I Am a Heroic Spirit

"Is Akechi Mitsuhide a woman?"

"I'm so scared! I didn't even know about this!"

"No way?!"

"Of course not. Yoshihiro Go is Mitsuhide Akechi's sword. How could what he said be false?"

"That's impossible. Akechi Mitsuhide is clearly a man."

A group of Fusangshen started talking, and some of them were trying to create chaos maliciously.

"Don't make trouble, Tsurumaru, calm down. That guy is not Akechi Mitsuhide." Daitenta Mitsuyo spoke in time and pointed out Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was mixed in the crowd, and then said loudly.

"I have more than one master, and Akechi Mitsuhide doesn't have such advanced swordsmanship." Xiang Yoshihiro said coldly.

As a swordsman who was a colleague of Akechi Mitsuhide, Daitenta Mitsuyo's words were still convincing. In addition, the troublemaker Tsurumaru Kuninaga was singled out, and Go Yoshihiro personally confirmed it, which successfully calmed down the group of tsukumogami.

"Oh, I think I recognized that person. That posture is so obvious."

Before Yoshihiro Go was about to reveal the man's identity, another Tsukumogami spoke.

"The fierce and brutal yet orderly dual sword stance - earth, water, fire and wind, the survivability that is flexible enough to cope with all kinds of situations - this woman... could it be - Miyamoto Musashi, a disciple of Yoshioka, who is famous for his fierce killings!" Urashima Totsu shouted out the woman's identity in a trembling voice.

"What?! Man, are you serious?!" the Lion King asked in astonishment. Even he had heard of the name of the great swordsman Miyamoto Musashi. It should be said that anyone in Japan who was related to swords would know the man who could be called the Sword Saint.

"That's right. After all, I used to be a swordsman in the Edo period, and I know all the famous swordsmen well. This woman, there is no doubt about it! It's Miyamoto Musashi!" Urashima Kotetsu said loudly what he didn't want to believe.

"No, but... a woman... actually, a woman...? This is too unbelievable."

"Yes, that's impossible, isn't it?"

"Even more outrageous than Akechi Mitsuhide."

Urashima Kotetsu also aroused doubts. However, just before more and more people began to question him, Yoshihiro Sato spoke.

"That's right, that guy is Miyamoto Musashi, the man who took me away from Keibu Myojin... I don't know why he's a woman now, or maybe he was just a man dressed as a woman in the past."

"I have to admit, that 087 guy's swordsmanship is exactly the same as Musashi's, only more powerful."

"It's unbelievable that at this age, Musashi has swordsmanship that surpasses his former prime."

"The two swords in her hands are our true forms."

"Even though I want to deny it, my swordsmanship is undeniable."

The two Tsukumogami, standing closely together, spoke one by one, attracting everyone's attention.

"Yasutana of Hoki Province and Fujiwara no Kanesada of Izumi-no-kami are the swords that Miyamoto Musashi has always used. They are also the only two weapons of Miyamoto Musashi that have been passed down to later generations. You will believe what they say, right?" Yoshihiro Sato looked at the two tsukumogami coldly and said in a deep voice.

"Oh! You scared me. It seems that this space and time has collapsed."

After hearing this fact from the three Miyamoto Musashi who had used their swords, Tsurumaru Kuninaga said in a strange tone.

The other Tsukumogami also nodded in agreement. Not to mention Sengo Muramasa, after all, time and space are in chaos, and characters from all eras will appear. But they don’t know that after the chaos of time and space, even gender will change.

At this time, some of the tsukumogami were already imagining what Oda Nobunaga, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, and Okita Souji would look like after becoming women.

This should be a good thing for them. After all, after being scared once, they will not be scared the next time they see the feminized Oda Nobunaga, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, and Okita Souji.

Although Miyamoto Musashi's identity was recognized, the battle had to continue. Even Hoki Province Yasutsuna, Sato Yoshihiro, and Izumi no Kami Fujiwara Kanesada did not raise any objections.

