"It's really easy to change, it's really wonderful!"
He punched the ground with half of the Jumonji Gun in his hand to support his body. Although there were tears of blood in his eyes, Lancer Purgatorio was still smiling and talking.
"......No."
Facing Lancer Purgatorio's praise, Miyamoto Musashi gently shook his head.
"I did think about it."
"I have thought about ways to defeat you in a real battle with swords and guns. During the escape, I simulated fighting with you countless times in my mind."
"About, thirty-two times."
"I died thirty-one times."
"You are strong, but I have no chance of winning."
"I just have to take advantage of the odds."
"Having said that... I didn't expect that the one who helped me in the end was the knife you described as useless."
She raised the knife in her hand - the [Property Demon Sword] that the knife forger had casually inserted into the ground.
"Haha... In this way, it is really a decisive move. It is indeed such a great asset."
"I really didn't expect...this knife could really cut into my spiritual core that is far away..."
"[Cut in two]."
"Hahaha......"
Yishun's corpse stopped shaking and let out two somewhat difficult laughs.
This is......
Do you feel satisfied...?
The extremely strange and inherent barrier filled with the chilling meaning of crime has disappeared, and everyone reappears in front of Grandpa's thatched hut.
"Aren't you going to do something? He doesn't look dead yet."
The young man who claimed to be a swordsmith and was called "Grandpa" by Azuo asked Musashi.
"I've already killed him."
Musashi replied very briefly.
"Um?"
"Grandpa" finally noticed something was wrong.
"--------Grateful."
Yishun's body has been divided into two halves by a flash of light.
There was also a smile on his face at the very end.
And there's that gleam of clarity behind his eyes.
"Goodbye, Lord Musashi."
Zheng——
Buzz——————
Treasure Courtyard Yishun's body was completely split into two, and then turned into particles in the light and dissipated in place.
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists at some point.
"Your Excellency Yishun..."
"I will definitely, definitely find the culprit of this matter...!"
Watching compassionate people turn into demons, and kind people turning into fear.
How cruel is this?
"Well, that's right."
Watching Yishun disappear and turn into a spirit child, Musashi's eyes still held regret that could not be dissipated.
"This time I really want to say goodbye, Your Excellency Yishun."
"Next time we meet, I will catch up to your level no matter what."
"Until then, please rest in peace, and we will one day continue this duel."
...
Afterwards, the grandfather entertained a group of three people into the thatched hermitage for a short rest.
However - the ones in trouble are Fujimaru Ritsuka and Miyamoto Musashi. As servants who came to this world, Samura would not feel this way.
"It seems that you and they are not the same group."
"You guy, just sitting in that place, the qi is already coming over you."
Throwing aside a handful of failed products, the old man glanced at Zuo Cun, who was sitting outside the thatched hut on the edge of the bamboo fence, and said unceremoniously.
"I don't deny that."
Zuocun took a sip of water and then put it on the ground.
"I am a sin-killer, and I came here just to kill someone."
"Samurai just kill people, isn't that the norm?"
The old man retorted and blocked Zuo Cun's mouth and snorted.
"Don't use those high-sounding hats, just say it directly, are you seeking revenge? Or are you doing it for wealth and power?"
"...For the sake of 'responsibility'."
Zuo Cun shook his head slightly.
"That's a rare answer."
As the old man was selecting jade steel, he raised his head and glanced at the crane feather on Zuo Cun's waist.
"That knife of yours is interesting, is it made of ten thousand forged jade steel?"
"Written by Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu of the third generation, May 17th, the second year of Daosheng Anzheng."
Zuo Cun nodded and told the truth about He He's origins.
"I've never heard of it, but it is indeed a good knife, and if you use it, it won't be considered buried."
"You sent Ah Xiu and Tianshu back to the nunnery. What kind of thank you would you like?"
"First of all, as for the knife, I don't have time to seriously forge it now, so I won't talk about it."
The "grandpa" who calls himself a knifesmith is very impolite in his words. In this respect, he is indeed very "grandpa".
"I have no idea."
Zuo Cun closed his eyes.
"Besides, I didn't escort him all the way. I just met Ritsuka who was running for his life halfway."
"After killing the person I want to kill, I will return to my seat."
"...You guy, it's really hard for me to communicate with you normally."
The old man snorted.
"Forget it, let's wait for those two little girls to wake up - but having said that, she really made me see some good things."
The old man smiled involuntarily.
...
It didn't take long for the sky to get bright.
Musashi was woken up by his stomach growling.
"Speaking of which, if you reverse your schedule day and night, will it be bad for your skin?"
Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was rubbing his eyes, Miyamoto Musashi asked seriously.
Fujimaru Ritsuka:......
This Miss Miyamoto Musashi is completely a woman...
"I'm so hungry that I really wonder how many days you haven't eaten."
"Come on, let's eat."
The old man had already prepared the meal and placed it in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Miyamoto Musashi.
"Wow - this is a reception that far exceeds expectations. Thank you, grandpa!"
She could already call out "Grandpa" to this young face very naturally.
Of course, this may have something to do with the fact that the other party's behavior is very old-fashioned.
Musashi devoured her meal. Although she did appear to be slim, her appetite was indeed quite large. Fortunately, the old man must have noticed this in advance, so he prepared a lot of rice balls.
appearance.
"Ahhhhh - I finally feel alive!"
After eating and drinking enough, Miyamoto Musashi finally felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, and almost lay down on the ground because he was so comfortable.
However, there are more important questions to ask now.
"Speaking of which - grandpa, what's going on with this knife!"
She took out the beating knife she had used yesterday and looked at the old grandpa with bright eyes.
"It's like cutting iron like clay! Plus it feels so light...!"