A muscular girl is presented to the passionate world of crossover anime.

"Everyone, everyone, Kanon is too tired today and has already fallen asleep. Anyway, there are still four days until her duel with Musashi, so please come again tomorrow."

Author's note: Hmm, although I still have a little energy left, please allow me to be lazy and only update twice today~ We'll continue tomorrow.

This book will definitely be completed in July. Let's all welcome its final moments together.

I'm sure the author, having gained experience, will be able to apply it effectively next time...

Section 857, Chapter 848: Translation - What is "Surprise"?

The saying goes, "The world, after a long period of division, will unite; after a long period of unity, will divide." The saying goes, "The way of Heaven is to take from those who have more than enough and give to those who have less than enough." In other words, nothing in this world is perfect. This applies to things and people alike. If you gain something, you will definitely lose something.

Well, in the two years since she transmigrated, Hana has been very popular, making friends all over the world and having connections throughout the martial arts world. But what was the price?

The price was that Kanon was "trained" by Kuroki, Guo Haihuang, Retsu Kaioh, Shibukawa Goki, and Adam all day long. She finally got a good night's rest, but the next morning she was woken up early by the old butler Ito and saw a "surprise".

What the hell does "surprise" mean? Translate this for me, what the hell does "surprise" even mean?

The "surprise" was that twenty or thirty martial artists suddenly appeared to accompany Hanon in her practice sessions, lining up from the door of Hanon's bedroom all the way to the small dojo. Each of them had their own unique skills, and each of them was full of enthusiasm, making it difficult for any of them to refuse. Moreover, even if most of them declined, the rest would be enough to be evenly distributed over the next few days, allowing Hanon to experience a brand new version of opponents every hour or two.

Dude, so this is what they call a "surprise"?

What kind of surprise is this?!

Kanon is so tired she's almost crying!

On the first day, she practiced with Kuroki Gensai in the morning, Guo Haihuang and Lie Haiwang in the afternoon, and Shibukawa Goki and Adam as her sparring partners in the evening.

The next morning, Kanon practiced with her old friends Oni-no-zan and Yokozuna Kinryu-zan, experiencing the essence of "Japan's oldest martial art" as preparation for dealing with Musashi's ancient swordsmanship.

The following afternoon, Kanon faced off against Jun Sekibayashi and Haruo Kono, and discussed with these two wrestlers how to improve her resilience to blows from both physical and mental perspectives.

The following night, Kanon was ambushed. It turned out that Takakaze Kirito had spent a lot of money to urgently invite the super mercenary Mutba, who joined forces with the uninvited super soldier Kaeya. They used the Takakaze family mansion as the battlefield and played a real-time battle royale game to simulate the behavior of Miyamoto Musashi, who came from the battlefield.

On the morning of the third day, Kuroki taught again, accompanied by Guo Haihuang, Retsu Kaioh, Kaneda Suekichi, Shibukawa Goki, Guji Doppo, Imai Kosou, Soryujin, and Jikai. This star-studded lineup gathered together to discuss the ultimate in pre-reading with Kanon. They went over everything again, including "first of first," "counter of first," "no beat," and "Thousand-faced Goddess," creating a grand gathering of experts of all ages. However, someone had to spar with Kanon, right? Thus, Okubo Nao, the "Fighting King" who was proficient in various fighting techniques and had excellent physical abilities, became the tool, exchanging blows with Kanon under the guidance of various masters.

On the third day... before the afternoon even arrived, Mutba came again at lunchtime, nagging Katsumi that he "had to pay more" while constantly harassing Kanon's rest, leaving Kanon exhausted.

Then on the afternoon of the third day, guess who Kanon was paired with?

Considering Miyamoto Musashi's unfathomable strength and astonishing power—even capable of directly confronting Pike—Julius, Wakatsuki, and Kaoru Hanayama arrived to prepare Kanon for this situation. Even Jack Hanma came to join the fun, but this guy was rather arrogant and refused to fight in a group, only glancing at her before leaving. Thankfully, this meant Kanon only had to face the combined assault of Julius, Wakatsuki, and Hanayama—how easy! Hahaha... *cough cough*

On the third night, a battered and bruised Kanon finally got to experience something rather unremarkable—because she had been too emotional at noon and had hit Mutba too hard, sending him to the hospital, the planned night raid with the ninja Hatsumi Ryozo was canceled, and replaced with a regular sparring match. Anyway, Hatsumi Ryozo was pretty unmotivated; his presence was already a favor, and since the plan had changed, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

The purpose of this kind of practice is to help Kanon maintain her rhythm during the battle.

