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"Tch, as if Musashi is an easy person to talk to... Whatever!" It's true that good advice is useless against a damned ghost. I came to visit an old friend with good intentions but was left speechless. Hanon rolled her eyes: "Have you eaten? Remember to eat something good before you set off. I'm going back now."

“I’ve eaten… thank you.” Bando suddenly said thank you, “Miyamoto Musashi has a history of killing enemies even when they begged for mercy. I know this battle is a matter of life and death. I didn’t expect that someone like me, a ‘scumbag,’ would still come to visit me… Hakanoe, I’m very grateful.”

"Hey!" Kanon had already reached the door, but Bando's words pulled her back: "Honestly, why do you have to say things like that?"

Seeing that Hanon had returned and this time walked straight up to him, Bando Yohei was somewhat surprised: "What do you want to do?"

"Become a teacher!" Hanon stretched her body irritably. "I've heard about your situation. There's nothing wrong with being sentenced to death, but if the law can't solve it, those people will use Musashi as a tool to plot and scheme. I find that just as disgusting... In consideration of your thanks, I'll train with you until the start of the competition. How much you learn depends on your luck! Don't blame me if you get killed by Musashi."

"You mean... you want to teach me martial arts?" As expected of a top student, Bando instantly understood what Kanon meant: "In such a short time, what kind of martial art can be used to deal with Musashi immediately?"

"Energy dissipation".

"Eliminating force" means controlling the body to deflect the opponent's attack in the direction it's directed. It sounds easy, but it's actually very difficult. Most martial artists have some defensive skills, but to reach the level of Guo Haihuang, who becomes one with nothingness and is impervious to all attacks, there are countless other powerful martial artists like Lie Haiwang standing between them!

Fortunately, although Bando lacked Retsu Kaioh's mastery of all kinds of martial arts, he, like Kanon, was exceptionally talented and particularly suited to "power dissipation." Kanon could freely manipulate her muscles and use them to drive her bones, while Bando had flexible joints and used his bones to drive his muscles. In addition, he was highly intelligent and had ample combat experience. Even though he was too big and didn't have Kanon's abnormal talent, he could still achieve twice the results with half the effort when practicing "power dissipation," far exceeding the efficiency of ordinary people.

Under the guidance of one of the two people in the world who best understood "force dissipation", Bando practiced hard for an hour and learned the "force dissipation" technique at the last minute. How much chance does Miyamoto Musashi have of winning against his slash?

The answer is obvious... it's not very useful.

With a single sword strike, Musashi severed Bando's hand! His momentum continued, leaving a deep wound on Bando's stomach, blood spurting out once more, perfectly showcasing the brutality of combat in the ancient world of cold weapons—every gesture resulted in flying flesh and blood, the warriors were ruthless, taking lives in the blink of an eye.

However... it's not very useful, but it still has some use.

At least Bando survived... in a disheveled and weak state.

He covered his abdomen with his only remaining hand, where there was now a cross-shaped incision, and blood and internal organs were almost uncontrollably gushing out from the junction. Bando could only press down on the wound and kneel down.

It wasn't that he was a coward, but this position was the only way he could maintain his balance and avoid bleeding to death. As for winning or losing, who cares? It's already obvious!

"I... lost. This... this battle, let it end here." Bando admitted defeat. His tone was still calm, but he was already panting heavily as he spoke. He was now only one step away from death.

"How can you say such a thing when you're on the battlefield?" Musashi sheathed his sword, but his hand remained on the hilt. "Bando, you are a very good samurai. So, let's fight to the very end."

"Whoosh—" Another uproar erupted in the stands. Because the interval was so short, everyone reacted to Musashi's second kill and his words together.

Musashi's swordsmanship needs no introduction; he is the best in Japan and even qualified to compete for the best in the world. It was expected that a single slash would cut off Bando's hand, slit Bando's stomach, and cause blood, internal organs, and muscle to splatter. People praised Musashi's sword, but they were surprised by Musashi's actions—he wanted to kill Bando.

The Japanese government's secret service agents were naturally delighted; this was precisely what they had orchestrated. When Bando conceded defeat, their hearts were in their throats, fearing yet another fruitless attempt. They hadn't expected Miyamoto Musashi to be so understanding!

