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The long sword was drawn, the short sword flashed, and everything happened in an instant. The robbers fell silently into a pool of blood.

"This, fellow swordsman, thank you so much for saving me. I will be eternally grateful!"

The teahouse owner poked his head out and looked gratefully at the young man holding a pair of blades, one long and one short. His voice trembled, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

The swordsman, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had a resolute yet weathered face with stubble and messy black hair that was casually tied up, all of which indicated that he had experienced many trials and tribulations.

"It's alright, just give me a bowl of buckwheat noodles, with extra sugar."

The middle-aged man spoke with a slightly awkward accent, his expression was indifferent, he sheathed his knife, casually found a seat and sat down, his posture upright yet exuding loneliness.

The other customers at the teahouse had already scattered and fled when the bandits arrived, leaving only the swordsman and the owner who couldn't bear to abandon the teahouse he had run for so many years.

"Yes, please enjoy your meal." The tea stall owner quickly and attentively served him a bowl of fragrant buckwheat noodles and poured him a cup of tea, saying:

"I will waive all your expenses at this teahouse today as a way of repaying your kindness."

"Thank you."

After speaking, the swordsman picked up the tea and slowly sipped it, exuding an aura of detachment from strangers.

The two remained silent for a moment.

Unable to bear the awkward silence, the teahouse owner struck up a conversation with the swordsman.

"Brother Swordsman, judging from your weathered face, you must have traveled to many places, met many formidable figures, and fought many extraordinary and powerful opponents."

"Those I've encountered all seem to be weaklings," the middle-aged man said nonchalantly. He looked extremely arrogant, then slurped up his buckwheat noodles.

"Really? Haha, I heard the martial arts tournament is full of experts, especially this year's champion..."

Upon hearing his reply, the boss's face lit up with joy, and he prepared to showcase his years of experience in boasting and exaggerating.

"Hiss... Oh, that guy's already dead." The swordsman said as he ate, then downed a cup of hot tea.

"Truly... the weather is unpredictable. Cough cough, as expected, at such a young age, one should stay up less and exercise more. By the way, I heard there's some big news lately: a vampire king has appeared on East Island. It's said he has three heads, four pairs of wings, and four arms..."

The boss swallowed, then quickly changed the subject and refilled his teacup.

"Xu Fu? He's dead too," the swordsman said nonchalantly. A hint of sadness flickered in his eyes, as he thought of someone who liked to add sugar to buckwheat noodles.

"...You are quite the well-informed person! Judging from your accent, you seem to be from Fusang in the East Wind Sea."

The boss swallowed again, thinking to himself that this was no ordinary person, and then praised him before changing the subject again.

"Yes, we were just talking about Japan. Japan also has some very powerful figures, like Miyamoto Musashi... He's the one who killed Xu Fu. He wielded a long sword in his left hand and a short sword in his right, killing gods and demons alike. He's taken more heads than he's eaten rice..."

The more the shopkeeper spoke, the more uneasy he felt. The person before him seemed very similar to his description, also wielding a long sword and a short sword, and equally skilled in swordsmanship, but he didn't know his name...

"Oh, that guy is still a formidable opponent," the swordsman chuckled. Fighting oneself is a good idea.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know how to address you, esteemed swordsman. Let me guess, what you just said... could it be that you are...?"

Seeing the swordsman's expression, the shopkeeper cautiously asked, already having some guesses in his mind.

"Yes, I am Miyamoto Musashi. Do you know of any other places where I could challenge a worthy opponent?" the swordsman readily admitted.

That's right, he is Miyamoto Musashi, who challenged the World Martial Arts Tournament champion, killed Xu Fu, a vampire who caused chaos in Japan, and whose swordsmanship was unparalleled. He was also awarded the title of "Sword Saint" in Japan. To this day, his life can be summed up in two words: invincible.

