrels and vehicles.

A large number of fire trucks shuttled back and forth, and the sound of "Ula Ula" echoed through the sky.

On the ground, countless soldiers were shouting in thick accents, communicating with their comrades beside them.

[Is this the Yokosuka base? Good fellow, you have come to this day! ]

Colonel Basa's face was tense, his eyes swept across the chaotic scene behind him, and he sighed helplessly.

"As you can see, these are all Mr. Miyamoto Musashi's 'masterpieces'!"

Minister Miki couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is going on? Why did Miyamoto Musashi appear in modern times? What did you do to him?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of displeasure flashed across Colonel Basa's face, and he laughed sarcastically.

"Do I have any obligation to explain this to you?"

"..."

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing through Minister Miki's psychological defenses.

However, in the next second, Colonel Basa suddenly stopped smiling and replaced it with a helpless expression.

"In fact, the matter is not very complicated," he said slowly, "If you go and investigate, you will definitely find out the truth. So, I might as well tell you openly!"

"Long long ago!"

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"Dr. John, how is the progress? Have you successfully completed the creation of Miyamoto Musashi's body?"

"Don't worry, the body I prepared for Master Miyamoto Musashi this time is definitely much better than his physical condition when he was alive!" Dr. John said confidently, "You know, this body was carefully cultivated by me using the precious body tissue of the Tsuchigumo spider!"

As he spoke, a hint of pride appeared on Dr. John's face.

As a leader in the field of biology, his ability to utilize the flesh of monsters in such a short period of time is undoubtedly a remarkable achievement.

[The perfect combination of biology and mysticism! ]

【As expected of me! 】

【After returning to China, we started the experiment of artificial Spider-Man! 】

In the laboratory, a culture tank is filled with a light green nutrient solution.

On the medical bed next to him, lay a sturdy man.

A researcher had just removed the wet towel from his chest. It was not difficult to guess that this man had just been pulled out of the nutrient solution.

His chest rose and fell, proving that he was not a corpse.

"The only pity is that the other party's consciousness has not yet fully recovered!"

Upon hearing this, Colonel Basa clapped his hands and ordered, "Bring that thing up."

Then, a researcher slowly presented a black box in his hand with a brilliant look.

A pair of long knives were carefully taken out and placed at the man's side.

"Why aren't you okay yet?" Dr. John frowned, staring at the naked man in front of him who was holding a sword in his hand.

"Could it be that this body cannot bear it..."

His words were cut short as the man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and looked around quickly.

Those extremely aggressive leopard eyes made everyone present couldn't help but step back.

"Have you found a suitable body?"

Colonel Basa saw this and lightly tapped his finger. The researcher immediately understood and pushed a full-length mirror in front of the man with a creaking sound.

"Oh my God! Mr. Musashi, what are you doing?"

Dr. John couldn't help but cover his eyes with his arms, not daring to look at the scene that followed.

Miyamoto Musashi was seen putting his fingers and palms on his face, and then, a sizzling sound was heard, and his face began to peel off the skin and bones, leaving a bloody mess!
Barabara!

Pieces of skin began to fall down.

Not long after, Miyamoto Musashi finally slowly moved his hand away from his face.

Then, everyone saw that the wound on his face began to heal slowly!
[Is this the ability of Tsuchigumo?] Thinking of the inheritance phenomenon, Dr. John's heart beat faster!
[Another research topic! ]

Miyamoto Musashi looked at himself in the full-length mirror with dull eyes, and finally a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, this is my face!" he murmured to himself.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Colonel Basa was the first to react. He looked at the many researchers around him who were completely stunned and didn't know what to do.

I still have to do it myself!

Then Colonel Basa waved forward with a smile on his face.

"Welcome to the modern era! Mr. Miyamoto Musashi!"

...Crash!

The sound of running water echoed in the ancient Japanese-style room. Miyamoto Musashi sat steadily at the long table, while two girls with graceful figures and outstanding looks were carefully pouring fine wine for him.

Gudong!

Miyamoto Musashi took a light sniff of the sake in his hand, then suddenly raised his neck and drank the sake in one gulp, his movements being a little rough.

"As expected of Lord Miyamoto Musashi, the way he drinks is so carefree and unrestrained!"

"It's heroic for a man to drink like this!"

The girls on both sides exclaimed in admiration. However, Miyamoto Musashi stared at the wine glass in his hand, as if he was lost in thought.

With a click, he placed the wine glass on the table, leaving a slight dent in the tabletop.

Then, Miyamoto Musashi turned to look at Colonel Basa and Odd beside him and asked, "How long have I been here?"

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, it's been about a month."

Colonel Basa replied, noticing that Miyamoto Musashi's expression was still somewhat complicated.

"Are you dissatisfied with your current life?" Colonel Basa asked with concern.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if he was weighing his words.

Colonel Basa and Ode looked at each other, then immediately sat up straight, waiting for his answer.

About a few minutes passed.

"If you compare me to a daimyo, who is richer and more powerful?"

"Of course it is you! Even if you were a great name in the past, you still had to bow down to the emperor. But with Amelica as your backing, you can make the emperor follow you everywhere, come when you call, and go when you send!"

"As for wanton enjoyment, who is better, me or the daimyo?"

