Chapter 5 Section 4

Musashi, who was covered in blood, walked on the streets of Kyoto with his head held high. Damn it, it turned out that he just cut the wrong person, and he wasted so much time cutting and killing each other with weak people. In the end, more than thirty samurai swords slashed at him in a panic, and he had to kill them all. Yes, that is outraged. The loser is likely to die. Isn't this something that is clear from the very beginning of the real sword? Why do the people next to me forcefully intervene?Are you still full of unwillingness and anger? As he walked and thought, he finally came to the brothel mentioned by the student who died last.

Hehe, that door sneered before death: "...Go! Go quickly!" With a look on his face, he felt that Musashi was about to die in this brothel. But Musashi sincerely hopes that the man in the brothel is truly powerful. There is no need to beat gongs and drums or kick the door to enter a brothel. So Musashi asked nonsense with his mouth and came to the door of the most luxurious room. Musashi stood in the elegant courtyard. Small bridges, flowing water, surrounded by rockery, it is really a place of deliberate and elegant, but extremely vulgar fans. He considered whether to open the door himself, but it was very different from the usual straight-in approach, to be honest... I really don't want to see that kind of scene all of a sudden.Musashi frowned.

At this time, a voice came from the room: "Beasts outside, why not wait a little longer?" So Musashi stood in the courtyard with satisfaction, looked up at the sky, leisurely trying to pass the time by realizing new moves from the floating clouds.I thought to myself, the real Yoshioka Seijuro is really good, as expected, just like me, he is born with the ability to detect the breath of a master. Can't be wrong, it must be interesting to slash each other later. As long as you can survive, you can continue to grow stronger. That must be me. After a cup of tea, the door finally opened.

Six whores sat lounging on either side of the room, disheveled, none of whom had their tits properly tucked in. A man with disheveled hair, a slightly thin body, but a cold breath flowing in his eyes. "...Good stamina." Musashi was rather displeased: "But you don't want to take the opportunity to shirk, and it's only fair to fight again at another day?" "Is this really not an excuse?" Seijuro Yoshioka laughed and sat up helplessly. He hooked the flower rope that tied the scabbard with his toes, and slowly hooked the knife to his hand. What a frivolous swordsman... But if you are strong, it doesn't hurt to be a little more frivolous.Musashi thought.

"The ones who came to challenge Yoshioka are all for fame and fortune, right?" Seijuro Yoshioka touched the knife and suggested: "Well, I bought these six women to hang out with me until tomorrow morning, but...it's only afternoon now, I think I'm overdoing it a bit. Why, let me share with you three women, shall we enjoy it together?" "..." "In this way, you can brag to outsiders that you have enjoyed women with the famous Yoshioka Seijuro! Hahahahaha!" Yoshioka Seijuro laughed, and the six prostitutes also laughed wildly. "I want to become stronger."

"How about giving you all the six women? Then you can say that you have robbed all of Yoshioka Seijuro's women. This is a big deal!" Yoshioka Seijuro spread his hands and said The face is bitter. "I'm sorry, I mistakenly thought that your younger brother Denichiro was you, so I beheaded him." Musashi pointed to the blood stains on his clothes. "Oh, did anyone apologize for this kind of thing?" Seijuro Yoshioka laughed and disappeared suddenly. ! Musashi jumped back instinctively. I saw Yoshioka Seijuro standing where Musashi was standing just now, with the sword on his shoulder as if nothing had happened.

Blood, gathered into beads from the tip of the knife carried on his shoulder, rolled to the ground. Hiss... Musashi's chest burst open, revealing a line of blood that was neither shallow nor deep. awesome!This man's knife speed is really extraordinary! There is no need to break through the space of the sword, the posture and speed of this person flying, drawing the sword, and slashing are all superior to every opponent who almost killed him in the past. "My brother is not strong at all." Yoshioka Seijuro said expressionlessly. "I have no intention of killing him." Musashi raised his knife.

"No, you have a choice." Seijuro Yoshioka stared into Musashi's eyes, piercing his cold eyes: "Even if the person you just killed is the real Seijuro Yoshioka, then you should feel that that person is not your opponent at all—you Now that you know it, why did you swing the knife at Seijuro Yoshioka, who is no match at all?" "..." "A person like you is just a villain who is greedy for fame." Yoshioka Seijuro sneered: "There is nothing to fear." With that said, he disappeared again. Bang! This time, Musashi didn't blink, and swung his slash with all his strength, parrying Yoshioka Seijuro's lightning-fast knife.

Yoshioka Seijuro failed to succeed in one blow, he slanted away following Musashi's majestic saber movement, and with his backhand, unexpectedly slashed from bottom to top on Musashi's back.All in one go. Musashi backed away swiftly and decisively opened the distance. Hot blood poured out from his back, making the atmosphere of this battle even more intense. "I understand. I did kill him by mistake. Maybe I hoped too much for a little surprise behind the fame." Musashi was out of breath, and with just two cuts, all the pores in his body were opened: "It's a pity you In my brother's sword technique, there is really no surprise at all, and he just died in a daze like this."

