I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

As expected by Miyamoto Musashi, Fico came up with full firepower, determined to take advantage of Musashi's illness to kill him!

However, facing Fico's fierce attack, Miyamoto Musashi lost his previous agility. Instead, he ate ramen very slowly, as if he had run out of energy.

By the time Fico was finishing his third bowl, Miyamoto Musashi had just finished his first bowl!

If the game continues at this pace, Miyamoto Musashi will undoubtedly lose!

"...What on earth does this busty woman want to do?"

Even Oda Nobunaga, who had been unconscious before, had regained consciousness. She looked at Miyamoto Musashi and couldn't figure out how she could reverse the game.

If the intention was to give someone a taste of their own medicine, then shouldn't Miyamoto Musashi's dirty tricks have been revealed at this moment?

After all, according to the full speed momentum of this southern barbarian, he is about to finish his fifth bowl!

But Miyamoto Musashi didn't take any action yet!

What tactics did Miyamoto Musashi hide?

Could it be a carriage ticket home?

After all, according to the current progress of the game, unless Miyamoto Musashi kills the three-time champion Fico on the spot, no tricks can stop his crazy desire to eat.

But Miyamoto Musashi's two swords had already been pawned at the counter, so even if he killed and robbed them, he wouldn't be able to succeed, right?

Could it be an advanced mental method?

No sword in hand but a sword in the heart?

Relying on mental attacks to kill the Nanman Triple Crown Champion on the spot?

No matter how much Oda Nobunaga and Axue worried about Miyamoto Musashi, it could not affect the outcome of this eating contest, as the balance of victory had already tilted towards Fico.

Miyamoto Musashi had only finished his third bowl, and Fico had already finished his eighth bowl!

A difference of five bowls!

Just like the gap between Fico and Miyamoto Musashi before, this game progress that is almost half a circle behind, there is no hope of turning the tables!

Miyamoto Musashi...is this how he's going to be defeated?!

"Well?!"

Just when the game reached the ninth bowl, Fico suddenly stopped eating.

The barbarian's face turned extremely pale, and he suddenly felt a strong nausea in his stomach, as if he had eaten a fly. The huge amount of food was about to flow back into his throat and he began to vomit!

Fico tried his best to suppress the urge to regurgitate, but his eating volume and speed were inevitably affected.

Miyamoto Musashi took the opportunity to eat bowls of ramen faster and tried to catch up quickly.

"What the hell happened?! Player Fico actually slowed down!"

The commentator is still delivering.

"Could it be that the previous speed was just a flash in the pan? Now Fico is suffering the consequences?!"

The southern barbarian tried his best to finish the ninth bowl of ramen, but when facing the last bowl of ramen, Fico felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

He could barely finish this last bowl of food!

He struggled, trying to overcome the pain, but his efforts seemed futile.

And at this moment, Fico finally caught a glimpse of the extremely twisted and sinister smile on Miyamoto Musashi's lips.

"Plan pass!"

"Nani?!"

Fico finally realized that his current physical discomfort was definitely caused by the interference caused by Miyamoto Musashi!

But where does it all begin?

From the beginning to the end of the match, Miyamoto Musashi clearly didn't touch me at all...?!

"Haven't you figured out this simple trick yet? Triple Crown winner!"

Miyamoto Musashi ate his ramen slowly, and finally began to explain to the sweating Fico in a condescending manner.

"Everything stems from your request for a rematch. In other words, the moment you request a rematch, the match is over."

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi's elegant and calm posture of eating noodles, Fico realized at this time that the woman's previous pretending of being at the end of her strength was all fake!

Miyamoto Musashi did not intend to decide the winner within ten bowls, but hoped that Fico would be tortured by this pain and surrender!

That's why she pretended to be unable to eat anymore, in order to deceive Fico's eyes, making him think that his advantage was extremely huge and continue to eat ramen like crazy!

Could it be that.......

Is the problem in the ramen?!

"Yes, the reason you lost is exactly why you requested a rematch."

Miyamoto Musashi took out a box of pills from his arms.

"This thing is called [Bingliang Pill]! It's the emergency food that ninjas take when they're on missions! It tastes extremely unpleasant and disgusting, but once a ninja takes one Bingliang Pill, they can go three days and three nights without eating anything!"

Miyamoto Musashi smiled coldly.

"In other words, I had already secretly put the Bingliang pills into each of your bowls of ramen the moment you requested a rematch!"

"How is that possible? According to what you said, the smell of this Bingliangwan is extremely unpleasant. Then I should have discovered the trap when I ate my first bowl of ramen!"

Fico was sweating coldly and he held on to his knees and covered his stomach to avoid falling down.

After all, according to Miyamoto Musashi, he has now eaten nine bowls of ramen, which means that there are nine military pills that are expanding wildly in his stomach!

One Bingliang Pill is equivalent to three days of food, which means -

In just a moment, this southern barbarian had eaten a full month's worth of food for a normal person!

"Fico, you said before that the ramen was cooked too quickly and you simply couldn't stand that soulless ramen."

Miyamoto Musashi sighed.

"From that moment on, I knew that you weren't participating in the eating contest just to enjoy the food. You were only here to win the championship!"

