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"Hahahaha..." Musashi laughed loudly, looking up at the drainpipe dripping with sewage, but his heroic spirit was genuine: "I will follow my own path, and I will have no regrets in my life. I will cut down the drainpipe, no matter when or where."

Hanon narrowed her eyes and raised her head slightly, looking down at Musashi with arrogance: "Although you're setting a flag, I still wish you a wonderful battle, after all, opportunities are few and far between."

"Flag? What's that?" Modern Japanese has many foreign loanwords, and Musashi had no idea what "flag" was, but he didn't ask any questions and strode away from the sewer.

Hanon didn't linger a moment longer. She and Pi had nothing to talk about, and the environment in the sewers was simply unbearable. The sun was setting, and dusk was approaching; Hanon needed to find somewhere to go…

Just as she told Musashi, whether they are transmigrators from parallel universes or ancient times, if they want to truly live in the new world, they must abandon some old views, get used to some new environments and ideas, build bonds with the people and things here, influence each other, form a balance, and while being changed by the world, they also change the world.

Kanon finds new family and friendship in the new world, and naturally, she also falls in love—she goes to Miho's house.

"Kanain."

"Mieino."

When the two met, they didn't need to say much; a single glance was enough to convey everything.

Originally, Kanon and Miho were just friends who met at a small gathering of rich kids. Through finding fighters for Miho, they gradually became friends, best friends, and lovers. Kanon also embarked on the path of a fighter. It can be said that everything is the beginning and the end, and in the end, it is only you and me.

Miho's house was also very large, with a Japanese-style garden. She and Kanon sat side by side on the floor under the eaves, watching the sunset. The stars filled the night sky and shone brightly with the moon.

"I heard about it. Everyone's been going to practice with you these past few days."

"Oh dear, I'm exhausted, that's why I skipped home today."

"After all, we can only rely on you to deal with Miyamoto Musashi, and everyone has high expectations for you."

"Yes, I appreciate your kindness. I am indeed very lucky. I'm afraid no one in the world has ever been able to receive so many powerful martial artists as sparring partners at the same time. I will definitely repay everyone in the future!"

“I think the best reward for everyone is for you to defeat Musashi successfully…” Miho suddenly threw herself into Kanon’s arms, her voice trembling with tears: “Kanon, we still have so many things to do in the future, so many things to experience. In the future, in the future… we must have a ‘future’!”

It would be a lie to say she wasn't worried. Hanon was going to face Miyamoto Musashi! Hanon, being Chinese, might not feel so bad, but in the hearts of the Japanese, Musashi was an invincible war god. Now her beloved was going to challenge this war god; swords have no eyes, and Hanon's life was in danger. How could Miho not be afraid?

Her gaze softened, and Kanon gently patted Miho's head: "Silly girl, I'm prepared. Nothing will happen. You're right, we still have many stories to write together."

After saying that, Kanon lowered her head and kissed Mihono's forehead.

“It’s not just the two of us.” Mihoko remained nestled in Kanon’s arms, twisting her body and burrowing even deeper, whispering, “Garuda is also there.”

"Huh? Garuda?" Hanon blinked. It was unusual for Miho to bring up this "love rival": "What's wrong with her?"

“I called her too.” Miho’s voice trailed off. “You’re about to go deal with Miyamoto Musashi, and I…I’m so scared…so I called her to come and keep you company tonight…in bed…in bed…”

Miho's voice was too soft for even someone as perceptive as Kanon to hear clearly, but what she said earlier was explosive enough, making Kanon blush and her heart race: "Um, although I should be happy, but you suddenly implied this..."

Before Kanon could finish speaking, the door behind her and Mihono suddenly opened, and Garuda's youthful, athletic, and fiery body pounced from behind, wrapping his arms around Kanon's neck: "Kanon! I'm here! I love you so much~"

"Garuda, we... Huh?" Hanon was shocked and tried to break free from Garuda, but found that Garuda's arms around her neck were not gentle at all, but were getting tighter and harder: "Cough, cough cough, Garuda, I can't... breathe..."

"That's how it should be~" Garuda breathed sweet fragrance into Hanon's ear, while Miho was still in Hanon's arms. The scene was very erotic and beautiful, but Hanon's actual feeling was not like that.