As for the few martial artists present, they did not share Musashi's opinion.

"Musashi... Is this the style of the Warring States period? A dead opponent is a good opponent, and victory always means killing the opponent?" Katsumi Guji's forehead was covered in sweat. From his value system, he didn't mind warriors sacrificing their lives for their ideal battle, but when the outcome of a fight was already clear, and the loser had admitted defeat and begged for their life, it was really unfair to still use such a ruthless and deadly method!

Katsumi and Retsu Kaioh exchanged a glance, and Katsumi read the same thought in Retsu Kaioh's eyes. If Retsu Kaioh were to fight Musashi, he would be killed without complaint. But if it were Retsu Kaioh fighting Bando, and Bando begged for defeat, Retsu Kaioh would absolutely refuse to continue fighting.

"Sigh..." At this moment, Kanon beside them also let out a soft sigh: "That's why I don't want you two to challenge Musashi!" She closed her eyes: "Let's leave the outcome of the bet to fate."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listeners. Retsu, Katsumi, and even Eicho, who had been slacking off on the sidelines, all cast questioning glances at Hanon.

Did she say "leave it to fate"? Bando was clearly a fish on a chopping board after Musashi's two sword strikes, completely at his mercy. How could Kanon mean that Musashi's third sword strike might not even kill him?

At this moment, a crisp "ding" rang out in the arena, and the famous sword "Kuni-Tiger" was drawn from its sheath once again. Musashi's third slash was aimed at Bando Yohei!

Author's Note: There will be another update in a bit. This battle was longer than expected, but it saved Retsu Kaioh, who was sent to his death in the original work, and Katsumi, who was in good health and might have to fight Musashi in this story.

Section 816, Chapter 807: Still Not Quite Good

If the knife is sharp, the sound of blood gushing from the wound can be quite pleasant, like the sound of wind...

Well, Yohei Bando is fifty-three years old this year, and he has finally heard such a voice.

It was very faint and subtle; to say it sounded like the wind was pure sentimentality on the part of an artsy youth. In reality, it sounded more like the buzzing of a mini water gun, "whoosh—"

The sound that truly resembled the wind did not originate from Bando's head, but from something else—Musashi's sword.

Broken sword.

Miyamoto Musashi executed another iaido, this time not to kill the enemy, but to execute his opponent. He drew his sword, raised it high, and brought it down heavily, and then—the sword broke.

The famous sword "Kuni-Tora," which has been passed down in the Tokugawa family since the shogunate era, suddenly broke in two!

A section of the sword blade flew far away, creating a whooshing sound in the air. The remaining half of the steel plate was still falling, but it wasn't long enough. It only grazed Bando's forehead, spitting out a spurt of blood, but it didn't cause any major damage.

"Ah!" Everyone in the arena gasped in unison, their voices merging and echoing throughout the arena. People didn't know what had happened; how could Musashi's sword have broken?

“This… my family’s ‘Kuni-Tora’…” The Tokugawa family was once the wealthiest in the land, with a history spanning hundreds of years and countless riches. Tokugawa Mitsunari wasn’t particularly concerned about the loss of a single weapon; what he was concerned about was that Miyamoto Musashi had actually managed to break such a famous sword: “Musashi, you’re amazing!”

Musashi, the one being praised, was completely bewildered: "Strange, how did my sword break?"

Let's rewind to an hour... no, not that long ago, maybe a dozen minutes ago.

"Is that all? Will this new technique allow me to survive Musashi's sword?" Back in the players' lounge, after being instructed by Kanon, Bando had grasped the principle of "force dissipation" and practiced it several times. Now, he stopped to recover his strength, prepare for the match, and asked Kanon this question.

"How would I know? I'm not Musashi." Kanon shrugged. "There's only one way to find out."

“I understand.” Bando nodded. As a science whiz, he naturally understood the principle that practice makes perfect: “The only way is to actually fight Miyamoto Musashi.”

After they finished speaking, they both fell silent.

"Actually, there's another way." Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, Hanon spoke up again.

Bando looked up and asked, "What is it?"

