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"This..." The audience looked at each other blankly. Japan was not America after all; there were no 300 million people dreaming of gunfights, nor were there controlled knives everywhere. The people watching the Kengan match were all prominent figures in society, and no one gave a reason for carrying swords. Musashi waited for a moment, and seeing no one respond, he was quite disappointed: "Although I had heard Tokugawa say that the future would not be an era of swords, I only truly understand it after experiencing it firsthand. Alas, are we truly useless..."

Thinking this, Musashi's momentum suddenly waned. Without swords or a target, even this great swordsman couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

"Uh, Mr. Musashi." As Musashi became discouraged, Kanon's fighting spirit also waned: "How about we call it a day?"

"Alright." Musashi was a very straightforward guy. He could strike decisively and launch surprise attacks in battle, and he was also straightforward and decisive when communicating with people: "We can fight again when we meet again someday. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. If you are always here, I will find a good sword and come back."

"No, I still have to go to school..." After her fighting spirit faded, Kanon returned to her state of enjoying life. If it weren't for her hot-blooded enthusiasm clouding her judgment, she wouldn't want to get entangled with a strong person like Miyamoto Musashi! "There are so many things in the world worth enjoying, why be bound by fighting and killing..."

"Huh? Enjoyment?" Musashi was stunned. "Isn't enjoyment obtained through fighting and killing?"

There is a principle in history that is that we cannot criticize the ancients for not being progressive from the perspective of modern people. In the era in which Miyamoto Musashi lived, he could only achieve a leap in social status by fighting and killing. For him, fighting and pleasure were inseparable. Kanon's values ​​are not Musashi's values.

Hanon immediately realized her mistake and chose to change the subject, seeking common ground: "Hey, if you want to fight, just don't come after me. There are many strong people in the world. Why don't you go and meet Yujiro Hanma... As for tonight, we're all exhausted, so let's go home, take a hot bath, and get some rest." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Mr. Musashi, where are you staying now? How about I take you home?"

It turned out that Kanon noticed the Kengan Association members all looking at Musashi with gleaming eyes, their intent to devour him was crystal clear—no wonder, regardless of whether this person was Miyamoto Musashi himself, just seeing how evenly he fought Kanon, both admitting "we're evenly matched," showed he was an invincible super master! How could they easily let such a person go? These club presidents and bosses were already itching to negotiate a partnership with Musashi!

Kanon thought she was saving Musashi from dire straits, but little did she know that Miyamoto Musashi had also noticed the crowd's desires and was enjoying the feeling of being fawned over, even hoping that the situation would become even more fervent... So in reality, Kanon was saving the members of the Kengan Association, making them give up their desire to recruit Musashi as soon as possible, so as to avoid trampling and fighting among themselves and damaging the harmony of the Kengan Association.

With Kanon intervening, no one from the Kengan Association dared to object, and the atmosphere immediately cooled down. Musashi was also straightforward and generously revealed his address: "I am currently living in the residence of a man named Tokugawa Mitsunari."

"Tokugawa Mitsunari!" Hanon exclaimed in surprise. Before she could speak, the crowd of Kengan Kai members around her had already erupted in cheers.

"What Miyamoto Musashi? He's just an old man Tokugawa's warrior."

"Pah! This guy was actually sent by him to cause trouble, wasn't he? Get out!"

"Disrupt the event? But isn't Miss Kanon also the champion of the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena?"

"Hey, maybe it's because Miss Kanon won the championship over there as the champion of the Kengan Association that Tokugawa is unhappy, so he wants to train his own warrior to bring Miss Kanon down."

"That was close! Luckily, Miss Hanon's martial arts are unparalleled, otherwise our Kengan Association would have lost all face."

"Sigh, I was hoping to recruit some, but it turns out they're from Tokugawa's side."

