Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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"Clap."

But as they continued walking, Iori began to frown.

The area that was just a moment ago bustling and noisy is now eerily quiet.

Looking back, one can see that apart from the houses scattered around the road, there is no sign of life.

"A magic trick to ward off idlers?"

"In other words, someone is deliberately protecting the sacred site."

Realizing this, Iori continued walking forward, but her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

Although I don't know if it was the Master's doing, it's better to be careful.

"Ok?"

When they reached the foot of a large tree, Iori looked up, then suddenly turned around and drew her twin swords.

"Clang!!"

A horned demon appeared before him, and without any ceremony, he began to move.

"Pfft!!!"

"Crack!!!"

Faced with the abhorrent monster, he slew it with ruthless skill.

"Did it react to my magic?"

Without leaving any trace, Iori simply put the knife away with a slight regret.

Its sudden appearance can be considered a "ghostly" occurrence caused by magic.

Knowing the situation, Iori was naturally able to handle it alone with ease.

He already had experience in how to "enchant" dual swords to deal with the "mysterious".

At that moment, a sudden sound of attack came, and Iori quickly retreated.

The tip of the knife flashed past his eyes, and he dodged it.

But the follow-up slash startled him.

(This is?!)

"Clang!!"

Forced to parry with his twin swords, he was met with an unfamiliar face.

"Sizzle!!!"

Her body was thrown back, her feet sliding along the ground. Before Iori could even speak, the opponent's attack had already arrived.

It was a surprise attack with flashing colored lights.

(As expected. No mistake.)

(She used .)

Realizing what was happening, Iori became certain of the enemy's swordsmanship style and began to act as well.

The green blade light swept upwards from below, forcing the opponent to retreat.

"!"

Clearly taken aback by his move, the enemy's actions came to a halt.

Not letting such an opportunity pass by, Iori rushed forward.

The sight of the two swords being brandished caused the newcomer to show a look of astonishment.

"Fire Form?"

"Crack!!"

Blocked by the "Earth Form" horizontal slash, Iori got close and heard the other party's voice.

It was a woman dressed in beautiful clothes.

Gender is not the point for Iori, the problem is...

The sword style and form the opponent was wielding were undoubtedly "Niten Ichi-ryu".

He should be the only one in the world who can use that style of teaching.

Such behavior...

Iori will never forget the familiar actions and habits.

"Master?"

He uttered that title with a tone full of surprise and disbelief.

"Allah."

"Who are you.?"

First hesitant, then certain.

"Iori?"

As he softly called that name, Musashi revealed the other person's identity.

"I see. Is that so?"

Now that Musashi knew why Sasaki Kojiro had said those words, he understood their meaning.

I never expected to meet my "disciple" here.

Moreover, in the capacity of Master and Servant

Is this a tragic fate or simply bad luck?

But for both sides...

The feelings would definitely be completely different.

But Iori's feelings were more or less filled with "surprise" and "joy".

How could it not be considered lucky to be able to see one's "deceased" master again?

At least Miyamoto Iori thinks this is a good thing.

Chapter 622: Contact and the Rise of Ideas! (4K)

Iori was rescued by her master, Miyamoto Musashi, when she was being robbed by bandits as a child.

Later, he became his adopted son and studied under him for two days and one month of mastery.

But life is unpredictable. When Iori had only learned the "Earth" and "Water" sword forms, Miyamoto Musashi passed away.

As a result, Iori's Niten Ichi-ryu style has not even mastered the "Sky" realm, let alone the "Fire" and "Wind" realms.

It's commonly known as being stuck at a certain skill level, unable to improve or decline.

Even so, he didn't complain, but instead figured it out on his own.

He thought he would never make any progress in his life, but after witnessing the battle of the Heroic Spirits, he was inspired and invited Kenshin to train with him.

Iori finally mastered his own "Fire" and "Wind" forms.

It would be difficult to make such rapid progress simply by practicing swordsmanship day after day.

Currently, he has not fully mastered the "Void" form of Niten Ichi-ryu, but Iori believes that as long as he is in the Dragon Ball War, it is only a matter of time.

We are not far from the realm our master has reached!

But I never expected this.

Such an opportunity is possible in Yoshiwara.

The deceased master appeared in the form of a woman.

You asked how Iori recognized her?

The familiar sword swing trajectory and swordsmanship.

If he can't even recognize this scene of being beaten, he shouldn't call himself a successor of the Second Heaven First Style.

"I thought it was just another petty thief."

"I never expected it to be my beloved student!"

"What a coincidence."

With a chuckle, Musashi habitually slung her sword over her shoulder and began to speak.

"I should be the one saying that."