"I'm not Musashi, but my imitation is passable."

Not only did Hanon speak, she also made a move. As she uttered those words, her figure vanished from Bando's sight without a trace—"Illusory Transformation!"

Bando Hisashi, imprisoned in a death row cell, had never seen or heard of this move before. Upon suddenly encountering it, he was greatly surprised: "Ye Huayin's speed is so much faster than during the Deadly Elimination Tournament!"

Before he could finish his thought process, Hanon had already circled behind him. Although she didn't have a real sword, Hanon's "finger razor" was no less powerful than a sword, and when she swung it, even the air made a slight tearing sound.

Seeing Hanon's finger strike, Bando quickly twisted his body and activated the "force neutralization" technique he had just learned. However, due to his lack of skill and his excessive weight, his rotation was too slow, and he failed to neutralize Hanon's force. His clothes were torn by this "razor" strike.

This was only because Kanon held back; if she had stretched her arm forward even slightly, Bando would have been seriously injured!

Kanon landed a successful blow, then her figure shifted again, completely out of Bando's sight. Coupled with the fact that he had just been slashed by Kanon, his mind was in turmoil, and he became increasingly passive.

"Whoosh—" The sound of air tearing came from behind Bando again. Bando was smart and knew that turning around at this time would probably not avoid it, so he might as well run forward and get away from the danger, no matter how ferocious the killing move behind him was!

Unfortunately, Bando's wishful thinking didn't work out. He had only taken two steps forward when he could no longer move, because Kanon's palm was outstretched and pressed against his throat—"Demon Spear"!

"What?" Bando was even more puzzled. The sound of tearing through the air clearly came from behind him, so when did Kanon get to him?

So, he hadn't seen Kanon for so long that he not only didn't know about "Wufang Huanbian," but also that Kanon's skills in creating various sounds using muscle vibrations had become quite advanced.

Considering that she and Musashi had sparred for three moves to a draw, and looking at Bando whom she had easily subdued in two moves, Kanon shook her head: "Not very good..."

"The world of martial arts is truly vast..." Bando was shocked by Kanon's performance. Although he couldn't defeat Kanon during the elimination tournament, the gap between them back then wasn't nearly as huge. For the past year and a half, Bando had also trained relentlessly, training himself like crazy, confident that if he encountered Kanon again, he would at least perform better, if not counterattack. But when he saw Kanon again, he was brutally beaten; the two were now on completely different levels.

But this made Bando even less willing to die: "If Miyamoto Musashi also has such abilities, wouldn't I be doomed if I went there? What should I do? What should I do? I still have research to finish, and I want to learn more martial arts..."

“Young man, since you’ve asked so sincerely, I’ll mercifully tell you… You need this.” Hanon’s “magic spear” flipped its hand, magically producing a bottle of liquid: “Since you can’t defeat Musashi’s men, then go and deal with Musashi’s sword! I got this from a Nobel Prize-winning chemist; it’s said to be extremely effective against steel…”

"He did it." Kanon, standing in the stands, opened her eyes and saw that Bando hadn't been cut in two by Musashi's sword. She was secretly pleased: "It seems the liquid I got from Dr. Payne after the Pico incident really is as effective as he said~"

Nobel Prize-winning chemists really do have something. Before, Kanon, riding high on her victory over Piccolo, kept pestering Payne for all sorts of things. He originally wanted to refuse, but Kanon offered so much money that the Doctor had no choice but to bring out some good stuff, including this liquid. It doesn't harm the human body but is quite effective against steel—not in a mystical way, but at least it has considerable corrosive properties against steel.

When Bando parried Musashi's first two sword strikes, he struck the blade with his hand and used it to block the edge, making contact with "Kuni-Tora" twice. Each time, he smeared the liquid on the same spot on the blade, damaging the sword. Combined with the immense force of Musashi's swing, the damaged "Kuni-Tora" finally succumbed to Musashi's blow after the third draw, breaking in two at the point where the liquid had been applied. Alas!

Although he did not die during Musashi's first or second sword strike, he suffered severe injuries, including losing a hand and bleeding profusely. Bando Yohei had given his all and finally managed to survive from the sword of Japan's greatest swordsman!