Not deliberately provocative, Musashi told the truth. Yoshioka Seijuro's face darkened, but he didn't act immediately. "A charlatan who claimed to be able to read palms once told me that I have incredible life force." Yoshioka Seijuro said slowly: "I will always meet strong people, and my life will be full of killings. Even if I don't go out, Those lunatics who seek fame will still come to challenge. So, I have been eliminating people like you." A cold murderous aura burst out from Yoshioka Seijuro's body. Like a cold spring, pouring down from the top of Musashi's head.

"The warlock said it well, I really wish I had that kind of good thing." Musashi enjoyed the tension of being alive or dead, and smiled wildly: "However, did the warlock say that you will die today?" Meet the last strong man?" "Well said, cut off your mouth first!" Seijuro Yoshioka swayed, and suddenly circled behind Musashi. "Exciting!" Musashi slashed backwards in a fast and unsurpassed manner, with a knife-like aura! Suddenly! Without choosing to press forward, Seijuro Yoshioka flashed an invisible saber energy from his sideways body, but his hair was shaved a few strands. The sword qi went straight, and chopped a piece of landscaping rock like tofu. "I see." Yoshioka Seijuro said coldly, raising his sword and attacking again. This "so it is" is really the highest praise for Musashi. In an instant, Yoshioka Seijuro made ten strikes. Musashi was struggling left and right, he blocked five knives and was also hit by five knives.It was useless to swing five sabers—even if the saber is full of aura, it just cut the grass and trees flying. Yoshioka Seijuro's feet were as fast as his sword. If it weren't for the mysterious sword energy intimidating Musashi's sword, it was destined that Musashi would die under Seijuro's sword within the first ten moves. What's frightening is that Seijuro's sword has no definite trajectory, and it can perform ultra-high-speed slashes from any direction, and it is not easy to make ineffective attacks—the eagle that is very close to the sky soaring in the clouds aims at the white rabbit on the ground, and swoops down. The coldness and ruthlessness that must succeed. "Hey!" Seijuro Yoshioka rushed out with a low body, and this knife lightly cut Musashi's thigh again. "Huh!" Musashi's sword blew a gust of wind, but it only hit the shadow of Yoshioka Seijuro. Always slow? Compared to Seijuro Yoshioka's quick and sure movements, Musashi is like a fool who learned how to hold a sword for the first time, he can only chop and swing with big movements... But compared to other warriors, Musashi is already considered a super high-speed school . The key is the feet. Seijuro's two legs completely controlled the space. Great, the world is so big! Musashi thought to himself, if he could wield the saber with both hands at the same time, then... That's right, how could it be so late to think of such a natural way to strengthen yourself? If both hands can use sword energy at the same time, it is as powerful as two peerless masters who share the same mind, and they can definitely block someone like Seijuro... Scary! Another flash of white from bottom to top nearly cut off Musashi's ear. "When you are fighting with me, how dare you get distracted?" Yoshioka Seijuro sneered. It seems that Seijuro Yoshioka is more than capable, but in fact he is terrified of Musashi - no one has ever been able to linger under his sword for so long, but as long as Musashi's sword or sword energy hits his body, as long as the sword is cut, Life and death are instantly reversed. However, Yoshioka Seijuro is a master in the end, the more dangerous he is, the better his concentration will be. The anger brought about by his brother's death has fallen far beyond the border at this time, and has no effect. "Well--" "call!" The figures of the two crossed each other, but there was no sound of "clang". That means someone was stabbed. A thick blood arrow shot out of Musashi's chest. A burst of gray smoke erupted from the huge rockery standing on the pool. "..." Musashi had been tenaciously hit twelve times, but Seijuro only lost a few strands of hair. But Musashi's mental power is completely different from his injuries, he is extremely excited. As a result of the massive secretion of the adrenal glands, the bleeding of the newly received knife wound was quickly stopped, and it also emitted a gunpowder-like smell.Musashi's expression, posture, and even soul are like a huge statue of Fudo Myo. The wounded beast is the most dangerous, because it will rush towards it desperately... Seijuro Yoshioka calmly waited for that moment.Just one slash, as thin as silk, and one slash will kill Musashi. I saw that Musashi did not attack for a long time, as if he was in a daze, his eyes were watching the shadows of the two carved on the ground. Yoshioka Seijuro is not an idle person, no matter whether Musashi is really in a daze, or just pretending, how could Seijuro miss the opportunity of Musashi being absent-minded?But he was a little unable to move, and his body instinctively didn't want to take the initiative to chase. The way Musashi didn't move for a long time was a bit scary... no, it should be said that it was incomprehensible. "The key is the feet." Musashi seemed to have made up his mind suddenly. "..." "I've decided to cut off one of your feet first, if possible—both." "What a remarkable conclusion." Yoshioka Seijuro snorted, but felt strange in his heart. Musashi stared at the