That night, Hanon sparred with boxing champion Gaoran.

There is also the foolish one who overcomes himself.

And there's Kiyosumi Kato.

And then there's Retsu Kaioh, Daimon Heito, Ryu Shuwen, Kaedezuka Sapain, Horyu Yoshiaki, Rito, Murobuchi Gozo… Finally, even Eiichi, who was called in for first aid after Mutba's injury at noon, held out two bone swords: "Um, this looks interesting. If Miss Kanon doesn't mind, I'd like to have a match with you~"

Hehe, come on, all of you! These people are far inferior to Hanon in skill level, and they all know each other inside and out. How much of an impact can they possibly have on Hanon? Forget about a series of attacks; even if you all came at me at once, what would I, Ye, fear? Hahaha, cough cough, waaaaaah…

On the fourth day, Kanon ran away from home.

Damn, this is too exciting! If I stay home for another two days, I'll get killed before I can even fight Musashi! Since I'm too embarrassed to refuse everyone's kindness, I guess I can just quietly run away!

While she has a good personality and a strong network of connections, no one is perfect. Hanon isn't adept at social etiquette, and things have gotten a bit out of control these past few days. When martial artists gather together and share the common goal of training Hanon, the energy they unleash is enormous. Everyone enters a state of euphoria, and since it's all beneficial to Hanon, they simply bombard her with cramming-style instruction wave after wave. Everyone wants to join in the fun, and since they didn't refuse the previous group, why would they refuse the next? So it turned into something like a "New Year's Eve party" or a "graduation party."

Speaking of "graduation," Kanon's trip was somewhat like a "graduation trip." The intense training these past few days had been meaningful, even significant. While everyone's enthusiasm was boundless, the principles of martial arts were very real. No one in the world was as lucky as Kanon to receive guidance and sparring from such an all-star lineup of martial artists. If a few days ago Kanon felt a bit apprehensive about facing Musashi, considering it a 50/50 match with an uncertain future, then now Kanon was confident that she could defeat Musashi and send him to his grave!

Hmm, speaking of Musashi...

Strolling through the streets of Akihabara, Kanon took out her phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Ryo? How's the thing I asked you to do going? You haven't replied for the past few days. Have you been distracted by looking at girls again?"

"Thump—" A loud bang came from the other end of the phone. It seemed that City Hunter Ryo Saeba had been hit on the head by his partner, Ash's, hammer.

However, with A-Xiang nearby, someone continued talking on the phone with Hua-Yin: "Oh, A-Xiang~ You and A-Liao are still so close. My matter... is it done? Yes, thank you so much! Then let's do it as we agreed before..."

After finishing her business, Hanon was about to hang up the phone when a commotion broke out on the other end, and Ryo Saeba became the speaker.

Hanon asked curiously, "Ryo, is there something else you need from me? Huh? You said Musashi went into the sewers? Okay, thanks, I'll go check it out."

Author's Note: Let me recommend another book, "Half an Acre of Night Talk." This author seems to have quite a literary ambition; it feels like a collection of short stories and novellas. Also, yesterday's big treasure chest was quite amazing.

Section 858, Chapter 849: Musashi of the Sewers

For every input, there is output. From a biological perspective, whether one is a sage or a fool, everyone is a poop-producing machine. The history of human civilization can be seen as the history of the development of many things, including the continuous evolution of the sewer system.

Ancient cities were notorious for their foul odors, and the backwardness of their sewage systems was the biggest constraint on their size. However, with the booming development of water supply and drainage engineering in modern society and the gradual improvement of sewage systems, cities have been able to break through the limitations of the past and develop to an extremely large scale.

A good sewer system is essential for a megacity. Conversely, the sewer systems of any international metropolis in the world are engineering feats, crisscrossing like a maze, encompassing everything and containing all sorts of wonders. Honestly, why would a truly dedicated person bother with tomb raiding? Just go into the sewers and you'll find yourself in a real-life tomb raiding maze... if you can stand the smell.