"I'm sorry, Kanon." Miho looked up, her eyes watery as she stared at Kanon. "I know you're tired of everyone's sparring partners, but I was really worried about sparring with Musashi, so I called Garuda to practice your sleeping techniques with you all night. This is your weakest technique, and you haven't practiced it much because you don't like sparring with men. But if your opponent is Garuda, you'll definitely be fine."

"Eh?" Kanon's eyes rolled back from being squeezed so tightly that she could only make simple sounds.

Miho wiped away her tears: "These are extraordinary times and special circumstances. How could I let jealousy ruin everything! So please practice with Garuda to your heart's content. Even if things go wrong and something happens, I don't care... Garuda, I'm leaving the rest to you."

"Don't worry, Miss Miho, we're just doing normal bedroom exercises. Like you said, these are extraordinary times, and we don't have time to worry about anything else." Garuda said as she wrapped her legs around Hanon's waist, locking them tightly.

"Hey, Kanon, don't hold back. Tonight, unleash all your skills and practice your bedroom techniques with me~"

"Huh?"

"Even if I'm beaten unconscious by you and can't fight anymore, Grandpa still values ​​your duel with Musashi. He's sent several of the clan's best fighters as reserves. Even if I'm no longer able to fight, you can still practice your striking techniques with them."

"Huh?"

"And Lei An, although he keeps saying he wants to kill you, he actually volunteered to be your sparring partner."

"Huh?" This string of words completely bewildered Hanon. She finally managed to squeeze some space out of her neck, took a breath of fresh air, and then let out a soul-searching scream—

"Eh eh eh eh eh eh -"

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit late; I wrote a lot more in the second half, hehe~ I hope you all can enjoy that scene. Tomorrow we'll go straight to the duel with Musashi, but after all this build-up, the actual fight with Musashi won't be very long... I guess, since I'm only estimating right now.

Section 860, Chapter 851: The Kind Sword

Today, the weather is fine and sunny during the day, and a cool breeze blows at night. The stars and moon shine on the earth, and the cicadas chirp and sing in the treetops. It is simply the most ideal summer scenery.

A perfect midsummer night can lull one into a dream.

Today is also the day when Hanako will face off against Miyamoto Musashi.

Tokyo Dome was not hosting any events and had long since closed and turned off its lights, yet a large number of people still flocked inside. Naturally, they were the audience for tonight, their destination the underground. Among the crowd were wealthy elites who arrived in luxury cars, tall and imposing martial arts practitioners, and even some fighting enthusiasts who had followed Tokugawa Mitsunari for decades. Now, they had all gathered here, awaiting a dream duel that would surely become legendary.

As they walked toward the audience seats of the underground arena, people discussed the match. However, the relative strengths of Kanon and Musashi had already been discussed extensively in various settings, with opinions varying on who would win. There was no point in discussing it now, and the discussions often ended in silence, with everyone filled with curiosity about the outcome of the battle.

Anyway, there will definitely be a result tonight, and everyone is here to witness it.

"The audience has all entered." In the spacious reception room, there were only two people present: the host, Tokugawa Mitsunari, and one of the main characters of the evening, Miyamoto Musashi.

Tokugawa sat opposite Musashi with a solemn expression and a slight frown, but after saying one sentence, he fell silent.

Musashi, on the other hand, seemed very relaxed, raising an eyebrow: "You have something on your mind?"

"...I wonder how well Miss Hanon is preparing and how her recovery is going." After a long silence, Tokugawa said this.

At least this old geezer still has some humanity left and knows to care about Huayin.

But his lack of concern for Musashi drew another complaint from the peerless swordsman: "Hey, you don't even ask me if I'm ready or fully recovered?"

Tokugawa smiled wryly: "You've been living in my house all this time, and I've seen your right hand recover completely. How could you still have doubts? As for whether you're ready to fight... it would be too foolish to ask Miyamoto Musashi that question."

"Oh my, Tokugawa, you've always been so understanding~" Musashi was delighted; Tokugawa had clearly mastered how to communicate with him.

"Yes, I have always been very understanding." Tokugawa smiled, but actually he had been smiling bitterly, with worry hidden behind his smile—he was worried about Musashi and also about Kanon. It would be fine if it was just a matter of winning or losing, but if it was a matter of life and death, the loss of either one would be unbearable.