Tokugawa Mitsunari was an organizer of underground fighting tournaments independent of the Kengan Association. For a long time, he maintained a low profile with the Kengan Association, though they inevitably disliked each other. The Tokugawa organization was relatively loose, and it didn't prohibit its own fighters from associating with the Kengan Association. The Kengan Association, in turn, maintained a wary but not hostile attitude towards him. However, as people speculated, Kanon's special status, coupled with Musashi's claim of living in the Tokugawa household, naturally led to him being perceived as a direct descendant of Tokugawa Mitsunari, intended to defeat Kanon to allow Tokugawa to gain the upper hand over the Kengan Association… Thinking this way, it's no wonder the Kengan Association disliked Musashi and Tokugawa.

Hanon and Musashi were both clueless about the intricacies of the situation, and they were completely bewildered by the sudden uproar in the arena... Fortunately, Yamashita Kazuo stepped in to help them out: "Everyone, please don't get excited. Miss Hanon has said that everything is fine, so let's not dwell on it too much. I will ask Mr. Tokugawa about this later."

Kanon is the star of the Kengan Association, and Yamashita Kazuo holds an important position and is highly respected. These words successfully calmed the crowd's emotions, and Kazuo then nodded to Kanon, signaling her to quickly take Musashi away.

"Wow, when did Uncle Yamashita become so reliable!"

Author's Note: There will be another chapter in a bit, but it looks like I'll be spending this week lazily updating only three chapters a day. Even so, I don't feel like I've had enough rest... *sobs*

Section 804, Chapter 795: City of Tomorrow, People of Yesterday

Kanon and Musashi left the arena, but before that, she didn't forget to ask the Black Wolf, "Mr. Black Wolf, our battle... should be considered over, right?"

Black Wolf was quite surprised by Hana's greeting. Then he looked at his drooping hands and said with a wry smile, "Did I even have a choice... Miss Ye, you win!"

Watching Kanon leave, Black Wolf felt a mix of emotions. Before the fight, he thought he had a chance to defeat Kanon. When the fight started, he felt that he and Kanon were evenly matched. Later, he realized that he was the weaker one. Until Miyamoto Musashi appeared, Kanon revealed her true colors and stopped pretending, instantly defeating him... After that, Black Wolf witnessed the fight between Kanon and Musashi. With his martial arts level, he could only watch like the other spectators, completely unable to understand what was happening. The only thing he could understand was that the two people in front of him were too strong, and he was completely incomparable to them.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within me: shame, resentment, surprise, and jealousy. This feeling reached its peak when I saw Kanon in her "Valkyrie Mode" and Musashi break the longsword, but it dissipated in Kanon's final greeting, leaving only deep admiration.

“Sigh, the gap is too big, even in terms of martial ethics and demeanor, hahaha…” Black Wolf was also a forthright man, and he quickly got out of the shadows. He shook his head at the president of Gushi Pharmaceutical: “I’m sorry, president, I can’t compare to her. She is like the midday sun, high above, while I am not even as good as an earthworm in the soil.”

"It's not your fault, you did very well." President Gu Shi sighed softly. If the opponent was Ye Huayin, he never thought about winning from the beginning. To be honest, it was already surprising that Black Wolf could hop around and admit defeat on his own. He had to thank Miyamoto Musashi for his intrusion.

While Tanishi Pharmaceutical and Heikyu were settling the deal, medical personnel rushed in to treat Black Wolf. Yamashita Kazuo also came over to offer his condolences: "I'm sorry, Black Wolf, if I hadn't arranged for Ms. Kanon to fight alongside you at the last minute..."

"Hey, what are you saying? Does that mean fighters can only spar with people weaker than themselves?" Black Wolf chuckled nonchalantly. "I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Yamashita~ Please arrange a strong fighter for me after I recover from my injuries."

Seeing that Black Wolf was so easy to talk to, Yamashita Kazuo was also very happy. Now there was nothing to complain about: "I will definitely fulfill Black Wolf's request! By the way, Ohma has recovered a lot after a year and a half of recuperation. He has been pestering me to fight lately. Once Black Wolf recovers, let's arrange a match between him and Ohma~"

Tokita Ohma... cough cough, poor black wolf...

Leaving aside the aftermath of the Kengan Association's actions, Kanon took a taxi and escorted Musashi back to the Tokugawa residence. She wasn't a frequent visitor to the Tokugawa family, but she had been there a few times before and knew the way well.

