Chapter 25 Section 12

Just at night, on the commuter tram underground in Tokyo, it is the epitome of Japanese office worker culture. Hip-hop guys who don’t give up loud music every minute and every second with headphones on + 109 dirty hot girls with suffocating skirts + bald middle-aged men who spread Sankei newspapers and push glasses + bookworms who recite English dictionaries in a daze ＋The middle school student who is concentrating on pressing the handheld video game＋The drowsy OL with flat chest and long hair＋...＝The secret room of the tram with mixed smells and crowds. An unkempt, bearded man dressed from the cardboard family.The baggy clothes picked up there sat next to a bald fat man.

The bearded man's clothes were still stained with paint patches and stains, and there was a strange sour smell, which was the breath of corruption of the original owner of the clothes and pants.But he doesn't care. Things that have nothing to do with becoming stronger are ignored by the bearded man. Under the pale face of the bearded man, there was a faint bright red luster.That is a sign that the cells of the man with the beard are gradually becoming active and recovering.Listening with pricked ears, it seems that you can hear the hissing sound of the blood race's night cells expanding.

The bearded man held a news magazine in his hand, and the words and pictures in it surprised him equally.A century later, this city has changed so dramatically that it simply belongs to another completely different world. In the news pictures of the Muslim tribal war in the Middle East, a heavily armed body bomber holds a provocative slogan for reporters to take pictures, and a new Uzi submachine gun is hung on his shoulder. The bearded man rubbed his lower abdomen, recalling the "weapon" that surprised him. Sigh, isn't the so-called gun the ridiculous thing that sprays lead pellets from an iron pipe after being filled with gunpowder?How could it be possible to become stronger by relying on that unseemly thing?

But the bearded man couldn't help frowning when he thought of the thing that was also called a gun, and before he had time to blink, he had already sprayed hot metal bullets into his stomach, and his intestines flowed out all at once.At that time, the feeling of astonishment was far greater than the pain, because the nerves had not fully recovered their sensitivity. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang released from an iron ball. Except for the scattered broken pieces, the loud noise completely deafened his ears and lost his balance. Then there was the icy-cold blade stabbing into his lumbar spine from behind while he was dizzy.

Yes, the blade. The blade that ruthlessly penetrated into the body and twirled made him regain the familiarity of fighting in an instant, detonating a certain primitive instinct to fight hard. When he really felt the pain that tears would be squeezed out, the hands of the bearded man were already stained with frightened blood, and his whole body was covered with bullet holes emitting bloody smoke. Has this world reached a point where weapons surpass martial arts? I can survive because of the special physique of the blood race, not the pinnacle of martial arts. If I still look like a human being, I must be dead.But isn't true feat something that should be victorious under mean conditions anyway?

Later, he was sent to the medical room for surgery, and the bearded man was thinking about it all over his mind.If this world had these terrifying weapons, he would be released in advance. Obviously, there is something that still overrides these weapons and constitutes an unsolvable problem. Thinking of this, Musashi felt his blood boil. "I'm sorry, the time is tight, I used the most intense way to help you regain your fighting instinct. I think this is also the fastest way for you to understand the transformation of this world." At that time, Wudao was sitting by the operating table, looking at the doctor. The officer used tweezers to pick out deformed bullets stained with sticky blood from the bearded man's body.

"..." "Although I used to be your defeated general, I am now the commander of the imperial guards of the underground imperial city, and also the leader of the special incident handling team. It is Kimaru's sad suggestion to release you, but your actions I have to take full responsibility." The bearded man began to feel impatient, watching the medical officer quickly suture his stomach, and repair the wound with a strange scorching light.It's amazing, this technology. "This time I take the initiative to invite you out of the coffin. I don't have too many expectations. After all, the trouble you will cause may be so great that we have to use force to coerce you to lie back in the seven coffins of Le Mian. But, at least please listen A few words..." Wudao continued to read in his usual cold official tone.

That night, even though he hadn't recovered, the bearded man tore off the pipes on his body, and left the intricate underground world with his sixth sense, and came to the capital city he hadn't seen for a long time. Kyoto city?Has evolved into a dazzling monster. Yes, and this bearded man is the thunderous Dongying Sword Master. Miyamoto Musashi. Our dear Mr. Miyamoto Musashi tasted the blood of a hundred strong human beings as soon as he came out of the coffin, so there is no problem of starvation at all.Stomach aside, Musashi was not interested in doing things like ordinary people.

Before getting on the commuter train of the JR Yamanote Line, Musashi was wandering in the underground street. Before he understood how the new world works, Musashi could only look around and look at the city of Kyoto in another century with curiosity. Musashi first sat on the sofa in a sporting goods store, staring at NBA basketball star advertisements for an hour, watched magic performances next to street performers in the underground for two hours, and then ate three large bowls of beef rice at Yoshinoya, and bought them at second-hand bookstalls. Several back issues of magazines.It was all paid for by the majesty without anger and spontaneity.