Aiming to be unparalleled in the world, he already had no rivals in Fusang, but he craved a worthy opponent, one with whom he could have a thoroughly enjoyable battle, to take another step closer to his goal. So he left Fusang and set off for Chang'an, a city said to be a gathering place for the strongest. However, it seems that some things happened on the way, and he has not yet arrived in Chang'an...

"Chang'an!"

The tea stall owner was taken aback by his words and instinctively uttered two words.

"Sword Saint, only the most powerful empire in the East, Chang'an, the capital of the Great Tang Dynasty, is full of talented people. Sword Immortal Li Bai, Sheriff Di Renjie... are all renowned figures. Surely there is someone there who can become your worthy opponent."

The boss said earnestly. But inwardly he was surprised that he had actually encountered the Sword Saint and been saved by him; how lucky he was.

The boss said earnestly, his heart filled with admiration and surprise. He was so lucky to have encountered the legendary Sword Saint and been saved by him.

"Chang'an? That's exactly what I'm thinking of going there, but..."

Halfway through his sentence, Miyamoto Musashi seemed to hesitate about something.

"But?" the boss asked, puzzled.

"I'm lost..." Miyamoto Musashi said helplessly, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

The only problem in my life right now is that I always get lost, and today was no exception.

How can I find my opponent if I keep getting lost?

Miyamoto Musashi smiled bitterly to himself, yet he couldn't break the habit.

"Uh……?"

The boss was stunned again, never expecting that the famous Sword Saint would get lost.

"Well then, I've been to Chang'an a few times myself. I'll draw you a simple map, and you should be able to get there by following it."

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi, who had a somewhat troubled expression, the tea stall owner said this with a kind smile on his face.

"Thank you very much!"

Miyamoto Musashi was pleasantly surprised. Right now, he was more concerned with finding the right way to Chang'an than finding an opponent. This shopkeeper had solved his immediate problem.

"Sword Saint, I have finished drawing it. Please take a look."

A short while later, the tea stall owner came out, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Hmm...not bad." After looking at it for a long time, Miyamoto Musashi finally managed to utter two words.

This drawing can be described as rudimentary. With just a few strokes, two circles are drawn to indicate the location of the teahouse and Chang'an, and there is a large X next to it. Several intersecting lines indicate the roads. That is a map. However, Miyamoto Musashi could not understand either complex or simple maps.

"That's wonderful! It's my honor to be able to help the Sword Saint. As long as you follow the instructions, you should be able to reach Chang'an. Even if you don't, it won't be far off; you'll definitely be in the vicinity," the shopkeeper said happily.

"Then I shall take my leave now. I am eager to find my ideal opponent."

Miyamoto Musashi solemnly put away the blueprints and got up to leave.

"Ah, wait, Sword Saint!" The teahouse owner suddenly exclaimed, as if he had remembered something.

"Is there anything else?" Miyamoto Musashi stopped and asked, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Sword Saint, you should have seen the places I marked with an 'X' on the blueprint, right? You absolutely mustn't go there!" the teahouse owner said sternly, his face full of tension.

"What happened there?" Seeing the boss's serious yet frightened expression, Miyamoto Musashi's curiosity was piqued.

“There…there’s a deep abyss there. You must never go there. It’s about two or three hundred miles from here. It’s a man-eating abyss. It’s said that a demon lives in it, guarding endless treasures. It attracts many thieves to explore, but no one has ever returned unscathed. They either go mad, become insane, or perish in the abyss…” the shopkeeper said hesitantly, a hint of fear in his voice.

"Please be aware that this is absolutely not a place for the living to go, and you should never even think about challenging it. There is nothing there, and it is definitely not something an ordinary person can handle. Please remember this."

The boss spoke in a painstaking tone.

"Thank you for your advice, but let me tell you a secret: I am invincible!"

Miyamoto Musashi smiled nonchalantly, turned and left, the setting sun casting his shadow longer and longer...

"By the way, is west my right-hand direction, or the boss's right-hand direction...?"

……

(Note: I used the older version for most of Miyamoto Musashi's background, and only a small part of the newer version. Please forgive me.)