Chapter 4 Section 3

Three months later, Musashi left the river full of flute sounds. First, he went to Baozangyuan to ask Yinshun about the mystery of the mysterious body protection technique, and then followed the reputation of the Yoshioka family, which was in decline but flourished for a while, to the elegant Kyoto. For Musashi, Fengya is too much for a man with a sword in his hand. In the same way, he broke in with Musashi's best skill, savagely hacked a dozen of Yoshioka disciples who stopped in front of the courtyard and shouted loudly, and then rushed to the dojo where Yoshioka practiced swords, standing In front of thirty or so bare-chested fighters who were fighting each other with wooden swords.

——I have never seen such an impolite, ready-to-do "assassin." "We met for the first time, I came to find the strongest person here, and then beat him." Musashi glanced nonchalantly at the group of guys in front of him who were obviously doing some unhelpful exercises, but they were sweating profusely from exhaustion. All of a sudden, Musashi's eyes stopped on the tallest man. The beast's instinct made him immediately understand who to fight with in order to satisfy his desire to fight. "You must be Seijuro Yoshioka." Musashi looked at the man who was half a head taller than him.

In the man's sweat, there is a different smell from other people. "Ha! Ha!" The man laughed twice, holding a wooden knife thicker than a man's arm. When the man smiled, everyone laughed, and the sweat from the practice dripped hotly on the ground. "Use a real sword. If you think that if you lose, you can just ask for forgiveness to beat the past. There is no way to make me stronger." Musashi stared at the tall and strong man unceremoniously: "Don't have any regrets with each other." The tall man looked at the disciples who had fallen to the ground in the distance and were busy crying for their father and mother.

If this man who broke in like a lunatic died too quickly, it would not be able to show the means of the Yoshioka family at all. "When I want to use a real knife, I will naturally use a real knife." The tall man said coldly: "But you are not worthy, an intruder like you deserves to die under this kind of wood... Don't think that you can separate your body and close your eyes happily. I will ruthlessly beat you hard." That's right. The feeling of being beaten to death by a wooden sword is not good. Maybe the eyeballs will pop out after being chopped on the head with a knife.

But Musashi was disappointed. This man who is known as the strongest in Kyoto doesn't seem to be as strong as in the legend? If it was really strong, wouldn't it be possible to sense the man standing in front of him at this moment, but... "I'm really too strong." Musashi threw the scabbard on the ground. Before everyone came to their senses, Musashi condensed his saber and swung it backwards violently. "..." The tall man. "..." The surrounding disciples. "..." Musashi himself. Nothing happened. "I'm... really strong." Musashi was a little annoyed, and he pulled out his strength and slashed to the left.

Swish! There were still ten steps away, but on the left side of Musashi, the heads of three disciples flew into the air. Three months of asceticism, creating a 1/2 chance of killing power with sword qi, is the limit of Musashi at this stage. Blood rushed up from the three broken necks, and then rained down on everyone's faces. The tall man froze, and wiped the blood from his face. Everyone was stunned, and the wooden knife in their hands suddenly became very heavy. Musashi's ferocious eyes, like a tiger's, fiercely emitted a blue light. "Please use a real knife."