Humans find it hard to tolerate foul odors, so most people will never walk through a sewer in their lifetime. The workers working in the sewer system deserve our respect as they contribute to the well-being of many.

However, just because humans can't tolerate the environment of the sewers doesn't mean other creatures can't. Almost every city has similar urban legends, such as crocodiles abandoned by their owners and thrown into the sewers, deadly snakes abandoned by their owners, hordes of rats... Well, mermaids in the sewers are fake, but at least in Kanon's world, sewer crocodiles, snakes, and rats are real.

Tokyo's sewers are vast and complex, each a self-contained world, home to many creatures for years, including some powerful and deadly. However, a few months ago, a terrifying demon appeared. It appeared human, yet showed no regard for the sewer's stench and germs. Its body was incredibly strong, devouring all living things, even strangling a colossal crocodile that had ruled the sewers for a long time.

That "devil" is Piccolo. Although he can eat countless cloned dinosaur meat at Dr. Payne's, the wild and untamed Piccolo still prefers to "hunt for himself." After a short period of adaptation, a large area of ​​the Tokyo sewers is now Piccolo's territory!

However, today an uninvited guest arrived in Pike's territory—not some new ferocious beast, but another human.

This guy is as terrifying as Pikachu. The venomous snakes, pythons, and rats that roam the road have all suffered. Anyone who dares to attack him is instantly killed. In the end, the rats learned their lesson and, after discovering that this human doesn't eat what he kills, they started to follow him and feast on the dead snakes and crocodiles that didn't care...

This feast for the rats didn't last long, because soon, the true king of the sewers arrived.

"Oh, you've come~" The intruder turned around and saw Miyamoto Musashi, the greatest swordsman in Japanese history. He looked at the tall savage standing behind him and said, "Pico, have you grown taller again?" Before Pico could answer, Musashi turned his head to the side and muttered to himself, "Hey, that's natural, after all, you've eaten so much."

As far as Musashi could see, there were mountains of white bones, all snake bones, fish bones, crocodile bones, and rat skeletons from the sewers.

Pea has a huge appetite, and it's not unusual for him to eat so much in a few months. But the sight of mountains of bones is too shocking for ordinary people. No one else could be as calm as Musashi—he was also a ruthless killer who had seen countless corpses!

Musashi and Pike sat side by side without speaking—Pike couldn't speak civilized language either, but neither did they make a move. The two were surprisingly harmonious. Perhaps communicating with fists is indeed the romance of humankind. Even though they were separated by millions of years, Pike and Musashi, who had sparred, had become good friends. Pike even flirtatiously offered Musashi some brain matter left on an animal skull.

Musashi was not afraid. He opened his mouth and ate, and after eating, he exclaimed, "Very good!"

Seeing Musashi's praise, Pi got even more excited and pulled out a bunch of large intestines...

The smell was too strong. Musashi wasn't the eighth brother after all, and he couldn't handle it. He could only pack it up and prepare to cook it over a fire on the ground before eating it.

"Ahem, let's get down to business." No longer pretending to be a gourmet, Musashi sat cross-legged facing Pico: "I heard from Tokugawa that you also came to this world from the distant past. We have similar circumstances, so I wanted to come and talk to you."

A conversation? Pike can't speak! Yet Musashi still spoke, pouring out his heart to Pike, a long monologue of his inner thoughts. Suddenly appearing in modern society, a world where one can no longer rise through the ranks by killing, even a swordsman like Miyamoto Musashi would feel uneasy. This feeling had nowhere to go, and Pike was perhaps the only possible confidant!

Pi couldn't understand or respond, but since it was all said out loud, Musashi felt a little better.

In fact, Pike had some sense of things. He guessed Musashi's emotions, expressions, and auxiliary movements, not from language, and his accuracy was quite high.

Hmm, this guy who looks like a giant poisonous insect probably told a glorious hunting story. Pike didn't know how to respond; he didn't even have the concept of clapping. Maybe he could dance a little? He did have a victory dance, though.

But Musashi didn't wait for him to dance. She packed up the fresh intestines, stood up, and was about to leave.

But after taking only two steps, another figure appeared in the sewer.

"It turns out that even Miyamoto Musashi could feel confused and fearful."

"Oh, little girl!"

