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"How is it?" Tokugawa Mitsunari pushed through the crowd, disregarding his own safety, and peered into the cave. The old man was now filled with anxiety, his heart sinking to the bottom—the loss of either Musashi or Kanon, such top-level masters, was like tearing flesh from Tokugawa's heart!

If you were to ask who Tokugawa would prefer to come out, it would probably be Kanon. He knew Kanon quite well, that she was a kind-hearted warrior who was a "non-killing" type. Even if she made a threat to "kill" Musashi, it would be difficult for her to actually do it. If it were her who came out, things might not have gotten to the worst point yet!

...What a pity, it was Musashi who came out.

Author's Note: The next chapter is coming soon!

I'd also like to recommend a new book called "From Type-Moon's Icon to Boss". I don't know much about Type-Moon, but it's a new book, so I'll support it if I come across it. Whether it suits your taste or not, it's worth a look.

Section 851, Chapter 842: A Compassionate Blood Transfusion

When they saw Miyamoto Musashi emerge from the darkness, everyone's spirits sank.

Two people stumbled into the shop, one walked out alone, so what happened to the remaining one?

That beautiful young woman, more delicate than any flower, could it be...?

Seeing Musashi's condition made everyone's hearts pound violently, as if struck by a sledgehammer—Musashi's condition was not good, even terrible: his right hand, which he used to hold the sword, hung limply at his sides, broken, and he could only barely lift "Nameless Golden Heavy" with his left hand; his back was slightly bent, and one leg was lame, making him walk with a limp; his head was covered in dust, and blood from Hanon's five fingers was flowing down his face, rolling into clumps of crimson mud, making him look extremely disheveled...

Musashi and Kanon are sure to have a fierce battle in the darkness!

After such a fierce battle, Musashi was the one who ultimately emerged victorious.

"Mu...Musashi! Kanon, she..." Tokugawa Mitsunari asked in a trembling voice, but he was afraid to hear the answer, fearing that he would receive bad news.

Beside Tokugawa, Kaoru Hanayama's fists were clenched. Overwhelmed with emotion, his blood was surging, and blood began to flow again from the "Hero's Journey" tattoo on his back. It was the wound that Kanon had just inflicted, a reminder to Hanayama that his friend might have met with misfortune!

Out of a warrior's code of honor, Hanazon would not take advantage of Musashi's weakened state to kill him. However, for the sake of friendship, if Musashi gave the answer that Kanon was dead, he would punch Musashi hard no matter what, and then challenge him to a duel after he recovered.

Not only Tokugawa and Hanayama, but also the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, the police officers maintaining order, and the passersby who had watched the battle all night were all waiting for the outcome.

Did Ye Huayin die in battle?

"Her?" Musashi tilted his head and thought for a moment, seemingly wondering why everyone was asking about Kanon and ignoring his own injuries: "She left through the back door, called a car, and said she was going home."

"Huh?" Everyone present slipped and almost fell. That turn was too shaky! The two of them were going to crash on that sharp turn!

"I see, so the store has a back door..." Tokugawa wiped away his cold sweat. Although Musashi was not a gentleman, he had no reason to lie about this matter. It seemed that Kanon was indeed alright, so he could rest assured.

In fact, after Musashi finished speaking, everyone in the room let out a soft sigh, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so good that no one was killed!

With Kanon safe, Tokugawa's mind began to stir again, and an endless curiosity arose in his heart: "Musashi, your injury..."

"She hit me," Musashi said without hesitation, "but she didn't get away with it either."

Tokugawa nodded: "Then can I take it as a draw?"

"Okay." Musashi's attitude was very good. He didn't show any impatience, anger, or shame. He just answered honestly, "We'll have to wait until five days from now to decide who wins."

"But...but your injury..."

“Five days is enough for my right hand to regain its ability to wield a sword. That’s enough. That little girl won’t fully recover either.” Musashi smiled, his tone strangely revealing both a strong fighting spirit and weariness at the same time: “Tokugawa, is the hot water ready at home? I want to take a bath.”

"Ah! Okay!" Tokugawa Mitsunari hurriedly led the way. The Metropolitan Police Department had suffered too many losses in the past two days, and under pressure from Musashi's imposing manner, not a single person dared to step forward to stop him. They could only obediently watch Musashi get into Tokugawa's car and go home to receive treatment and recuperate.

"What a bunch of cowards." Musashi suddenly uttered this remark in the carriage, greatly surprising Tokugawa: "What?"

"I'm injured like this, unable to kill anyone, and with that strong young man there, those people had a chance to capture me... but they chickened out," Musashi said.

Tokugawa frowned: "Your injuries are that serious?"

"Hehehe, do you know why that little girl suddenly launched a sneak attack and traded her injuries with me using a desperate fighting style?"

"Huh? Why?"

Faced with Tokugawa's question, Musashi assumed a fighting stance and stopped answering. The great swordsman remained silent for a moment, then said only one sentence: "Tokugawa, in five days I will be facing my enemy with my 'two-sword style,' so find me a good sword!"