But now, in the corner of a crowded commuter train, Musashi deeply feels that the changes in the "pace of human life" in this world are far more peculiar than the evolution of weapons, and "human nature" has also appeared extremely desiring superficial phenomena . For example, the bald man sitting next to Musashi was secretly putting his hand into the skirt of the female middle school student whose back was facing them, and slowly sticking to the female middle school student's buttocks at a warm and trembling speed.This action startled Musashi. The female middle school student was shocked.

"..." No accident, Musashi smelled the restlessness and embarrassment and suppressed anger on the female middle school student. But the female middle school student did not resist, which made Musashi incredible. whee.So the bald man rubbed it contentedly, and the immature ass of the female middle school student suddenly became a plaything in the hands of the bald man. His fingernails were covered with black dirt, scratching, scratching, grinding, rubbing, wantonly testing the bottom line of the female middle school student's patience . Just like the Normandy beach landing, every inch of advancement is the art of survival.If she is too aggressive, the female middle school student will collapse and scream in an instant, and the bald pervert will be sent to the police station, where he will be sodomized until he sees blood every time he defecates.If you don't move forward, it's like watching porn without masturbating, it's meaningless. The salty-wet rhythm between advance and retreat is the subject of lifelong practice for every obscene demon. The tram was extremely crowded at this time, and the rising hormones continued to fill the corners, accompanied by the angry trembling of the female middle school students.The bald man's fingers finally opened the female middle school student's panties, digging at the wet and slippery area. The hand of the female middle school student holding the suspension ring has turned a maroon purple due to lack of oxygen due to excessive force.With a trembling body, a stiff face, and clenched teeth.I don't know if I'm planning to cry bitterly, or if I'm planning to yell a pervert. The only thing that is certain is that the female middle school student is gradually losing her position... If it is uncomfortable, why not open her throat and yell in the first place? The bald man is excitedly convinced that if this continues, the female middle school student will reach a devastating climax in a helpless stand in shame and extreme anger.From now on, the female middle school student will in the future life, as long as the body is close to orgasm during the sex process, she will remember the shame of being sexually harassed today, and then coldly interrupt it.distortion.cry bitterly. The fingers poked maliciously. "?" Musashi didn't know what to do. After all, maybe this is a common human interaction in the new world?If not, why did others notice, or did no one intervene?Even the female middle school students themselves are just struggling to hold back and dare not move, right? The crotch of the middle-aged office worker sitting on the other side of Musashi gradually bulges and bulges, viciously echoing the sexual harassment movements of the bald uncle. How to do?Or should nothing be done? Musashi noticed a boy with earphones hanging on and was looking at him suspiciously. The questioning eyes made Musashi feel very uncomfortable.Asshole stuff.Musashi decided to get off at the next stop.Avoiding situations where you don't know what to do seems wise. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with becoming stronger. Musashi's pupils suddenly narrowed. Lightly, a black cat stopped at Musashi's feet. A big boy in his early twenties staggered forward in the crowded tram with a blue guitar on his back. The handle of the guitar was wobbly, almost sweeping the faces of every passenger who was said sorry.Just when the passengers felt disgusted by such pushing, the big boy suddenly lost his balance and bumped lightly against the bald uncle. The bald man froze suddenly, and the dirty hand that was ravaging the middle school girl suddenly froze. "..." The bald man was full of confusion, as if he didn't understand how his dirty hands would stick to the ass of a strange girl. Hollowed out, hollowed out— Musashi thought. "Pervert!" The female middle school student who was sexually harassed suddenly turned her head, slapped the bald man hotly, and burst into tears.The female middle school student had a fit, and she slapped him several times in a row, until the bald man could barely open his eyes, but he couldn't even utter an excuse. Then there was thunderous applause from the whole tram. The tram stopped, and the bald man hurriedly got off the train and fled in shame, taking advantage of the fact that the female middle school student did not call the police. Musashi's pupil L shrank into a small black spot, unable to recover for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the platform as the tide came and went. JR Ikebukuro Station. Among the people who got off the bus, there was the big boy who accidentally touched the bald man just now.As for the black cat that stopped at Musashi's feet, it quickly followed the big boy's feet, and suddenly got into the jeans tube to hide. Just now, that big boy changed a trick... Although it can't be seen what he did, but he must have pulled something from the bald uncle, and the bald uncle looked like a deflated cowhide bag. The spirit is instantly dry. Black cat... Black cat... In addition to the mission, Musashi remembered a suspenseful past. Rock Stream Island. "How can you encounter such a shabby fate like 'tram idiot'? The Japanese really need to reflect on why this dirty fate blooms everywhere." Ulala said to herself.Then take a deep breath and sneak a glance back. Sure enough, those fiery eyes were also looking at him through the train window. Underneath the unkempt face is an unstoppable heroic glow. "It turns out that he is the life hunter that Wudao said." Musashi narrowed his eyes, and he really woke up.The tram rattled, and the wheels started slowly. "..." Ulala watched those fiery eyes leave. There is a fate stronger than "Zhan Tie", perched on that guy. Regardless of whether he is a blood race or not, that guy is as strong as hell. Strong as hell. But this guy could have broken through the glass and jumped off the platform to chase him down, but he didn't. He just stared at himself with flaming eyes, as a vigorous opening statement. "Meow." The gentleman poked his head out of his neckline, worried. "I know, I will stay away." U Lala laughed.