Chapter 8 Section 7

Musashi's travels always return home with scars and smiles. Later, Musashi could say less and less, and there were no more injuries on his body. He walked up and down the rushing river, holding a wooden stick and dancing at will. At this moment, Musashi's sword qi with both hands alone is enough to cut through the waterfall. If an ordinary sword is cut on him, it will also shock the innate sword energy in Musashi's body and break it immediately. Musashi walked blindly on the river, recalling the opponents he had met in these days, fighting with the phantom of the past with the wooden club in his hand.Swing, stab, pick, cut, chop, cross, block, retreat, circle, break, smash.

At first, I was still a little concentrated, but later on, I was a little careless, moving at will, and doing it with peace of mind. Those past master phantoms came out one by one, and died one by one. From what I see now, the flaws of those masters are becoming more and more obvious, and the ways of breaking through can be ever-changing. No, even if attacking the opponent's weak point is not a weakness, with strong physical strength and fierce saber energy, the opponent's head can still be knocked off.Even if you want to compare speed with Yoshioka Seijuro, you won't necessarily lose to him.

It's no fun. Really boring. Musashi was depressed, the wooden stick in his hand was scattered by the saber energy and blown away with the wind. He began to walk up and down the river again, sometimes suddenly plunged his head into the cool water and remained motionless.Sometimes he randomly picked up heavy river stones, threw them high, caught them heavily, and then started walking around again. Atong quietly washed his clothes, watching Musashi doing some inexplicable things for a long time. "Musashi..." Atong put down his clothes and stood up. "Huh?" Musashi pulled his head out of the water.

"What's the matter?" A-Tong tilted his head. "Am... am I already invincible?" Musashi frowned, his expression very serious. "That's great!" Atong smiled. "Really?" After speaking, Musashi continued to bury his head in the water. Atong thinks Musashi's troubled look is so cute. If her man is really unparalleled in the world, then she will feel at ease.No one can hurt her man anymore.However, Atong was also a little worried. After Musashi lost his enthusiasm for fighting, he looked listless all day long. In that way, she would rather Musashi live in a dangerous and wonderful life.

Leave all the restless waiting to her. One day Musashi sat meditating at the bottom of a waterfall as the torrential water crashed down on his head. Obviously, there are many things that he still doesn't quite understand, and vague shadows are blocking his eyes, but there are no enemies for him to kill, and he can get further answers from them. Can you stop hacking at such a young age?Is it okay to just sit and pretend to be enlightened like this?May I? Shouldn't this state of seeking epiphany now be a state that one should wait until one's old age to enter? Could it be that he should have tempered his saber energy to the point where he could chop off a mountain with a single blow?

Is it possible to reach that level?No, I should ask, what is the use of really practicing to such a level?Is there such a powerful enemy that needs to use the power of "breaking the mountain with one knife"? Suddenly he sneezed, the knife energy in his body suddenly expanded, and the whole waterfall shot wildly in all directions. "..." Musashi stared blankly at the snot on his hands. Looking up, he looked at Atong who was sitting in the distance washing clothes, and suddenly got wet all over. The two looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing together. so pleasant.

Musashi jumped down and landed in front of Atong like a flying arrow. "I want to find that, the only man who might be stronger than me."