In the ring of the Zuan Strongest Challenge, Mihawk and Musashi stand in the ring face to face.

"Whether to be a sword-bearer with a sword in his hand, or to become a real swordsman, the final choice is in your hands!"

Mihawk's lips moved slightly, and then a terrifying flying slash filled Musashi's vision.

"Boom!"

"Whew!"

Musashi was awakened by his own nightmares, since his battle with Mihawk, he had often dreamed of fighting each other, and eventually he would be awakened by the opponent's unparalleled flying slash, as if even in the dream Musashi thought that he could not win against the other party, and had no chance of winning.

"It's past four in the morning?!"

Musashi slapped himself from the bed, glanced at the time on the clock, looked at the dark sky outside, shook his head helplessly, and went back to sleep after he was ready to drink some water.

"Woo woo woo ......"

With the sound of steam coming from the electric kettle, Musashi subconsciously picked up the kettle and poured it into a super cute bear water cup in his hand.

"The Great Age of Genes"

"Whew~"

"What man!?"

However, with a gust of wind, it instantly dispersed the sleepiness on Musashi's body.

"Ding......

I saw a dart outside the window shooting towards Musashi, and finally shot through Musashi's most precious bear cup.

"Ah......h

Musashi looked at the cup that he could no longer use, and then at the man in black who had disappeared outside the window, and a wave of anger filled his heart.

"Alas......"

But Musashi still didn't chase it out, first, it was too late now, and second, he had to clean up the broken ceramic cup in front of him.

"Huh......"

In the process of cleaning up the broken cup, Musashi found a secret letter, which turned out to be just the intention of the person who threw the dart just now.

"Six o'clock this morning! The No. 1 martial arts training ground is not gone! ”

Although MeSign has been wet with water, you can still see the handwriting on it.

"Shhhh

Musashi tore the paper to shreds in a huff as he read the secret letter, his eyes glinting with the purest rage.

"It's unforgivable!"

Musashi clenched his hands, since this thief wanted to compete with him in the martial arts training field, he told the other party about the difference in strength, and how terrible Musashi's anger was.

The anger of being dominated by nightmares for many days, and the anger of his beloved cup shattering, made Musashi unable to control himself at all for a while, and he wanted to tell the other party that no matter who the other party was, it was not a good thing to provoke him, he was super fierce.

When I walked into the bathroom, I made the door cumbersome, and then took off the mask that I wore even when I was sleeping, revealing the true face inside.

"Tsk~"

Musashi looked at his appearance in the mirror, and his heart was a little bored, his appearance was not what a swordsman should be at all.

After a brief wash, he put on his brand new face shield for going out and cleaned the home mask he had just taken off, which he changed almost every day, and separated the mask from the one he used to go out.

Then he went to the bedroom, opened his large closet, changed into today's combat uniform, a set of tights that allowed him to make the most of his petite figure and strong mobility, and then picked up the two katana swords placed in the ancestral hall, and went out with the dim sky.

At six o'clock in the morning, Musashi arrived at the No. 1 martial arts training ground on time.

"Yo~ long time no see! Do you want to eat apples? ”

At the moment when Musashi entered the martial arts training ground, a man with a toothpick in his mouth, a super-long katana that was not far behind him, a little stubble on his chin, and a ponytail combed that considered himself handsome, greeted Musashi softly and threw an apple.

"Musashi Two Knife Flow: Ten Punches of Peach Spring!"

However, it was not the other person's kind smile that responded to the man, or the loving hug between a friend, only to see two huge flying slashes cross and slash towards the man.

"OMG!"

The man watched the slash coming at him, so frightened that even the toothpick in his mouth fell off, and he pulled out the katana behind him and used his own mystery.

"Oyi Yan returns!"

With just one blow, he touched the highest realm of swordsmanship, and even Mihawk saw it and evaluated the man as the most powerful competition for the most powerful swordsman in the future world.

The three slashes were cut out in an instant, blocking the space instantly, and the Taoyuan Ten Punches didn't even have a chance to touch the corner of the man's clothes, and disappeared without a trace.