Yes, yesterday's one-man riot, tonight's street duel, Miyamoto Musashi actually used only one weapon, the "Nameless Golden Heavy"...

"If Musashi had used his 'Dual Swords Style,' tonight wouldn't have been so easy... But then again, it's already pretty tough now."

At this very moment, Hana was sitting in a taxi heading towards the Eagle Wind family's villa.

Her hand was pressed against her abdomen, where there were two deep wounds, bleeding profusely, making Hana dizzy.

In her dizziness, the scene of their previous encounter replayed in her mind: she had chased Musashi into the darkness, and along the way, Musashi had smashed through countless obstacles, which was why his back was bent over—the internal injury he sustained at that moment. But Kanon had also been hindered by rubble and dust along the way, and finally, her pace slowed. Although her left hand was still gripping Musashi's face, Musashi was able to catch his breath a little…

Don't forget, Musashi is holding Kanon's left hand with his left hand, while his right hand is holding "Nameless Golden Heavy" the whole time!

The chase between Kanon and Musashi lasted a long time, but both were in a state of extreme tension. Finally, Musashi, who had regained his composure, had the energy to swing his sword to help! He used a strategy of attacking Wei to rescue Zhao, and his katana swept across Kanon's abdomen while releasing his grip on Kanon's left hand. The meaning was clear: Kanon's left hand could continue to tear Musashi's face, at the cost of being slashed to death by Musashi's sword.

At this moment, Kanon had no choice but to withdraw her left hand and dodge backward. Musashi, after missing his horizontal sweep, switched to a vertical slash and launched another attack on Kanon, instantly reversing the situation.

Now it was Musashi chasing after Kanon, slashing at her. This sword strike was the third type of attack he had prepared to deal with Akoya, embodying the sword principle of "no turning back," which means using a resolute strategy of exchanging blows as its core, ensuring that no matter how many attacks the opponent inflicts, his heavy blow will always land. This fighting style could break the super reaction of Akoya and Hiyama's cooperation, and now it had become Kanon's nightmare. The sword's momentum was fierce and unyielding, just like when Kanon was chasing Musashi earlier, never stopping until she achieved her goal.

Musashi's blade, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, chased after Kanon, ready to reap her life. Then, from the darkness, came the sound of "bang bang" as Kanon crashed into various obstacles while trying to retreat.

But the impact stopped abruptly—Kane had halted! Musashi's slash arrived in an instant, producing a crisp "clang."

"Huh?" Musashi snorted softly. The sword did hit its mark, but it didn't feel like a normal sword strike. Something hard was blocking the blade in front of Hanon's chest, preventing the strike from being fully successful.

That was a metal breastplate that Kanon had just obtained from another Musashi—Musashi Gen. She had put it on on her way to find Musashi, and it saved her life.

Even so, a very deep bloodstain appeared on the center line of Hanon's body. Miyamoto Musashi's slash was terrifying.

Before Musashi could react, he felt a sharp pain in his knee as Kanon kicked him, causing him to lose his balance.

Kanon's reaction was incredibly fast. She stopped to take Musashi's slash so that she could launch a counterattack—a blood-exchange tactic that Musashi can use, but Kanon can't.

However, just as Kanon stepped forward to launch an attack, she suddenly felt a chill in her lower abdomen. Musashi's "Nameless Golden Heavy" had pierced her side ribs...

Most martial arts in the world seek victory and strength, but how many can find a winning opportunity in a defeated move? Miyamoto Musashi happened to be one of them, his sharpness unmatched even when out of balance. His sword strike was purely due to his superior skill; even with Kanon's experience in countering moves, she couldn't detect or counter it, and was severely injured as the famous sword pierced her body.

Musashi was overjoyed and then proceeded to stir the blade inside Kanon's body to widen the wound, and even use it as the center point to split Kanon in two!

Unexpectedly, Musashi's pursuit also came to an abrupt halt, as it turned out that Kanon's hands had pressed down on his right arm... Coincidentally, Kanon is one of the few martial artists in the world who can turn defeat into victory.

"Damn it!" Musashi roared, throwing a punch at Kanon's face with a muffled "thud!" Unfortunately, the unarmed striking techniques of his era were far inferior to modern martial arts. The attack did not slow down Kanon's movements, nor did it even make Kanon blink. Kanon, who was not seriously injured, twisted Musashi's right arm with both hands and "crack," it broke.

Despite the pain, Musashi remained calm. His right hand was ruined, but his left hand was still intact. He immediately gripped the hilt of his sword with superhuman speed, ready to continue the pursuit he had just begun. And it worked! He swung his sword with his left hand, and without any resistance at the blade, he... sliced ​​through the air.

Hanon is very content and never greedy for credit. She has already severely injured Musashi's right hand, so what more could she ask for?

So she took the initiative to step back, drew her "Nameless Golden Heavy" sword, and confronted Musashi again.