"Of course it is you. The ancient daimyo was limited by the times. Even if they had tremendous power, they could not compare with modern luxury. The wine you drink and the meat you eat are all enjoyments that the daimyo can never achieve in his lifetime!"

Having said this, Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the two of them.

"Then you know what? My knife has become dull!"

"But apart from eating and resting, aren't you immersed in swordsmanship every day and night?"

Miyamoto Musashi shook his head slowly.

"You won't understand! It is my desire for power and money that keeps me swinging the sword in my hand!"

"But now," Miyamoto Musashi raised the wine glass in his hand again, shook it slowly and smelled the faint aroma floating in the wine.

"I seem to have obtained everything I wanted in my life!"

"So the world of the daimyo is so dull and boring?"

Then, Miyamoto Musashi slowly exerted force with his hands and crushed the wine glass into pieces.

With a "pa" sound, the wine dripped slowly down his palm, and the fragments embedded deeply in his palm, but it did not seem to disturb his thoughts.

"A sword driven by desire, I seem to have reached my limit!" he muttered to himself.

"..."

"If this path of swordsmanship has come to an end, then have you ever considered trying something non-swordsmanship?"

Colonel Basa suddenly remembered the self-admonition "The Solitary Path" written by Miyamoto Musashi before his death. According to experts' analysis, it contains profound Zen thoughts.

“How about practicing Buddhism?”

he asked tentatively.

……

Amid the rustling sound, in a slightly cramped wooden house, Miyamoto Musashi was using his fingers to carve the wood in front of him as precisely as if they were blades.

In a moment, the wood gradually took on the outline of a head under his hands.

However, he did not rush for success, but continued to carve it carefully.

Soon after, a Buddha statue came to life in his hands.

Miyamoto Musashi carefully placed the Buddha statue aside, then slowly stood up and looked around the room, only to see that the room was already filled with Buddha statues of all sizes.

He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and then slowly walked out of the room.

With a creaking sound, Miyamoto Musashi's footsteps echoed in the hall.

“Kyoto seems too urban!”

Hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the scene on the screen next to him.

Then his eyes widened instantly and he stared at the handsome face on the screen in a daze.

The staff member nearby keenly noticed the abnormality of Miyamoto Musashi. Remembering the instructions from the higher-ups, he quickly trotted to Miyamoto Musashi's side.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked respectfully.

Miyamoto Musashi slowly raised his finger and pointed at the figure on the screen.

"where is he?"

The staff member looked up at the screen and quickly replied, "Lord Miyamoto Musashi, that's Kyoto! A Hundred Demons Night Parade is happening right now, and an attack has been launched on Kyoto!"

"But this has nothing to do with us..." The staff member was interrupted by Miyamoto Musashi before he could finish his words.

"I'm going over there now!"

"Ah?" The staff was stunned and a little at a loss.

Miyamoto Musashi turned his gaze to the staff member and met his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were full of desire for hunting, which made the staff's heart beat faster and they subconsciously took a step back.

Miyamoto Musashi raised the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of anticipation.

"I found it!"

"A new direction in Kendo!"

……

"What? Miyamoto Musashi is going to Kyoto? I know!"

Colonel Basa and Odd looked at each other, a hint of trouble in their eyes.

"It seems that you guys still can't change your bloodthirsty nature as a samurai!"

"What are we going to do?"

Recalling Miyamoto Musashi's battle in front of the museum and in the laboratory, although a bit exaggerated, it was still within Colonel Basa's confidence.

"This is a valuable asset of our military. How can we let him go to such a dangerous place?"

"The benefits can be maximized through research on Miyamoto Musashi!"

"what do you mean?"

Colonel Basa's face was full of pride.

"How can Neon's armed police compare to our well-trained American soldiers?"

"rest assured!"

"Will win!"

……

Colonel Basa stood stiffly in place as he looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who was swinging his blade wantonly in front of him like an Asura!
"monster!"

At first they just wanted to intercept Miyamoto Musashi here, but when the other party said again that he wanted to go to Kyoto.

"I suggest you not to..."

"Are you questioning me?"

In the end, Colonel Basa was taught a good lesson!
Zizi!

Miyamoto Musashi didn't even draw his sword, he just casually moved his fingers upwards, just like Ryomen Sukuna that day, and once again staged the classic scene of chopping down an airplane with bare hands.

Flames shot up into the sky behind Miyamoto Musashi, moving towards Colonel Basa.

Then bring your fingers together.

[This guy has no empathy at all! And I actually died so casually! ]

Colonel Basa straightened his hands, closed his eyes, and prepared to die peacefully, so as to gain the last bit of dignity.

However, what appeared the next second was not the flash of a knife, but a pair of hot hands on his shoulders.

Colonel Basa opened his eyes helplessly and looked at Miyamoto Musashi's serious eyes.

"I'm going to Kyoto!"

Colonel Basa gritted his teeth.

"Quick! Arrange the fighter planes!"

……

Colonel Basa was about to bring the topic to an end on the screen when suddenly the movements of Miyamoto Musashi and Onikiri were heard on the split screen.

The voices of both parties overlapped like this!
"Musashi!"

"Kojiro!"

Colonel Basa: “That’s it!”

(End of this chapter)