Muramasa still didn’t honestly explain what the so-called large flowers without rhizomes meant, or—
He himself didn't know how to explain this.
"That's good."
He said to himself.
"That's it, a flower that attracts attention just by existing."
"Although it's really not bad... it's a big flower blooming in the field. It's a bit unclear, but this description is great. It's worthy of being an old man."
Musashi's face turned red, and he scratched the back of his head with a silly smile.
Although in the end I still don’t know what this means.
"Stop chatting."
The eagle, whose claws were dull, tapped its shoulder with its crane feather.
"This place has never been quiet. If you want to chat, wait until the battle is over."
The reason why he said this is also very simple.
The enemy - has already surrounded us.
It's not just the black metamorphosis I've seen before, there are also many other beings mixed in with it.
For example, there are many big snakes controlled by Chiyo Mochizuki and Shuten Doji.
"Damn...are these monsters also emerging from the light of the blood moon?"
"This city has become a dead city."
Musashi's face was ugly and angry, and he stared at the big snake.
"I can feel amazing vitality from them... It's strange. Is it because they are so close to that city?"
Kotaro pulled out the kunai from his waist and lifted up his bangs.
"In short - kill."
Zuo Cun was still the first to rush out - this had something to do with his fighting habits.
Zuo Cun never needs any teammates to fight. Teammates often become a hindrance to Zuo Cun.
The swordsmanship of Hyakutori-ryu is like this, a gorgeous swordsmanship that only belongs to one person...so gorgeous that it cannot even be passed down.
After all, not just anyone can develop such terrifying jumping ability as Zuo Cun.
Even if there is... it may not be from the same era as Zuo Cun.
Everyone with force rushed out quickly, even Fujimaru Ritsuka did the same.
Although Fujimaru Ritsuka does not need to directly participate in the battle, as the master, the shorter the straight-line distance between Fujimaru Ritsuka and his servants, the stronger the combat effectiveness of the servants - so Fujimaru Ritsuka has always been like this
Fighting.
"Musashi!"
Samura jumped into the air from the left and looked at Musashi who was on the right side of Orochi.
"I see!"
Musashi nodded and licked his lips——
cut!
The two swordsmen, one from above and the other from below, slashed at the huge snake.
Poof——
"roar--"
The big snake let out a shrill scream, and its body was cut into three pieces.
Musashi and Zuo Cun did not stop, and continued to rush forward. Along the way, the swords and swords were flashing, and the two of them did not pause at all. Almost all the creatures on the road were killed by the two of them - Zuo Cun pulled out his own sword from the beginning to the end.
Tsui Pheasant Feather uses the Pheasant Power with the largest range but relatively weak power, while Musashi uses the Two-Ten One-Class Technique, which can affect a wider range than Zuo Murun, but is not as fast as Zuo Murun.
all in all--
Evenly matched.
"Again - follow me!"
Zuocun was faster, leaping into the air, spinning and slashing at another big snake.
The rotating wakizashi left numerous wounds on the big snake's body. The big snake screamed, its body stiffened, and it was difficult to move at all. At this moment - Musashi was in position.
From below, kick your legs fiercely - chop!
Zheng——
Poof——
The snake's head flew up and fell to the ground, splattering with a large pool of black blood.
The two of them still didn't stop.
...
About half an hour later.
"The enemies around here have finally been cleared... Damn, there are so many of them, my hands are a little sore!"
As Musashi spoke, he rubbed his wrist uncomfortably.
Zuo Cun didn't feel anything at all. As a servant, as long as the magic power was in place, it was impossible for him to feel tired.
"When it's over, just move on. The two of you seem to have a lot of understanding with each other."
Muramasa looked at Zuocun and Musashi and said.
"Oh... I'm actually cooperating with Mr. Samura on purpose."
Musashi said with a smile.
"You can feel a lot of things in Mr. Samura's sword...I have always fought by myself, right? In that case, there is no harm in learning from Mr. Samura, right?"
"Musashi-chan, do you want to take Mr. Samura as your disciple?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka took a few breaths and then looked at Musashi.
"Huh? Master? That kind of thing - uh..."
Musashi was about to say how could it be possible, but then his face stiffened.
Wait, it seems that I have indeed subconsciously understood the things in Samura Kendo...
Although I had no intention of using it, I just used it as a reference for myself, but - I did it right.
"Well, Your Excellency Zuocun..."
Musashi looked at Zuomura with some embarrassment.
"It doesn't matter, I don't care, and I'm not interested in taking on a disciple of that age."
Zuo Cun coldly refused.
He doesn't mean to be self-conscious. If he meets someone who is suitable for practicing his Hyaktori-ryu in one of his appearances, he will naturally be quite willing to teach his Hyaktori-ryu.
It fulfilled a regret he had during his lifetime - but not Musashi.
The reason why it doesn't work is because Musashi has been practicing for two days. It may be okay to refer to the sword's intention, but if you really feel the things in the sword, I'm afraid it won't have an impact on Musashi himself. In that case -
The so-called flower of Tianyuan may have flaws.
Samura doesn't want to be a teacher who misleads his students - what's more, this is different from his fake unparalleled one, the real unparalleled one [Miyamoto Musashi].
If it was said that the ups and downs of Musashi Kendo were caused by feeling his own sword, Zuo Cun would still feel quite uncomfortable, especially since every time Zuo Cun appeared in the world, he would return it to his seat as a record.
"Hey!? Why is this like this!? Even if I am like this, I am still a young girl! Mr. Samura, are you going too far?"
Samura's words were strongly protested by Musashi!
"I'm just telling the truth."
Zuo Cun was still so indifferent.
Musashi has a bit of a red temperature.
but--
Just when Zuo Cun and Musashi were arguing, a somewhat familiar shadow walked over.
"Hey? Isn't this the missionary from Yan?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the distance, and the missionary who looked exactly like Edmond Dantès, the King of the Grotto, came over.
"snort."
The missionary didn't say anything. Instead, he snorted coldly.
"Now that things have happened, you probably don't need me to introduce myself anymore."
"I'm just an ordinary missionary who happens to be passing by."