The person who came was, of course, Hanon. She pinched her nose, clearly uncomfortable with the sewer environment: "Pico, are you primitive people really this brave? Showing off your wildness doesn't mean you have to live in such a terrible environment, does it?"

Pico was still staring blankly with wide eyes. He didn't understand Musashi or Kanon, but he could sense that Kanon's aura was completely locked onto Musashi, and he was just a bystander.

Sure enough, Musashi frowned: "Little girl, did you hear what I just said?"

"The latter half, when you talked about feeling lonely, lost, empty, and afraid." Hanon paused, released her grip on her nose, and took a breath. "Tsk tsk, even the mighty Miyamoto Musashi has these feelings. It would shock a lot of people if he said it out loud~"

Faced with Kanon's taunts, Musashi simply replied, "That doesn't stop me from killing people."

"Right, that might be true on a psychological level, but what about on a physiological level?" Hanon narrowed her eyes, staring intently at Musashi, especially his right arm: "Your hand is healed?"

Musashi reiterated, "That doesn't stop me from killing people."

"Alright, alright." Kanon shrugged. "Then let's wish each other a bright future... Hmm?" She waited a moment, and when Musashi didn't speak, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to ask how my injuries are?"

“I don’t need to ask.” Musashi revealed a strange expression, a mixture of surprise, excitement, pleasure and appreciation: “The fact that you were able to listen to what I had to say without being discovered by me and Piko says it all.”

Author's Note: There will be another chapter in a little while.

Chapter 850, Section 859: Tonight, it's just you and me.

Musashi and Kanon acknowledged each other's state. Although everything would be revealed the day after tomorrow, it didn't stop them from releasing their "fighting spirit" at this moment. It wasn't anything mysterious; it was just the aura formed by their expressions, spirit, and actions—in other words, a fierce battle.

The two refused to give in, but Pi Ke, who was standing to the side, was a little scared and took a step back.

Regardless of how much less skilled Pike is than Musashi and Kanon, his mentality has never matched that of the top martial artists of the civilized world. Martial artists embody morality, fame, belief, emotion, philosophy, and many other things, while Pike's understanding of combat is simply about eating. This is why he fled in fear during his duel with Musashi. Well, it's not that fighting for food isn't noble, but eating is about survival. If the battle develops in a way that affects survival, you can't expect Pike to charge forward without hesitation.

He could only watch from the sidelines.

While being intimidated by their imposing presence, Pico couldn't help but feel curious. Both the "fragrant female" and the "male resembling a giant poisonous insect" were incredibly powerful. He had experienced excruciating pain, bloodshed, exhaustion, and fear with both of them. He wondered which of the two was stronger.

Well, we'll see the day after tomorrow. After a brief standoff, Musashi and Kanon simultaneously released their energy. Musashi stepped away, and Kanon made no attempt to stop him. But as they passed each other, Kanon whispered, "Coming to a strange world, I've experienced loneliness, confusion, emptiness, and fear too."

"Hmm?" Musashi looked at Hanon with slight surprise. He didn't believe that this young girl could have any profound understanding of life.

"Ah, I'm someone who's died once too."

"Oh, I've heard Tokugawa tell you your story in detail. It was an accident, wasn't it?"

Musashi clearly misunderstood, thinking that Kanon was referring to the tragic car accident that had happened to her body before, but she didn't intend to explain in detail, and was happy that Musashi had made a mistake. What she really wanted to tell Musashi was: "My experience is that you need to have some ties in order to truly live in the new world, and you need to let go of certain things from the past in order to move towards a brand new tomorrow."

"Heh, are you telling me to abandon my sword?" Musashi laughed, but shook his head. "I've said it before, I understand that in this era, you can't get ahead just by killing people, but I just love slashing!"

Kanon rolled her eyes: "Why don't you go do demolition work—" But her rant was interrupted by Musashi: "I can give up swords. In ancient times, before I died of old age, I was already trying to reach the state of 'no sword.' But I will not give up killing people. I will just hide the sword in my heart. I can give up the sword, but I absolutely cannot not use it."

"Hmph, clinging to the past..." Musashi's answer was something Kanon had already anticipated, so it wasn't surprising, but she couldn't help feeling regret: "Someone like you is indeed not suited to live in this world. I will do everything in my power to 'kill' you the day after tomorrow."