"So I'm betting—"

"I bet you won't even bother savoring the ramen at the noodle shop right now during the finals. You'll just gobble it up whole and waste the food!"

Miyamoto Musashi looked down at the triple crown champion. He covered his stomach and his eyes finally revealed despair.

"You lost! Triple Crown!"

"You failed because you lost the original intention of enjoying delicious food! You failed because you became a puppet obsessed with winning or losing!"

“Damn Japanese…!!”

The barbarian roared unwillingly, and the next moment he could no longer hold it in, and rushed into the toilet outside the stadium!

With the triple champion leaving the venue without permission, the eating contest finally came to an end.

"The victory is decided!"

"The winner is—Shinmen Musashi no Kami Fujiwara no Genshin!!"

Chapter 56: Even Ninjas Need to Say Hello

[This eating contest ended with Miyamoto Musashi's complete victory.]

[As a reward for winning the fifth competition, you thought you would receive a large amount of silver for your travel expenses.]

[I didn’t expect the final reward to be——]

[Lifetime free tickets to Ichiraku Ramen and a chance to visit the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to witness the Buddha's ascension.]

"Tsk, what good are these ramen tickets for?"

Oda Nobunaga was worried for a moment when he held the ticket with ramen printed on it.

She had originally thought that the champion of this eating contest would earn a lot of money, which would at least be enough to cover the travel expenses for the three of them to travel to Luoyang.

How can this be called traveling?

Isn’t it still a budget trip?

"But Ichiraku Ramen is a nationwide chain, so at least I won't have to worry about food and drink on the road."

Miyamoto Musashi was extremely happy.

After all, she won the championship in one fell swoop, defeated the stubborn southern barbarians, and she will never have to go hungry again.

There couldn't be a more perfect ending than this.

"Blind man! Let's go! Time to get back the pawned weapons!"

Miyamoto Musashi waved to Axue in the distance, but saw the Shura in white stepped forward and stopped Master Wukong who was about to leave.

"Master, may I ask if the Buddhahood in the flesh that you claim to have achieved in Wanfo Temple is real?"

Master Wukong was stunned, but when he saw that Axue opposite him was also a monk, he clasped his hands together and lowered his brows and answered.

"The merits of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are immeasurable. In such a feng shui location, anyone who practices Buddhist scriptures can attain Buddhahood in their physical body."

"But I heard that you are the holy monk who will attain Buddhahood in the flesh tomorrow."

Axue really didn't want to say anything too decisive.

After all, using the perception of Observation Haki to detect the life breath of Master Wukong, he was really too strong.

To become a Buddha in the flesh, to put it nicely is called nirvana, and to put it bluntly is not it just going to the Western Paradise after death?

"...Is it true that Master Wukong, despite his young age, has completely renounced worldly affairs?"

After these words were spoken, Master Wukong fell silent.

He still clasped his hands together, but his palms began to tremble continuously.

Master Wukong, sweating coldly, replied confidently:

"Although I am young, I am the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi and I am well versed in Buddhist teachings. This year is the day I was chosen to become a Buddha. The Buddha is calling me back..."

"Hasn't Jin Chanzi already gone to the Western Paradise to obtain the true scriptures, achieved enlightenment, and been named the Sandalwood Merit Buddha by Tathagata?"

Axue, who is well-versed in Buddhist scriptures, directly exposed the loopholes in Master Wukong's answer.

Master Wukong was stunned, then he took out his Buddhist beads and started spinning them frantically.

"Golden Chanzi was banished to the Tang Dynasty by Tathagata for his disrespect for Buddhism. However, he went to the Western Paradise and obtained a fake sutra, so Golden Chanzi was reincarnated in Japan. I am that Golden Chanzi! I am that Golden Chanzi!!"

Seeing that Master Wukong was becoming extremely agitated, Ah Xue quickly tried to comfort him, saying, "Master, perhaps my study of the scriptures is biased. Please don't be like this..."

"You, you can come to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple tomorrow to witness our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple's living Buddha and my consecration ceremony. You, you must stop talking nonsense here and disturbing my Buddha's heart!!"

"...Mage, I'm worried about you. If you have any questions, please tell me."

Axue grabbed Master Wukong's trembling hands and spoke gently.

"I am a monk from Linquan Temple at the foot of Kasugayama Castle. My master is the highly acclaimed monk Tianshi Guangyu. I am your companion, Master."

"...What's your name?"

Master Wukong felt the warmth of Axue's hand and listened to his calm voice, and finally calmed down.

"Just call me Axue."

"Master Axue..."

An extremely complicated struggle flashed across Wukong's face, but he finally gritted his teeth, shook off Axue's hand, and ran away!

"I, I don't want to become a Buddha!!!"

Hearing the miserable cry of Master Wukong before he left, Axue's heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. She stood there in a daze for a long time, unable to speak.

What kind of state of mind would make a monk who has been deeply influenced by Buddhism say, "I don't want to become a Buddha"?

"If you don't want to become a Buddha, why not just return to secular life?"

Miyamoto Musashi obviously heard the conversation between Axue and Wukong, and complained with his head in his hands.

"By the way, blind man, your name is Xue? What a girly name! And you were born in Kasugayama Castle? Isn't that the main city of Echigo Province?"