But things still had to be done, and the duel had to be fought. Tokugawa was like a drug addict, knowing that the road ahead was hell but still rushing to his death, knowing that one of the two tigers would be injured in the fight but still pushing for this earth-shattering battle.

Looking at the cheerful Musashi, a conflicted Tokugawa couldn't help but feel a little resentful. He asked in a huff, "Five days ago, after you made a duel with Miss Kanon, you asked me to find you a good sword to match 'Nameless Golden Heavy' on your way home. For the past five days, you've been wandering around with your injuries, as if you don't care about this matter at all. Now that the duel is just around the corner, aren't you going to ask me if I'm ready?"

"Hahaha, just as you don't ask me if I'm ready for battle, I won't ask you if you've prepared what I need." Musashi laughed and stretched out his hand: "You, who are so considerate, must have found a suitable weapon. I'll take it from you."

"Ah, as expected of Miyamoto Musashi, so frank!" Tokugawa shook his head. In terms of spirit, he couldn't compare to Musashi. He could only obediently take out the famous sword he had prepared from under the cushion behind him, hold it with both hands, and hand it to Musashi.

"Oh?" Musashi looked at the famous sword in his hand. It was of ancient and simple material, about an arm's length long, with the inscription "Changguang" engraved on the blade. The patterns were chaotic, and it had a faint fragrance, exuding a warm and elegant aura. It was clearly a weapon of countless battles, but its ferocity was completely suppressed. It was sharp, but it did not make people feel threatened.

Musashi's eyes lit up—he recognized the sword, he had even seen it before: "It's the Great Perfection Long Light! It has survived to this era!"

"Good eye! It is indeed the Great Hannya Nagamitsu." Tokugawa was very proud and boasted, "This sword is now designated as a national treasure and enshrined in a museum. However, what others do not know is that the one exhibited at the Tokyo National Museum is only a replica. During the Taisho era, it was collected by Itō Miyoji. During the Great Kanto Earthquake, it was buried under the rubble. It was at that time that our Tokugawa ancestors acquired it... No, that's not right. It should be said that it was returned to its rightful owner. The Great Hannya Nagamitsu was originally given to his son-in-law Okudaira Nobumasa by our ancestor Tokugawa Ieyasu during the Battle of Nagashino. After that, it passed through the hands of the common people."

"Ha, this sword wasn't forged by Tokugawa Ieyasu. Ashikaga Yoshiteru, Miyoshi Nagayoshi, and Oda Nobunaga all used it." Musashi didn't even look up, but his words left Tokugawa Mitsunari speechless.

Tokugawa, trying to show off, met his match and was humiliated. After a long pause, he finally said, "Ahem, alright, alright, are you satisfied with this sword?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, of course I'm satisfied." Musashi exclaimed repeatedly, his eyes and hands never leaving the Great Hannya Long Light sword. What he saw wasn't just a famous sword, but a sea of ​​gold and silver: "Having a treasure forged from six hundred kan in my hand, truly making me stand out, truly making me stand out!"

The sword "Daipanja Nagako" got its name because the "Sword Master Shogun" Ashikaga Yoshiteru spent a full 600 kan (a unit of currency) to forge it, exactly the same number as the 600 volumes of the Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra. 600 kan, converted to today's currency, is approximately 120 million yen, about 7.9 million yuan, or 1.1 million US dollars—an astronomical price for a weapon. Keep in mind that at the time, this sword wasn't a Japanese national treasure and lacked the historical and cultural significance associated with it. How would we feel if we spent 8 million yuan to forge an everyday kitchen knife today?

Musashi's reaction startled Tokugawa again. Even though he already knew Musashi was a greedy man, it was hard to accept that a swordsman who had roamed the world was acting like a money-grubber: "Musashi..."

Before he could finish speaking, Musashi waved his hand at Tokugawa: "You don't need to say anything, your meaning is already in the sword."

Tokugawa was stunned, but Musashi knew what he was going to say.