"Huff, huff..." Musashi and Kanon were both panting, both of them seriously injured. Everything happened in just a few breaths, but it was a genuine and fierce battle.

“If I were holding swords in both hands… the outcome would be very different.” Musashi uttered these words after catching his breath.

Although the outcome, life or death, is still uncertain if the fight continues, as a swordsman, Musashi is at a disadvantage or even has lost in the code of chivalry by losing his usual sword-wielding hand.

“Alright, in that case, let’s fight again in five days.” After hearing Musashi’s complaints, Hanon smiled and actually put away her stance: “Let’s both go and heal our injuries. You find a suitable sword, and we’ll fight again in five days. Then we’ll decide who lives and who dies.”

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hanon's reaction surprised Musashi. He shared the same opinion as many passersby: they all felt that Hanon's "five-day duel" was just a pretext to distract Musashi, and that the surprise attack she was launching was actually the final battle between her and Musashi.

“No, I meant five days, and that means five days. As for the fight just now…” Facing the bewildered Musashi, Kanon revealed that “saintly” compassionate expression again: “Given your personality, if you’re still so energetic, you might cause trouble everywhere in these five days, and kill people again, just like you have these past two days. So I injured you, and these injuries will take at least five days to heal, right? You should rest quietly for five days and not run around…”

Author's Note: This chapter has 3,000 words, which is about one and a half chapters. I'm quite tired. See you tomorrow.

Section 852, Chapter 843: Returning Home

As night deepened, the car drove towards the outskirts of Tokyo. There was a stretch of road without streetlights, and only this car had its lights on, creating a very quiet atmosphere. If viewed from above, it looked as smooth and elegant as a car commercial shoot.

However, the atmosphere inside the car was a bit off.

"Gulp... Miss, are you sure your injuries are alright?" The taxi driver swallowed hard and glanced at the rearview mirror. In the mirror, the girl he had just picked up in Shibuya was pale, but her eyes shone like stars, reflecting the moonlight streaming through the car window, making her look like an elf.

Or...like a ghost.

Hana shook her head gently: "It's nothing serious, just excessive bleeding."

"Tsk, that's really scary!" The driver clicked his tongue inwardly, but dared not ask any more questions. The girl was bleeding when she got into the car, which scared him half to death. However, the money offered by the other party was too much, and he could not refuse the offer. He could only grit his teeth and speed up towards Yingfeng's villa.

"It's not a big deal if there's blood on the car, but I'm afraid this girl might have died in my car, then it would be hard to explain... I'd better drive fast."

The taxi floored the gas pedal, and soon it approached its destination. But the closer it got, the more nervous the driver became: "Hey, wait a minute, wasn't this supposed to be a villa area? Why are there rocks and clods of earth everywhere? Am I wandering into a mass grave?"

Well, these past two days, Takakaze Kirito has been building a "hardcore lockdown," so naturally a lot of soil and rocks have piled up in this area.

But the taxi driver had no idea! A beautiful young girl, bleeding and pale, on a late-night trip to the suburbs, a destination filled with trees and rocks like a mass grave... These images made it hard not to overthink things. The driver's mood grew heavier and heavier, his courage dwindled, and the car slowed down until it came to a stop.

"This, this young lady." The driver was already very scared, but he remained rational because Hanon had given him too much money, and they were picking up a customer in a busy place like Shibuya. Surely there wouldn't be a ghost that wasn't afraid of people... probably.

He asked, "Are we on the right road?"

But there was no sound behind me.

"No, no way..." the driver exclaimed in shock, "Young lady, don't really die in my car!"

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around to check, while praying in his heart: "I hope she just fainted from blood loss, I hope she just fainted from blood loss... Ah? Ah!"

"Ahhhhhh—" After the initial shock, the driver screamed wildly. The back seat of the taxi was empty; there was no one there.

"What's going on?! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." The driver's rationality instantly reached the brink of collapse, and his mind went blank.

"Knock knock knock," someone suddenly knocked on the driver's side window.

This startled the poor driver again, becoming the last straw that broke his composure: "Aaaaaahhhhhh—Gah!"

He's gone.

The person knocking on the window was dressed as an English butler, with white hair and beard. He was quite old, but he was tall and shrewd and capable. He was none other than Ito, the old butler of the Takakaze family.

However, at this moment, the old man who had arranged everything in Yingfeng's house so meticulously raised his hand and scratched his head: "Uh, what's wrong?"

He came over to check when he saw a car circling outside the house, thinking that Hana had returned, but he didn't expect there to be only an empty car.

After opening the car door, Ito pinched the driver's philtrum and slapped him in the face, finally managing to revive him. Ito asked him, "Sir, what brings you here?"

"...What brings you here? What brings you here? Giving her away~ Hehehe, didn't you see her? She's right behind me... Oh, right, you can't see her, she's a ghost! Hehe, a ghost... Waaah~ Waaah~"