"Shhh~"

Musashi glanced sideways slightly, and he looked at his cracked mask, and knew that the other party had won.

"If you continue like this, don't talk about me, you won't even be able to catch up with the swordsmen of your own country......"

Musashi gently stroked the crack in his mask, and Mihawk's words rang in his ears again.

"It's dangerous! Almost died! Anyway, I just want to see you, so why don't you slash me as soon as you come up? We're brothers who have met each other honestly, right? ”

The man is the pride of the Frost Moon family, and Frost Moon Kojiro smiled softly at Musashi, and his words were full of flattery.

“……”

Musashi didn't say anything to the man, he just stared at the man quietly, as if trying to see something from Kojiro.

"Huh? Do I have anything on my face? ”

Kojiro asked Musashi with some uncertainty, he remembered that he had washed up before going out today!

"Why can you be so powerful?"

After Musashi was silent for a moment, he asked Kojiro directly the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Hahahaha...... What should I be? That's the question you want to ask?! Hahahaha......"

Kojiro listened to Musashi's words and laughed out loud, startling him a lot, did he think he wasn't handsome enough? Fortunately, his appearance can still be beaten, the other party's problem has nothing to do with appearance, to be honest, if the other party comes to say why do you look so ugly, he probably can't help but commit suicide now, strength is a temporary problem, handsome is a lifelong thing.

"Is that funny?"

Musashi looked at Kojiro who was laughing loudly in front of him, and a wave of anger suddenly arose in his heart, he felt that he had been fooled, was the other party looking down on him?

"Nope! It's my own problem, ......"

"Are you asking me why I'm getting stronger? Many people have asked me this question, and my answer to them is - talent! I'm talented enough to make me strong! In this world, the conditional factors that affect our strength are nothing more than four! The first is the family, and there is no family that can support itself...... Some people can't even work hard! The second is luck, some people come from very good backgrounds, but there are always some people who are jealous of talents, and they hang up before they are adults, and they don't even have a chance to live. The third is hard work, before talking about talent, you first need to work hard, and many people can't work hard enough to talk about talent. The last is talent, compared to the rest, talent is the most desperate, the same exercise method, some people can split a mountain in three days, and some people can't even cut wood for thirty years! ”

"My family is a big family that has been inherited from Zu'an for thousands of years, and all members of the family have told me the way to become stronger without reservation, so there is no problem with my family, being born in such a family is enough to make me strong, but it is just a general strong...... The second is luck, I am grateful that I can live in an era under the leadership of His Majesty Kaido, an era when stereotypes are broken and everyone can become stronger, and I am also grateful to God for allowing me to grow up healthily, so my luck is no problem......"

"The third is hard work, first of all, I work hard enough, and I am the hardest working group in the entire clan...... Finally, there's talent! There are countless people who meet the above three conditions in Zu'an, but I am indeed the strongest in my age group, and I am even called the strongest talent in the Frost Moon family for thousands of years, just because my talent is good enough! ”

Kojiro stood in front of Musashi, in an extremely flat tone, praising his origin, luck, hard work, and talent.

"So you're saying I'm not as talented as yours?"

Musashi frowned slightly after listening to Kojiro's babbling and giving a big push.

"Nope! I might say that if it were someone else in this country, but you're different! Your talent seems to me to be no less than that of His Royal Highness the noble Yamato, and even above me! ”

Kojiro shook his head lightly at Musashi and said.

"If my talent is above yours, why am I not as strong as you?"

Musashi was a little puzzled, if he was talented enough, why couldn't he beat Kojiro?

"You see, as I said before, the four factors that affect people's strength are family, luck, hard work and talent! There is no problem with your talent, I have also seen your hard work, and being able to grow up alive and even get the cultivation codex of Lord Ota shows that your luck is simply extraordinary, so the factors that affect your strength can only happen in the family. ”

"There are many factors in the family, the first is the family background, if the son of a craftsman and the son of a samurai both want to become a samurai, it must be the son of a samurai who has a better chance! The second is the relationship between the family, if the craftsman's son has to be a samurai, but the craftsman wants his son to take over as a craftsman, and finally the two quarrel, or other things make the child's psychology fall into various shadows, and the final result must not be good. The third is the social interaction of the family, the craftsman offended people, and as a result, he was secretly stumped and planned to suppress the craftsman's son, which eventually produced something not very good, which led to the shackles of the craftsman's son and the inability to become stronger, which is also possible. ”

"See for yourself what prevents you from getting stronger?"