Recognizing Miyamoto Musashi's identity meant that the battle plan needed to be changed, because ordinary time-travel troops were of no use to Miyamoto Musashi. In addition, Hoki Province Yasutsuna, Sato Yoshihiro, and Izumi no Kami Fujiwara Kanesada, the three who once carried swords with Miyamoto Musashi, did not want Miyamoto Musashi to die in such shame under the siege of a continuous stream of miscellaneous soldiers.

Well, this is the last mercy that the three of them show to Miyamoto Musashi.

Hoki Province's Yasutsuna, Sato Yoshihiro, and Izumi no Kami Fujiwara no Kanesada smiled bleakly and thought so in their hearts.

Chapter 172 I can’t think of a name

"Bam—"

Once he was kicked out, he knocked away five or six of the Jiansu Marching Army and died.

"—"

An arm fell to the ground and then quickly disappeared.

"boom--"

A person was lifted high into the air and then smashed to the ground, with human-shaped cracks even appearing on the ground.

"Chong-"

One man's long sword was knocked away, and his unprotected neck was cut open with a bloody line.

“Bang—pop!”

One person was slammed towards the other person by skillful force, and they collided into a ball, then flew backwards together and embedded themselves into the city wall.

"puff--"

One man was cut in half from head to toe, blood spurting out of the huge crack.

"Click——"

With a backslash, several famous swords and dozens of knives broke in the middle, and the body that was cut in half gradually disappeared.

"The true sword must..."

"boom!"

Yoshihiro Sato fell heavily to the ground, his chest was stepped on by Miyamoto Musashi's shoe, and the shining blade was hanging on Yoshihiro Sato's neck.

Just a minute ago, the group of tsukumogami who made the arrogant statement attacked Miyamoto Musashi at the same time, followed by a sword fight that was so fast that it was difficult to see the movement. The dozen or so tsukumogami who were swinging their swords at Miyamoto Musashi were almost counterattacked by Miyamoto Musashi at the same time. In less than a minute, all the tsukumogami within a radius of ten meters were cleared out.

"Hey, a swordsman who became a demon because of emotional hurt?"

Looking at Yoshihiro Sato, who felt somewhat familiar with the ground beneath her feet, Miyamoto Musashi asked a question that didn't need an answer.

"It feels a bit familiar. Never mind. It's not a big deal."

Shaking his head, Miyamoto Musashi asked, "Any last words?"

Xiang Yihong stared at the girl in front of him in a daze. She was completely different from the one he remembered, both in appearance and height. However, her imposing aura, familiar aura, unparalleled Niten Ichiryu swordsmanship, and the essence of the Five Wheels were almost identical.

"Yes." After hearing Miyamoto Musashi's question, Yoshihiro Sato opened his mouth in a trance and involuntarily said what was in his heart.

"Huh? Is that true? I was just saying it casually." Miyamoto Musashi smiled awkwardly.

"I just want to ask a question." Xiang Yihong did not listen to what Miyamoto Musashi said, but said to himself, "I just want to ask a question."

Miyamoto Musashi looked around. While she was dealing with those tsukumogami, the others were not standing still. Many of the time-traveling soldiers around her were shot dead, and the other tsukumogami were also quite far away. It seemed that it would take some time for them to arrive. The tsukumogami who had no intention of coming over were attacking the city, but it didn't matter. She didn't expect to be able to defend the city gate. After all, if she really defended it, those nobles would be useless.

If it were just ordinary militia, no matter how strong her military law was, she wouldn't be able to lead them to fight against the monster army. Without real elite soldiers, relying on the militia to die was not a solution.

"Go ahead." Seeing that no one came to disturb her, Miyamoto Musashi showed mercy and spoke.

"Why, after taking me from the gods, do you not use me properly? You are clearly a first-rate swordsman, and I am also a first-rate sword."

Yoshihiro Sato forced himself to open his mouth and express his resentment. Every sword hopes to have a powerful swordsman as its master, and he is naturally no exception. His first master was Mitsuhide Akechi. Although he did not have any swordsmanship attainments, he was also a good master. Although the later master was an unparalleled swordsman in the world, he abandoned him and did not use him. This did not make him feel any resentment.

