Returning to the hotel where Xiaoyu stayed, after entering the door, Musashi lay down on the ground.
"Ah, it's Samurai Sister and Samurai Uncle! Welcome back!"
"Well, I'm back. Thank you for welcoming me, Ah Xiu..."
Musashi almost lost the strength to even raise his hand.
"Where are Master and Kotaro?"
Zuo Cun looked at the back of his hand, then smiled and touched Ah Xiu's head.
Although Ah Xiu calls him uncle, Ah Xiu is indeed a lovely child.
"He hasn't come back yet. He seems to have gone to get supplies."
"That's it."
Zuo Cun nodded, indicating that he understood.
There was a long silence.
Musashi suddenly turned his head.
"Your Excellency Zuocun, how did you cut that sword of yours?"
Musashi asked Samura.
"...I can't explain this kind of thing."
Zuo Cun shook his head gently.
"That knife - it's so beautiful."
Musashi sighed and said.
"I can feel it, Mr. Zuocun, that sword of yours has touched the karma of Mr. Ba Gozen."
"That is to say, even without me and the Myojin Kiri Muramasa in my hand, you can still successfully kill Tomoe Gozen."
"I was just a trickster in the middle, using the convenience of weapons to finally kill her."
"No need to belittle yourself, the new Musashi Mamoru."
Zuocun pulled out his crane feather and used the blade to shine into his eyes.
"You're just still a little confused."
"Every samurai will have a period when he cannot see clearly. I am dead and I will not continue to progress - but you are still alive."
"Remember this."
The crane returned to its sheath, Zuo Cun looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a somewhat cold gaze.
"Find your own path before you die."
"After that, it doesn't matter even if you die generously."
Musashi smiled.
"Haha - I know."
"I will definitely find it."
"Although, in terms of so-called 'age', you are later than me, but looking at the present, there is no doubt that you are a further pioneer than me, Mr. Zuomura."
"My dear Musashi, you are back."
After saying this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's head came out of the door and sighed.
She was also holding two cloth bags in her hands, which were full of food.
"Wow - I've been hungry for a long time! Thanks, Ritsuka!"
When he saw the food, both of Musashi's eyes lit up. He pounced on Fujimaru Ritsuka like a hungry tiger, took out a rice ball and started to feast on it.
"Your Excellency Zuocun, thank you for your hard work."
Fuma Kotaro sat in front of Zuomura.
"Where's Miss Danzo?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked left and right for the figure of the hundred-year-old machine girl, but did not see it.
"Well - I saw her when we were outside the city."
Musashi swallowed a mouthful of rice balls and patted his chest, feeling a little strange.
Can you only say that he is worthy of being a ninja? He comes and goes without a trace. If you say you can't find him, you can't find him.
"What about the intelligence investigation? Did you find any other clues?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked again.
Now two of the seven knighted heroic swordsmen have gone, and there are still five knights left. In addition to the five knighted heroic swordsmen and the sorcerer behind them, not many tasks have been completed yet.
"Nothing has been discovered yet, not even any weird transformations. It seems very quiet outside the city and inside the city."
Zuo Cun walked to the window and looked at the bustling street outside and replied.
"Mr. Kotaro, go and share the food we can't finish with the other guests in the hotel."
After Fujimaru Ritsuka kept part of it, he put the other part into Kotaro's hands.
"Yes, lord."
Kotaro also disappeared in an instant, taking the food in his hands with him.
"Kotaro feels much more energetic now. It seems that letting him stay with you is the right decision."
Zuocun glanced back.
Kotaro's spirit base state is still not particularly good, but at least it doesn't have that shaky feeling anymore.
By using abnormal means to travel through space or even time, it may be difficult for the servant's spiritual base to withstand these things.
"According to Mr. Kotaro, the spirit base should have almost adapted to this era."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said while distributing the food.
"So? He can fight?"
Musashi licked the rice from the corner of his mouth.
"Well, it should be fine."
"Master, the food has been sent out, everyone is very happy."
As he said that, Fuma Kotaro had returned and appeared next to Fujimaru Ritsuka like a shadow.
"Although it is information about the main job of a ninja, I am also a servant after all. Even if my combat power is not as good as that of Mr. Samura, I can still be of some use."
Fuma Kotaro is still very confident in his own strength.
After eating and drinking enough, Miyamoto Musashi felt a little itchy.
Samura noticed Musashi's thoughts.
"It's better not to think about such things."
Zuomura turned down Musashi's invitation for a sparring match with a dull face.
"We are still in danger now... If you want to compete, I will naturally accompany you after the matter is over, but now, it is better to focus more on what you are encountering now."
Samura held down Musashi's head.
"Well, okay, okay..."
Musashi gave up angrily.
It is indeed inappropriate to compete now.
“Looking carefully, it’s really getting more and more incredible.”
Fuma Kotaro stood by the window and said.
"The prosperity of this rustic city can be called the second Edo, but why does such a city seem so lackluster in our historical records?"
The streets of the rustic castle town are filled with people coming and going. There are vendors selling goods, sideshows performing, and countless small shops selling all kinds of things.
"This shouldn't be because of the singularity."
Zuo Cun said.
His current views are slightly different from those at the beginning.
"If it were a singularity, this place wouldn't be so peaceful."
"Generally speaking, the composition of the singularity and the location itself are basically caused by malignancy and fall into the singularity, but it is not the case here."
"So, the greater possibility is that this world itself has such a history."
"A history different from our world."
Zuo Cun also picked up a rice ball and took a bite.
"Is it a different world from ours..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka felt...actually there was no difference.
I've seen this kind of scene a lot, so it's not surprising.
At most, I just feel a little sigh in my heart.
"Everyone - come here!"
"I got some big news here!"
At this moment, such a sound came from the street.