Kojiro asked softly at Musashi.

“……”

"So why do you keep talking about the craftsman's son? Did the craftsman's son recruit you or provoke you? ”

Musashi thought for a moment and asked Kojiro.

"It's not...... The factors that interfere with your becoming stronger, you ask my craftsman's son? ”

Kojiro said to Musashi with some collapse, he helped Musashi analyze so hard, and the other party actually asked him why he always used the son of a craftsman when he gave an example?

"Hahaha...... I know what is influencing me to become stronger? ”

Musashi smiled lightly at Kojiro, then nodded.

"I ask you, if one day you have to take revenge, but the object of your revenge still raises you without knowing your purpose and identity, and does not hesitate to give you a way to become stronger, and the strength is so strong that you despair, will you still take revenge?"

Musashi hadn't laughed so happily for a long time, probably because he was so happy that his mind was hot, and he asked Kojiro the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Hmm!"

Kojiro, who was originally immersed in Musashi's laughter, listened to Musashi's question, and his pupils shrank suddenly, this TMD is a pit! How would he answer this kind of question?

"If you don't want to say it, forget it!"

Musashi knew that the question he asked was a little too sensitive, especially after the other party saw his appearance, and he was even more sensitive.

"This is not within my answer, I can only think of all ways to make you stronger, strong enough to defeat your enemies, but in the end, whether you want revenge or not, you still have to decide how you feel at that time!"

Kojiro shook his head lightly at Musashi, he threw the question back to Musashi, if it was him, he would probably let go of hatred, but he would not persuade people to let go of hatred, nor would he take the initiative to provoke trouble for people to take revenge, and it was not up to him as an outsider to decide.

"Huh?!"

However, Musashi didn't expect Kojiro to give such an answer in the end, and his eyes slammed into a face, as if he saw some starlight.

"Actually, I asked you out today to tell you a passage that my master once left, which was what Master said to me when I was chatting with Master, and I think he actually wanted to tell you through my mouth!"

Kojiro looked at the petite man in front of him who seemed to have a galaxy in his eyes, and he was afraid that he would continue to stay with the other party, and his head would be hot and he would do something that did not conform to his life creed.

"Hmmm! I'll listen to it. ”

Musashi said, the starlight in his eyes even brighter.

"Ahh Hiss! ”

Kojiro gasped and decided that in the future, no matter whether Musashi was 'him' or 'she', even if it became 'it', he Kojiro would try to have less contact with the other party, he was afraid that his head would be hot.

"Listen, my master told me that you are indeed a genius swordsman, and you can completely restore the swordsmanship of the swordsman named Mita, but Mita's light is too strong, and he completely suppresses your original strength! Now it's not so much that you're manipulating the sword in your hand, it's more like the sword manipulating you to restore Mita's swordsmanship! If you want to become a true swordsman, then abandon Mita's swordsmanship and go your own way! That's all for me, I'm done, there's nothing to contact in the future! …… Alas! No more! ”

Kojiro said and left the martial arts arena in a hurry, his heart was beating away, and he was a little out of breath.

But even so, Kojiro still only left a sentence, and there was nothing to contact in the future...... But he didn't say what if Musashi had something to do?

"Hehe......"

Musashi looked at Kojiro who had fled and smiled lightly, and took off the mask on his head, revealing his long and thin hair like a sea of cherry blossoms, so many years.

"It's time to say goodbye to the damn mask, I am who I am."

Musashi casually threw the mask in his hand into the trash can, not caring at all about the samurai who came to the martial arts arena one after another to exercise, and just walked towards his residence.

Musashi, who said goodbye to the mask, added a new scenery to the originally quiet and monotonous streets of Zuan.