Chapter 30 Section 12

Carrying the long and short double swords that have not been seen for hundreds of years, Miyamoto Musashi did not immediately find a quiet place to test the "feel", nor did he find someone to try the sword with great interest. For Miyamoto Musashi, taking the weak as sacrificial offerings and trying to blaspheme martial arts is also self-defeating.His hands, which are harder than iron, are enough to wring off many obstacles in the way. Miyamoto Musashi wandered the streets of Tokyo, wandering along the main roads, and continued to observe the changes in the world. "I'm so hungry." Miyamoto Musashi stroked his newly full stomach.

His hunger at this moment is a strong demand for blood. So Miyamoto Musashi followed his instinct, restrained his aura, walked into the dark underground tunnel where many crimes occurred, and let a few unscrupulous teenagers follow him and "force" him to a corner without a monitor. "Hey, perverted uncle, those two knives on your body are worth a lot of money!" The bad boy who took the lead lit a cigarette. These words became the last words of those bad boys. When Miyamoto Musashi stepped out of the ground again, he already had blood on the corner of his mouth, his pockets were full of banknotes, and he had the latest generation of ipod portable mp3 on him, and street rap songs vibrated loudly in his earphones.

"Is this the latest sound in the world?" Miyamoto Musashi nodded, walking unconsciously following the rhythm of hip-hop.Really nice change. This world is much more interesting. I don’t know how colorful the night is, and even the voice has become full of vigor. Ikebukuro. Located in Animate Manga Pavilion near Sunshine City, the building is eight floors high and is a diverse comic city.Each floor has a different theme, including teen comics, shojo comics, adult comics, cartoon movies, comic-themed gifts, video game software, etc. It can be said to be every otaku's dreamland.

"Tsk tsk, the painting skills have also become amazing." Miyamoto Musashi walked around the manga city, dumbfounded. The way Miyamoto Musashi walks with two swords hanging, many high school students passing by can't help but look at him more, whispering and discussing... Which manga is this sloppy uncle with two swords in cosplay? The conclusion is of course "incomprehensible, failure"! Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, who fell in love with cutting TV to gain common sense of life, finally stopped in front of the manga library to watch the theatrical version of One Piece, watching one of the swordsman characters, Nonoah Zoro, fighting against a powerful swordsman, Hawk Eyes of the ultimate hot war process.

Three-sword style... that kind of appearance with a knife in its mouth is really stinky, but if you really want to do it, that kind of appearance is really difficult to use in actual combat.This Nonoah Zoro can practice the three-sword style, he is indeed a terrible opponent, no wonder his story will be adapted into a moving picture book. "What a powerful persistence." Miyamoto Musashi muttered to himself, really wanting to find something to do it right away. But Miyamoto Musashi had more important things to do. He walked into a nearby shop that sold One Piece peripheral products, chose a black pirate turban exclusively for Nonoah Zoro, and tied his messy hair into the cool turban. With all due respect.

"Where can I find this Nonoah Zoro?" Miyamoto Musashi asked the clerk while paying the bill. "..." The clerk in a straw hat and a red jacket was dumbfounded. "That's right, if even a weakling like you can find him, how can he have time to become stronger." Miyamoto Musashi asked himself and answered. "..." The straw hat clerk looked suspiciously at the strange customer in front of him. "By the way, is he the most powerful swordsman in the world?" Miyamoto Musashi said seriously. "Probably." The clerk patiently played a game with the strange customer: "If you really want to find him, you can look for him on the great air route."

"A great route?" Miyamoto Musashi frowned. Miyamoto Musashi, not knowing what to do, walked out of the shop. I don't know when the swordsman Nonoya Zoro will return from the sea... If he hasn't returned, I'm afraid he will have to find a boat to go out for a walk.It's just that how to avoid the deadly sun on a long journey at sea is really a nerve-wracking problem. Walking past the large display window, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but stop. Relying on the reflection of the glass, Miyamoto Musashi was very satisfied with his cool appearance wearing a black turban.

But, what's missing... "Well, after all, I still have to go to old man J and make three samurai swords." Miyamoto Musashi opened his mouth wide, inspecting his white teeth. Click, click, click. When it comes to the bite force of the teeth, I am very confident that I can bite the third knife. Just as Miyamoto Musashi fell into absurd fantasy, a fiery red cat quietly walked past Miyamoto Musashi's feet.Miyamoto Musashi noticed that the footsteps of this fiery red strange cat were like clear smoke, not extraordinary. On the reflection of the window glass, there is a smiling face.

"There's a terrible thing inhabiting your body." The smiling face said. Stretching out his hand, the fiery red cat jumped up and landed on the hand of the smiling man. Feng Yu, the life hunter.