If Musashi doesn't pursue this further...

Even a broken sword is still a famous sword; at least the fine steel remains unchanged. The half-broken sword in Musashi's hand is still incredibly sharp, and killing Bando would only take a moment.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him..." The special agents in the stands gritted their teeth and clenched their hands, hoping that Musashi would deliver another blow, even a hand chop. Given Bando's current condition, he might bleed to death.

When Kanon made the bet with Retsu Kaioh and Katsumi Guji, he did say that Bando could dodge Musashi's three swords. But in an actual fight in the ring, Musashi could use a fourth, fifth, and sixth sword... If he wanted, he could even cut Bando into a thousand pieces in the ring!

Under these circumstances, what could Bando say? When Kanon opened her eyes, he closed them, waiting for Musashi to pronounce his judgment.

"That's it." That was Musashi's judgment.

He tossed the broken sword aside, just as he had done at the beginning: "The sword intent has been revealed. It was a good time. Thank you, Bando."

Miyamoto Musashi strode away from the arena, still the unparalleled swordsman, leaving behind a bewildered Tokugawa in the stands, gritted teeth from the special agents, a satisfied martial artist, and Eiichi, who had been slacking off the whole time, and a smug, aunt-like Kanon.

As for Bando, he slowly got up and walked to his severed hand: "As expected of Miyamoto Musashi, the cut is very clean. If it is reattached immediately, it can be restored to its original state."

The battle is over.

Author's Note: That's all for today's update~

Section 817, Chapter 808: You Make a Written Agreement

"No, no, no! Our Ministry of Justice's special task force has been watching over Yohei Bando for over twenty years. We finally have a chance to get rid of him, how can we let it slip by!"

"That's right! I don't care whether Miyamoto Musashi's sword intent is revealed or not. If he doesn't want to make a move, we'll fake it! As long as Bando doesn't return to prison, anything is possible. As long as he dies at Tokyo Dome, we can pin it on Tokugawa Mitsunari!"

"Bando, that symbol of legal failure, must be eradicated!"

"Onboard! Onboard! Onboard!"

With hurried, chaotic footsteps, a group of mid- to low-ranking Secret Service agents were in high spirits. They had painstakingly planned a major operation but encountered a setback. They were furious and wanted to rush to the infirmary to kill Bando and pin the blame on that old bald Tokugawa.

Orders from superiors? No need! Once the die is cast, there's no way to disobey. The Japanese tradition of overthrowing superiors shines brightly on these young special agents, inspiring them to do impulsive things.

But when this excited group of people arrived at the door of the infirmary, they couldn't move.

A smiling young girl happened to walk to the door and was about to push it open when she saw them. She froze and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

In an instant, the hot-blooded young men of the special operations department began to rush to their heads, their minds calming down considerably. They looked at each other, hesitant: "What should we do? There are unrelated people here, and they're cute young girls. It's not a good time to take action!"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Hana blinked curiously as she watched the dozen or so people opposite her staring at each other and making strange conversations.

The most ferocious among the crowd exchanged glances and decided to take forceful action. They knew Bando couldn't be allowed to live, and they'd find a way to get the girl aside and drug her unconscious… However, just as they approached Hanon to make their move, an older, higher-ranking agent from the back of the crowd rushed out, shouting, “Baka! What are you idiots doing? You've offended Miss Ye! How dare you! Go back! Get out!”

His outburst left everyone bewildered. Hana was naturally confused, as were the agents. Their old colleague was usually calm and composed, so why was he suddenly so irritable today? But something was definitely amiss. Seeing the old agent gesturing for them to back off while he was yelling, the agents finally refrained from acting impulsively and slowly and hesitantly returned down the corridor.

“Strange guys.” Hanon shrugged and then pushed open the door to the infirmary.

As for the group of agents, after retreating to a secluded spot, they immediately began questioning the old agent: "Are you being too cautious, too cowardly, or did your conscience suddenly awaken? It was clearly a great opportunity to get rid of Bando, so why did you give it up because of a little girl?"

"You guys are too young, you don't even know what 'death' means!" the old agent roared back, sweating profusely. "She is Ye Huayin!"