"It's amazing that you didn't get lost in this huge town." Musashi was not used to modern cars and felt very uncomfortable the whole way, looking around anxiously. Fortunately, the journey was not long, and he got out of the car as soon as he arrived: "Phew, walking is still more suitable for me."

Then, seeing that Huayin hadn't gotten out of the car, he asked again, "Little girl, aren't you coming along?"

"Oh, no need. I know Grandpa Tokugawa. He... is quite troublesome." Hanon knew that Miyamoto Musashi's appearance in the modern era and his residence in the Tokugawa residence must be related to Tokugawa Mitsunari. She was currently in a state of fear of trouble, and she would be grateful if Tokugawa didn't take the initiative to contact her: "Well, I have to go home. See you again sometime~ Driver, please drive faster."

Thinking it best not to get involved in this mess, Hana left almost as if she were fleeing.

"What a hurried young girl, just like that vehicle called a car, just like the future where everyone walks quickly... In this city of tomorrow, am I the only one from yesterday?" Watching the car drive away and disappear into the city's night, Miyamoto Musashi turned around, not bothering to knock on the closed gate of the Tokugawa residence, but instead leaped over the wall and entered the courtyard.

Inside the Tokugawa residence, Tokugawa Mitsunari had just seen off a troublesome mid-level police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department—the very man who had come to investigate Miyamoto Musashi. This morning, Musashi had been wandering the streets, injuring several patrol officers. The police had traced his origins back to the Tokugawa residence…

"Worried that a man claiming to be Musashi is illegally breaking into my house?" Tokugawa Mitsunari looked utterly astonished—that old geezer really knows how to play the part: "Mr. Miyamoto Musashi is not a criminal!"

"Um...oh dear...this..." The Metropolitan Police Department official looked embarrassed. "In short, he's a dangerous person. We hope Lord Tokugawa will cooperate with our work and let us..."

“You don’t need to say anything more.” Tokugawa Mitsunari was a sycophant to highly skilled martial artists, but as one of Japan’s top thirteenth-generation rich kids, he was a force to be reckoned with in the political and business world. “Brother, you pass on my message to the Superintendent General of Police: leave it alone, don’t interfere, and keep an eye on things. Just say that it was me, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who said this.”

"Uh..." Seeing the Metropolitan Police Department officer still hesitating, Tokugawa frowned: "Is everything alright, buddy?"

"Understood!" After receiving a sinister glance from Tokugawa Mitsunari, the Metropolitan Police Department official quickly bowed and agreed. The old man in front of him was a powerful and influential figure, and he, a mid-level official, dared not make a mistake. If he caused trouble, he would be made a scapegoat by his superiors. Therefore, it was wiser to honestly convey Tokugawa Mitsunari's words: "I will definitely convey every word accurately!"

After showing off his power and scaring away the Metropolitan Police Department officers, Tokugawa Mitsunari returned to the reception room and reverted to his old sycophantic self...

"Alright, let's continue... Doppo, why did you ask me about Miyamoto Musashi?"

That's right, sitting opposite Tokugawa Mitsunari is none other than Goji Doppo, the former head of the Shinshinkai, known as the "God of War".

“In Japan, no one has better information than you, sir.” Even though he didn’t know that Miyamoto Musashi was created by Tokugawa Mitsunari, Doppo still came here: “I am absolutely certain that the person in the news this morning is Miyamoto Musashi.”

Tokugawa lit his pipe, took a few puffs, blew a smoke ring, and then asked, "What's the reason?"

"That person used swordsmanship." Doppo didn't blame Tokugawa for being slow. While Tokugawa lit a cigarette, he was also recalling the scene he had seen on the news that morning: "And it was swordsmanship of an unbelievable level, more than two levels higher than any other swordsman in the world, unparalleled."

"Hehehe, the real Miyamoto Musashi was a figure from four hundred years ago. He was truly unparalleled. In fact, this person..."