“The Great Perfection Long Light is named after the Buddhist scriptures and originally has the meaning of compassion. After passing through many hands, all of them were powerful and wealthy families, and it has long since developed a leisurely and noble air. This is not a sword for killing.” Musashi said, “Its sharpness and toughness are beyond doubt, but you sent it to me to fight, which means you do not want me to kill Ye Huayin.”

"Ahhh..." Tokugawa's thoughts had been completely guessed, and he truly felt as if he had been stripped naked. In the end, he could only stammer, "Is this feasible?"

"Tokugawa." Musashi toyed with his newly acquired famous sword, even drawing his own "Nameless Golden Heavy," wielding both swords with practiced ease. "Do you know what I saw in Ye Hanon?"

Author's Note: The opening chapters are two in total. There will be a little follow-up and the battle will begin in the next chapter. Please be patient, see you in a bit.

Section 861, Chapter 852: I find Hanayone to be very charming

What exactly was Miyamoto Musashi's opinion of Hanane?

Tokugawa Mitsunari had asked this question before, but Musashi had always been evasive and had not given a direct answer. Now that he was taking the initiative to answer, there must be a deeper meaning behind it, which also aroused Tokugawa Mitsunari's curiosity—he really wanted to know the answer!

"What? What?" Tokugawa clenched his fists in front of his chest, as excited as a teenage girl meeting her idol in person, almost fainting. Whether or not Ye Hanon was killed, whether or not the famous sword belonged to the Tokugawa family, the Metropolitan Police Department's reprimand for Musashi's murder—all of that was thrown to the winds at this moment. It must be said that this was Tokugawa Mitsunari's weakness; once it involved a fight between highly skilled martial artists, he was like a madman.

But Miyamoto Musashi remained calm throughout: "Heh, she's a beauty."

Musashi often had special perceptions of other warriors. For example, when he met Yujiro Hanma, the "strongest creature in the world," he reportedly saw a golden road leading to the heavens; when he met Takeki Shibukawa, he could see a field of flowers; he said that Doppo Guji was a dessert that could be enjoyed before a meal; and after his battle with Bando, he told Tokugawa that Yohei Bando was a very well-cooked snake soup...

But in his eyes, Hana was just...a beauty?

So Tokugawa was stunned: "Huh? A beautiful woman?" But then his eyes lit up and he realized: "I see. Just like when Yujiro saw you before, you said you saw the golden road to heaven, and asked him what seeing you meant. He said, 'With Miyamoto Musashi in front of me, how can I see anything else?' Just like how you regard Yohane as your highest-level opponent, so you only have eyes for her..."

To Tokugawa's surprise, Miyamoto Musashi looked blank and said, "Huh? What are you talking about, Tokugawa? I don't understand at all."

"Huh? Eh?" Tokugawa Mitsunari was having a good time when he was interrupted and immediately went into a daze.

Musashi casually said, "Every time I see her, I see an absolutely stunning woman, heavily made up, with a beauty that could topple kingdoms. She is probably the most beautiful woman in the world. That's why I'm very careful and polite to her."

Hanon is beautiful, perhaps even stunningly beautiful, but heavy makeup? The most beautiful person in the world? Isn't that a bit much? Tokugawa was puzzled: "Who? Hanon? She's not..."

“I know she doesn’t look like this,” Musashi replied, “but this is how she appears to me.”

"I want to rise above others. I crave fame, money, good food, and women, so I consider a good opponent to be one of these things. I've never seen such a strong woman before, so the only one who can make me fantasize about her is Yoko. But you have to understand this, Tokugawa: the illusion of women is no more appealing than fame, fortune, and good food. That little girl is just an interesting opponent to me." As he spoke, Musashi suddenly trembled his hands, and the two famous swords, "Unnamed Golden Heavy" and "Great Perfection Nagako," were simultaneously sheathed, but only emitted a long murmur. Musashi's hand speed was too precise and fast; the two swords were sheathed at the exact same time. It turned out that in that short moment, he had already figured out the characteristics of the Great Perfection Nagako.

Musashi then stood up and walked towards the door: "No matter who the opponent is, I will kill them without hesitation."

The implication was clear: no matter how hard Tokugawa tried to persuade him, Musashi would still kill Kanon if he wanted to.

Looking at the empty doorway after Musashi's departure, Tokugawa Mitsunari fell silent.