"Just to ask this, giving up the chance to escape, just to ask this?"

Miyamoto Musashi sneered disdainfully, then turned his gaze to the real body of Yoshihiro Sato who had fallen to the side.

"So it's you, Yoshihiro Go, the Kinoshita family heirloom that was stolen from the Kinoshita family by Princess Keibu and then delivered to me."

Having just met the princess Kobu who gave him the sword today, Miyamoto Musashi recognized Yoshihiro Sato's identity at a glance.

"Did you recognize me? Miyamoto Musashi, answer my question." Miyamoto Musashi's answer made Yoshihiro Sato completely confirm Miyamoto Musashi's identity to a certain extent.

"Isn't the reason obvious? You actually asked that? I'll answer it once. Listen carefully, I'm Miyamoto Musashi, the swordsman who founded the Niten-ryū school. The sword that suits me best is a long dachi, not a wakizashi that's only thirty or forty centimeters long."

Miyamoto Musashi said as a matter of course that her school did not specialize in using wakizashi. There was no point in using wakizashi unless there was a need to break armor and commit seppuku, or in a small space.

"For this reason," Yoshihiro Sato's body trembled suddenly, and then he stiffened and did not move. Although he knew that Miyamoto Musashi practiced the double-sword style of Niten Ichiryu, he had never thought about it in this regard. Or, in the extreme eyes of Yoshihiro Sato, even if Miyamoto Musashi used wakizashi, it would not have any effect.

"Any last words?" Miyamoto Musashi asked suddenly.

Xiang Yihong opened his mouth, wanting to say something unwillingly.

"Pfft!"

Before Yoshihiro Sato could say anything, Miyamoto Musashi moved his wrist and cut Yoshihiro Sato's throat with the sword in his hand.

"Sorry, it doesn't matter if there are any last words. I don't intend to listen anyway. A sword is a sword. Obeying the master's orders and killing the enemy is my duty. There is no need to have so many regrets."

Miyamoto Musashi looked at the attacking tsukumogami around her and pulled out the sword from Yoshihiro Sato's body. She didn't intend to waste any more time talking to the weapons.

"..."

Yoshihiro Sato opened his eyes wide, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. Gradually, Yoshihiro Sato's body dissipated with his eyes open, leaving only a wakizashi that contained one tenth of Yoshihiro Sato's strength.

Picking up the wakizashi that fell on the ground, feeling the power contained in it and the dissipated spirituality, Miyamoto Musashi felt in a good mood. After all, he had picked up a precious sword for free.

Miyamoto Musashi's kendo is different from that of the Chinese swordsmen. To her, swords are just weapons, props for pursuing kendo, and she will not feel sorry if swords lose their spirituality.

"Is that what you think? Miyamoto Musashi."

Two voices sounded at the same time behind Miyamoto Musashi. Miyamoto Musashi raised his eyebrows, slung Yoshihiro Go across the left side of his waist, placing it together with the scabbard of the tachi, and then turned around calmly.

The two people standing behind Miyamoto Musashi frowned, their faces looked extremely ugly, and their eyes were filled with complex emotions, resentment and anger intertwined. They seemed to be irritated by Miyamoto Musashi's words.

"Am I wrong? Hoki Province Yasutsuna, Izumi no Kami Fujiwara Kanesada, isn't that the meaning of swords? It should be said that those Shinsengumi you are loyal to are the weird ones. No swordsman would fall in love with swords like them. Even I, no matter how much I like Mei-shao... ahem, I won't develop feelings for a tool."

Miyamoto Musashi spoke calmly, and almost revealed the hobby hidden in his heart. Fortunately, he changed his words in time, otherwise it would have been very embarrassing.

Miyamoto Musashi's words also reflect the understanding of all Japanese swordsmen. Ancient swordsmen like them really cannot understand the values ​​of those girls a thousand years later.

"Now that you say so..."