Just as Tokugawa was about to explain Musashi's origins, Doppo interrupted him: "I don't care! Whether he's the real Miyamoto Musashi or a fake imitator, it doesn't matter, as long as he's the real deal, that's enough... Old man, I want to see him!"

No sooner had Doppo Yuchi finished speaking than the door to the reception room was flung open with a "whoosh," and the man who rudely interrupted Tokugawa Mitsunari's reception of his guest was none other than a man who called himself Musashi.

"Tokugawa, I'm hungry."

Author's Note: The following section is from the original story, so please rest assured that I won't waste too much ink on it.

Section 805, Chapter 796: From God of War to God of Dance

The "Sword Saint" of ancient Japan and the "God of War" of modern Japan met in this bizarre way. The meeting was abrupt but not very impactful, after all, Musashi's words were too unpleasant—he said he was hungry.

"Ah, so there are guests. Sorry to bother you." Musashi was slightly taken aback, but he was still very polite: "In that case, I'll go ask someone else for food."

Tsk, listen to this, what does it mean to be a rentier class? Musashi immediately sounds like an old samurai, not doing any production, just asking others for food... But you can't entirely blame him. In fact, this Miyamoto Musashi is a clone of Tokugawa Mitsunari, plus the super-powerful psychic Tokugawa Hanko's necromancy, together they created this Miyamoto Musashi with a peak body and a soul at the pinnacle of martial arts, whose strength is even greater than the original in history! Strictly speaking, this Musashi only lived in the world for... one day, and even counting the development of the clone embryo, it was only a dozen months or so.

“It’s alright, Mr. Miyamoto…” Seeing Musashi turn to leave, Tokugawa Mitsunari called out to him, “If I may be so bold as to ask, what is your opinion of the person in front of me?”

The person standing before Tokugawa was none other than Goji Doppo.

Musashi glanced at Doppo a few times, then raised the corner of his mouth and twitched his nose, like a hungry man smelling a delicious meal: "Hmm~ This person can be enjoyed before the meal."

"To treat 'God of War' Guji Doppo as a side dish..." Tokugawa Mitsunari's forehead was covered in sweat. Since bringing Musashi back to this world last night, he had not seen Musashi make a proper move, so he had no idea what level Musashi's strength was. Hearing Musashi say this, completely disregarding Guji Doppo, whom he valued highly, Tokugawa's heart pounded wildly, and he was at a loss.

The old man could only turn to Dubu: "Dubu, what do you think?"

"Not at all." Yuji Doppo remained unmoved: "I have absolutely no intention of arguing back... The person I've been thinking about day and night is standing in front of me. Just seeing him once is enough to make me happy for a lifetime. Besides, Musashi is not only in front of me now, but he also said he would accompany me to dinner... It's so wonderful, I can hardly believe it's real."

Tokugawa Mitsunari resurrected Musashi precisely to see him fight against a contemporary hero. Therefore, despite his panic and surprise, he didn't forget to stir things up. After questioning Doppo, he went to Musashi and asked, "Mr. Miyamoto, did you hear what he said? He said seeing you was like a dream..." Hey, Tokugawa isn't some translator; he doesn't need to translate Musashi and Doppo's conversation about surprise. His relaying messages is simply an attempt to provoke a duel between the two masters.

However, he didn't have to do that.

"I've been suppressed." Musashi said the astonishing words with a calm expression: "Since entering this room, I have tried to attack three times, but each time I was suppressed just before I could make a move."

"Huh?" Tokugawa Mitsunari was stunned. So all his efforts to stir things up had been a foolish act of self-deception! But the old man showed no sign of discouragement; in fact, he was even happier: "In that case, after dinner, why don't we invite the two of you..."

“No need to wait until after the meal.” Musashi interrupted him, and Doppo remained silent, tacitly agreeing with Musashi’s words: “Let’s do it now.”

What to do now? Fight, of course! When powerful martial artists meet, everyone is naturally excited, especially since one of them is Miyamoto Musashi. Even Kanon was overjoyed at the Kengan tournament, not to mention the native Japanese, Goji Doppo.

Therefore, we must not only fight, but we must fight immediately.