shadow of Seijuro Yoshioka, no, it should be said to be feet. "..." Seijuro Yoshioka walked slowly, circling Musashi, circling, circling... Musashi, who was in the center of the entwined circle, faced Seijuro Yoshioka, adjusted his breathing, and confirmed the surrounding combat vision with the peripheral vision of his eyes. Hearing Musashi's unadorned words just now, Seijuro's posture was a little stiff.He knew it was psychologically affected, but he still had pimples.Damn... you're definitely going to pay for it! Swish—— Seijuro Yoshioka charged forward, slashing across Musashi's waist. Bang! Musashi blocked the knife in a thrilling manner, knowing that this was just the prelude to Yoshioka Seijuro's offensive. Just when Yoshioka Seijuro turned back and slashed again, Musashi quickly slashed below Seijuro with an extremely violent posture. "Hey, it's such a big and useless move." Seijuro jumped away easily, but he saw the saber energy violently rushing towards the pool under the rockery, and exploded obliquely! Countless water swords rushed towards Seijuro Yoshioka, who was leaping in the air, and slammed into him who was a little thin. This is not an ordinary water column, its strength is extraordinary! "Not good!" Seijuro Yoshioka lost his balance and flew backwards. Just when his back was about to hit the rockery behind him, Musashi's sword came even faster. Like a tornado, Yoshioka Seijuro's two legs left his body with a "snap". With a messy splash, Seijuro Yoshioka fell into the big pond in the yard. Soon the pool was red. With just such a monotonous slash, the situation of the battle was reversed with great force. Just now, the six prostitutes who were still smiling and sitting in the room admiring Musashi's torture and killing, scattered away screaming. Musashi was very calm, completely devoid of the joy of victory. Yoshioka Seijuro was also calm, his eyes didn't even look for where the missing two legs flew. Being immersed in the icy pool accelerated the massive blood loss from the broken leg, and within a few blinks I almost felt nothing below the waist. "Yoshioka Seijuro, let me ask you, who is the strongest in today's world?" Musashi raised his sword. This is the power of the winner. Seijuro Yoshioka felt a little ironic. In the past, he was always quicker than lightning when killing people, and he didn't even bother to ask the other party any questions.Even the empty last respect of asking the enemy's name was omitted. Now, it was this man who was questioning himself. "... Yagyu Munemo, Dream Gonnosuke." When Seijuro Yoshioka spoke, his lips were numb. Musashi silently remembered these two men who had to cut each other further to help him become unparalleled in the world. "However, compared to these two people whose reputations are resounding through the sky... neither of them was as impressive as when I went out one day and passed the Izumo Mountain Trail, and accidentally saw an unknown swordsman practicing swords against the group of swallows." Yoshioka Seijuro was a little dizzy. Rather than understanding how the man in front of him tempered the terrifying saber aura that his father had just mentioned, he wanted to drink a sip of just warmed sake before he died, to warm his body and go on the road. "Practice swords against the swallows?" "When I saw his moves, I immediately decided to turn around and leave, the farther the better... This is the shame of being a swordsman, but I still want to save my life and embrace a woman, the pride of a swordsman? Hmph." Seijuro Yoshioka scorned Looking at Musashi carefully, he said coldly: "If you keep going forward, one day you will meet him, and then die under his sword..." Musashi smiled. "impossible." "?" "My woman, she allows me to be unparalleled in the world." "Really?" Yoshioka Seijuro snorted. Suddenly, Yoshioka Seijuro shuddered. It seemed that something with a little warmth left Seijuro from the shiver just now. For some reason, Musashi took a step back. ... a little dizzy, almost kneeling down. The palms felt strangely hot, and cold sweat gushed out of the back like a waterfall. Yoshioka Seijuro could only breathe weakly. Musashi lowered his sword. "Aren't you going to kill me to eliminate future troubles forever?" Seijuro closed his eyes. ...to eliminate future troubles forever? Is this Megatron, the last humor of the Yoshioka family? "Remember your life well." Musashi, who was also seriously injured, turned around and said with a nonchalant expression: "Go to hell, tell King Yama that you were killed by a man named Miyamoto Musashi. Ten years later, you will not feel a trace of humiliation in hell." That night, one hundred angry disciples of Yoshioka ambushed the scarred Musashi in Luogai, Kyoto. In the morning, people found a hundred horrified and inexplicable corpses outside the city, and one bloodstain that disappeared alone. History begins to know that there is a name that will be passed down through the ages... 〖Seed of the wind Fate: collective personality Survival: 500 years Signs: The host is always in a windy state anytime, anywhere, even if walking in a confined space, there will be sudden gusts of wind. Traits: It is one of several precious fates that are closely related to the atmosphere of the earth. The more excited the host is, the stronger and stronger the wind that can be summoned.There are not many cases recorded in the literature. Evolution: It is close to the form of destiny, and it can evolve into Asura wind after long-term practice. 〗