"So……"

"True Sword Kills!" x2

Yasunaga of Hoki Province and Fujiwara Kanesada of Izumi-no-kami naturally knew that what Miyamoto Musashi said was normal, but their lives and memories a thousand years later made them subconsciously want to deny Miyamoto Musashi's words. The conflicting cognition made the two Tsukumogami feel extremely painful. This pain drove them to suddenly attack and use a trick comparable to a medium-level anti-personnel Noble Phantasm.

"That's exactly what should happen. As a sword, why are you talking so much nonsense? Return and strike!"

With an excited shout and a flash of snow-white silver light, the two figures vanished into thin air, and the two precious swords fell from the air. Miyamoto Musashi took advantage of the situation and swung his sword, intending to take the swords with destroyed spirits into his hands, but he didn't expect that the two swords merged into the two swords like water into a river the moment they touched each other.

It was an unexpected surprise. After the swords, which were originally from the same origin, lost their masters, they naturally chose to merge with their other selves. Hundreds of years of cultivation made Miyamoto Musashi's double swords rise to several levels, and now they are equivalent to B-level permanent treasures.

With the strengthened dual swords, Miyamoto Musashi was even more powerful. Her swordsmanship became even more powerful, and she killed the time-traveling soldiers in a panic. Even ordinary Tsukumogami were no different from ordinary soldiers to her.

However, no matter how strong Miyamoto Musashi was, she alone could not stop so many time-traveling troops, especially after Mikazuki Munechika and Odenta Mitsuyo also took action. Miyamoto Musashi was dragged down and unable to escape. She could only watch the city gate fall down under the roaring waves of Lion King's Red Lotus.

"Army attack!"

Seeing this situation, the generals on the city wall had no choice but to issue an order to fight face to face with the Time Traveling Army.

However, even though the militia had a general who was a master who could fight against a hundred people at once, and had the assistance of the Onmyoji, who also activated an attacking magic circle to help, they still could not stop the invasion of the Time Travel Army.

Under the leadership of Shishio and other tsukumogami, hundreds of militiamen were killed in just half an hour, and several leading generals were also killed by the tsukumogami's casual blows. The result of the battle on the side of Himeji Castle was only less than a thousand time-tracing troops and five or six tsukumogami who were killed by the talismans and formations of the Onmyoji.

"Go to the Lord's Mansion and tell them the information here."

A trace of pity flashed in Hanakaiin Harima's eyes, and he turned to the Onmyoji beside him and said.

"Yes, my lord."

After the Onmyoji next to him responded, he turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace in the shadows.

"Ready, activate the trap."

Then, Hanakaiin Harima closed his eyes and uttered a sentence with difficulty.

"Master, please use that."

The female Onmyoji nearby looked at the tragic scene below with dismay and pleaded with Hanakaiin Harima. "If we use that thing, even just once, it will be enough to annihilate all these demons."

"..."

Hanakaiin Harima remained silent and closed his eyes.

"Don't be willful, Nanako, can you use that thing casually?" Seeing that Hanakaiin Harima didn't speak for a long time, a middle-aged Onmyoji stood up and started scolding.

"Father, but..." Hanakaiin Nanako wanted to continue, but facing the gaze of the middle-aged Onmyoji, she retreated.

"I'm sorry, Master of the Family, Nanako is still too ignorant. I will let her receive the punishment when we get back." The middle-aged Onmyoji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hanakai Nanako retreat. He bowed slightly to Hanakai Harima and said in a deep voice.

"That's not necessary," Hanakaiin Harima finally spoke, shaking his head. "I've had the same thought as Nanako, and I think everyone has. It's a pity that something like that is so important that it can't be used until the last moment. Otherwise, I would have already activated it."

The middle-aged Yin-Yang master's face was gloomy, and the faces of the other Yin-Yang masters were not very good either. None of them had the heart to watch their fellow countrymen die in vain. They forced themselves not to speak out the decision, simply because if such a thing was used carelessly, it would very likely cause an even more dangerous situation.

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