With such a large mansion as the Tokugawa family, how could there not be a dojo? The three of them immediately went to the nearest one, which was small but sufficient.

Suppressing his urge to immediately demand war, Tokugawa Mitsunari said to Musashi, "Mr. Miyamoto, although this may seem like a show of force, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce you to the person before you."

The old man clapped his hands and called for someone to bring over props, which were placed in front of Yudi Dubu: "Instead of describing it with words, it's better to combine it with actual practice. I haven't seen Dubu perform in a long time."

"Oh, old man, really... I can't help it." Doppo Yuji didn't refuse, took off his coat and began to perform—breaking bricks, smashing stones, slicing bottles with his bare hands, breaking bottles with his fingers, basically all the legendary high-level karate skills used to show off. It seemed like a waste of Doppo's talents to perform this kind of thing, given his status as a grandmaster known as the "God of War," but it was indeed the scene that best represented the power of karate, and demonstrating it in front of Miyamoto Musashi wasn't shameful for his status.

Musashi's current physical age is younger than Doppo's, but if he were the real Miyamoto Musashi, his seniority would be much higher than Doppo's. As a result, it would be understandable for him to show his skills in front of his senior.

After Doppo finished his combo, he gracefully assumed the "Heaven and Earth Above and Below" stance in front of Musashi, his most familiar posture, which also indicated that he was ready to enter the battle at any time: "I am Doppo of the Foolish Earth, please instruct me."

For decades, Doppo had been a favorite of Tokugawa Mitsunari. His Shinshin-kai had contributed countless strong fighters to the Tokugawa arena, and for a long time, Doppo himself was the strongest warrior Tokugawa Mitsunari could muster. The two shared a deep bond and absolute trust. Seeing Doppo demonstrate his skills, Tokugawa Mitsunari trembled with excitement and immediately asked Musashi, "Musashi... what are your thoughts...?"

"Huh, what do you think?" Musashi put on a dumbfounded look, completely unaware of the skill that Goji Doppo had displayed: "Are you two actors? Isn't this a bit too ridiculous! One of you calls ordinary people 'war gods,' and the other can actually accept it so calmly... Your performance just now was more like 'dance' than 'martial arts,' or rather, dance."

When they asked the question, Tokugawa and Guji Doppo had many expectations, but in all their assumptions, they never expected Musashi to express such direct... contempt.

"Dance?" Tokugawa Mitsunari was stunned. He knew Musashi was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong that he would deny the worth of the strongman he had followed for half his life. As for Goji Doppo, he felt even worse. Tokugawa could still find some comfort in seeing strong people fight. Goji Doppo had devoted his entire life to martial arts. Even if he didn't deserve the title of "God of War," how could he have fallen to the status of "God of Dance"?

"What courage!" Doppo disregarded the fact that the other person was a respected senior and approached Musashi: "Whether it is dance or not, use your body to test it!"

Doppo should have said "give it a try," but before he could even finish the word "try," he was already beside Musashi and delivered a headbutt. Miyamoto Musashi was known as the king of sneak attacks and fouls, and Doppo, as a junior of Japanese martial arts, had learned all the characteristics of this master!

However, Doppo's headbutt ultimately missed. Musashi, a master hunter who had spent his life hunting geese, wouldn't be so easily pecked in the eye by a goose. The moment Doppo launched his surprise attack, Musashi had already moved back a few inches, just enough to dodge Musashi's attack, and then reached out and pressed down on his head.

This pose is so awkward. If it were a sword fight, it would be the perfect position to decapitate someone...

In other words, the two are very different in strength!

Surprisingly, Miyamoto Musashi apologized to Doppo first: "Please forgive me, Mr. Guji. Your 'bare-handed cutting' demonstration is a form of martial arts, and I know that very well. Although you practiced alone with props, I could see your invisible opponent. Perhaps he wasn't a formidable foe, but the guy you beat was no pushover. Mr. Guji, you were outstanding..."

"Enough!" Doppo shouted at Musashi. He realized that the greatest swordsman in Japan was a real scoundrel; he knew exactly how to provoke people.