As expected, Hohoin Yinshun still couldn't convince himself, and Musashi also looked aggrieved and couldn't explain clearly.
At this time, the sky became dark again.
"...It seems that there is no time for us to continue arguing."
Hohowon Yinshun picked up his Jumonji Gun with a sharp look in his eyes.
"It's useless to say more. Instead of continuing to argue with you, I'd rather let you take a look at my sword and then judge whether I am a new Musashi."
Musashi puffed up his cheeks and looked quite unconvinced.
"Huh? Hahaha - Okay, then I'll leave the one on the left to Mr. Musashi!"
Treasure Court Yinshun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and took an attack stance.
"Of course! Let's compete based on how many evil spirits we kill!"
Musashi also took up his stance and rushed out in an instant.
Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.
The samurai of this era...do they all have muscles in their heads?
I had no choice but to turn around to protect Azao and Tiansuke, and then use my eyes to urge Musashi and Hohoin Yinshun to deal with them quickly.
.......
"here we go again."
Zuo Cun raised his head and looked at the sky with a frown.
The pause in the middle was only less than ten minutes... Why?
The pheasant feathers were unsheathed, and Zuo Cun felt that something was wrong with the world.
Something is very wrong.
Although something was wrong in the first place, what is happening now...
Did something happen? Or...
What dangers are you actually aware of?
Forget it, anyway...
At least we need to find the culprit of this incident first.
As for those so-called heroic swordsmen...although they cannot be killed, if they encounter them, Zuo Cun will still draw his sword without hesitation.
...
"I will never let you—"
Zheng——
Ping!
The length of the weapon still played a decisive role at this moment.
Under the stabbing of the Yinshun Shijiwen Spear of the Treasure House, the last evil spirit died, and the sky became clear again for the third time.
“Really wonderful!”
Musashi lost this duel and couldn't help but admired.
In her opinion, Hohoin Yishun's spear skills can no longer be compared to those of gods and Buddhas. It is simply an art that exists only for fighting.
Each move is a fatal move, every hit is absolutely critical, and both the speed and power are just right.
At this point, Musashi surrendered.
For a martial artist, if you lose, you lose, and there will be no quibbles.
"In your eyes, am I actually like this?"
Treasure Courtyard Yishun showed a thoughtful expression, and then smiled with relief.
"That's it, I understand."
"Ah, no, it's not about your identity, but about my existence as a heroic spirit."
Standing the Jumonji Spear beside him like a Zen staff, Hohoin Yinshun said in a gentle tone.
"I have never been able to confirm whether I am really qualified to become a so-called 'heroic spirit', but after my duel with Lord Musashi, such doubts disappeared."
"At least the poor monk will no longer be troubled by this problem, and... the poor monk also apologizes to you, Mr. Musashi."
He recognized the identity of "New Musashi Mamoru".
"The poor monk will never say such words as 'a mere woman' again."
Musashi also smiled.
Your Excellency Yishun, you are such a straightforward person.
"It seems that Mr. Yooshun has become Musashi's cousin. It is really a matter of 'New Musashi Shou Fujiwara Genshin'." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.
"Yes, I won the competition, but lost the essence. Mr. Musashi, you are indeed the real Miyamoto Musashi."
Now that you have seen the strength, there is no need to worry about it anymore.
...
"Judging from my memory, the poor monk, Lancer Hohowon Yinshun, appeared alone in this world about two days ago."
Now that the debate is over, the next step is naturally the exchange of information.
After communication, it was known that the appearance of Hohoin Yinshun in this place, at least in his own memory, had nothing to do with Chaldea. He would appear in this place as a servant, and he himself did not know why.
Firstly, there is no master, and secondly, there is no mission, so I don’t know what to do.
Moreover, the knowledge he was given was extremely limited. The information he knew was confident that it was the sixteenth year of Kanei's reign under Tokugawa Iemitsu, and as for the location, it was somewhere in the Lower Main Kingdom.
If calculated based on the geography and history that Fujimaru Ritsuka knew, the time was 1639, and the location was actually near Chiba Prefecture.
But at least he can be sure that there must be something wrong with this world.
For example - the black clouds and evil spirits that appeared before.
Although evil spirits did still exist during Iemitsu's reign, they were not as prevalent as mountain bandits.
"Other than these, the only thing the poor monk can feel is the chills on his back, which are always reminding him that 'it is not suitable to stay here for a long time'..."
Gu————
Musashi's stomach let out another wail.
Musashi, who was still very motivated just now, instantly fell into a state of lethargy.
"Sister Musashi is already so hungry that her chest is touching her back. We should go to Grandpa's hermitage quickly. When we get there, there will be rice balls to eat!"
"Well, in that case, let's leave quickly."
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the sky, feeling vaguely...uneasy.
I came to a strange world inexplicably.
There are all kinds of weird things in this world. The sky will become gloomy during the day, and evil spirits will run rampant and harm innocent passers-by.
Here I also met the wonderful Miyamoto Musashi who traveled between worlds, and... a servant, Lancer Hosoin Yinshun.
Thinking from this direction, Fujimaru Ritsuka only feels...
Everything in front of me is becoming more and more "familiar".
That is, one after another "singularity" like what I have experienced before.
So, the Holy Grail exists in this place?
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt something was wrong and uneasy.
...Perhaps, the matter of returning to Chaldea will have to be postponed a little longer.
We must first investigate the anomalies in this place. If the Holy Grail really exists...
"Ritsuka, what are you thinking about? Let's go now!"
After coming back to his senses, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that Azai and Tasuke had taken Musashi and Hohoin Yinshun away.
"Ah, come right away!"
Three steps followed by two steps, Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly caught up.
but--
She seemed to see a shadow on the road in the distance.
The shadow, wearing a bamboo hat, headed in the same direction as them from another road.
Rubbing his eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to see clearly, but——
There was obviously no one on that road.
"strangeness......"
After scratching his head, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care so much and continued to move towards that direction.