Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

After speaking to Takao Taifu, the female Musashi turned around and faced Miyamoto Iori.

"Well, then, back to the topic!"

She looked at Miyamoto Iori and called out Iori's name.

"Iori-kun."

"exist!"

"You know what my only regret is, right?"

Miyamoto Iori looked at this master who was completely different from the one he remembered.

Although her gender and other aspects are different, what is certain is that she is indeed her master Miyamoto Musashi!

Then, Miyamoto Iori answered.

"Of course, I should be the one to speak up."

"My master, my father, was the strongest swordsman in Japan, the greatest swordsman in the world."

"Miyamoto Musashi's name was also well-known in Edo—it must be fate that brought us together again."

"Therefore, please agree..."

"Please fight me to the death!!!"

At this moment, looking at this scene in the picture.

Countless magicians and heroic spirits showed surprised expressions.

And in mainland Japan.

The Japanese magician watched the scene on the screen.

Although they are not samurai, the samurai blood flowing in their bodies allows them to understand the thoughts of Miyamoto Iori and Miyamoto Musashi.

The others completely didn't understand what Miyamoto Iori and Miyamoto Musashi were thinking in the picture.

"They are clearly master and disciple, and the master is clearly about to go to another world."

"As a result, at this time, he actually wants to fight his master to the death?"

What kind of magical idea is this?

At this moment, this is what most viewers are thinking.

Of course, no one will explain it to them.

Only a samurai can understand the thoughts of a samurai.

The screen continues to play!!!

In the picture, Takao Taifu was helpless after listening to the conversation between the two.

"Really?! That's why I don't like samurai!"

Miyamoto Musashi smiled with satisfaction.

She looked at Miyamoto Iori and answered.

"it is good!"

"Although the world is different, you are still my only disciple. And my only regret."

"I, the female Musashi, will take over the regret left behind at this moment of enlightenment and help Musashi fulfill his wish!"

And after listening to the conversation between the two.

Saber looked at Miyamoto Iori, somewhat bewildered.

Miyamoto Iori's words were truly shocking.

Therefore, Saber couldn't help but question.

"Iori—are you serious?"

The main thing is that the opponent is not only a powerful heroic spirit, but also Miyamoto Iori's master.

He is the founder of Ertianyisu and the strongest controller of Ertianyisu! ! !

It would be fine if Miyamoto Iori just challenged him to a sparring match, but now he's even asking for a life-and-death duel!!!

This is simply asking for trouble and self-destruction!!!

Although she had such thoughts, Saber did not speak them out loud.

She just looked at Miyamoto Iori with great concern.

"I understand that in your heart, Master is a special rival! I also understand that you may never meet again!"

"But how could you possibly win her? If you—"

When Saber was persuading Miyamoto Iori with emotion.

Miyamoto Iori turned around and interrupted Saber's words.

"This isn't a matter of winning or losing. As a swordsman, I must fight!!!"

"No need to interfere, no need to persuade!!!"

"Please, Saber. Let me put the crescent moon and anything else behind me for now."

"That's my plea."

Saber looked at Miyamoto Iori and saw a very serious expression on his face.

So she sighed.

"...Okay. Since it's come to this, I won't stop you."

Seeing that the two finally reached a consensus, Miyamoto Musashi appeared at the right time.

"Have you finished talking to your good friends about your inner thoughts?"

"Actually, you and Ber going together is also an idea!"

Hearing what the female Musashi said, Takao Taifu instantly became worried about her.

"Wait a minute, Musashi-chan."

The female Musashi only responded with a hearty laugh.

Looking at the female Musashi's appearance, Saber understood that she was not joking.

"Looks like you're not joking! Hahahaha, I really like you, Musashi!"

Seeing the conversation getting increasingly off track, Miyamoto Iori turned to look at his master and said.

"I won't let Saber take action. Please fight me one on one!!!"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at his disciple's momentum and showed a gratified expression.

“That’s the energy we need!”

"But aren't you getting a little carried away, Iori?"

"Don't forget, if it comes to competing against Nitian, I'll definitely beat you!"

After saying that, Miyamoto Musashi left first.

He went to the place where they were fighting, waited for Miyamoto Iori to be ready, and then came to fight.

Looking at his master's receding back, Miyamoto Iori suddenly had an inexplicable magical feeling.

Only when Miyamoto Musashi's figure completely disappeared from his sight did Miyamoto Iori follow the same path Miyamoto Musashi had taken.

After walking for a while, Miyamoto Musashi's figure could be seen faintly.

At this moment, Saber suddenly stopped and looked at Miyamoto Iori.

"Are you really going, Iori?"

Miyamoto Iori answered with a resolute look in his eyes.

"Well, please don't stop me, Saber."

Saber shook her head.

"I told you I won't stop you, so go ahead and duel."

"But, I also have a condition... You have to promise me, you have to swear, you must come back alive!!!"

"After all, you still have wishes to fulfill, don't you?"

Looking at Saber's worried expression, Miyamoto Iori knew that he had been a little willful on this trip.

But, no matter what, this is a duel that cannot be avoided.

So, he could only answer Saber.

"I never intended to die! Believe me, I will definitely come back alive!"

Looking at Miyamoto Iori's appearance, Saber gave an encouraging smile.

"That's good."

Then, Saber said nothing more and let Miyamoto Iori leave on his own.

She would just watch the fight from a distance.

Before going to the battle, Miyamoto Iori looked at Saber and said.

"Saber, can I make a request as well?"

"When I come back, I want to call you by your real name."

Saber was stunned.

Miyamoto Iori thought Saber didn't hear him, so he spoke again.

"Did you hear that? I thought..."

Of course Saber heard it, she just couldn't react immediately.

The pretty face suddenly turned red.

"You, you, you are so nonsensical, what are you saying all of a sudden?"

Miyamoto Iori looked at Saber, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That's a reasonable request, isn't it? Besides, in the previous battle, almost all the survivors of the ritual have guessed your identity."

"There's no point in hiding it any further."

After hearing what Miyamoto Iori said, Saber continued to shake her head in rejection.

"No, no! I won't let you call my name!"

"Give me some face."

Saber turned her head to the side proudly.

"Humph--"

"I beg you."

"I won't do it!"

"Please, Saber!"

"You, you are so stubborn."

"Then I'll let you call me once. If you do that once, I might consider it."

Saber finished speaking, clenching her fists with a shy look on her face.

"This is a special case, you have me to thank!"

Looking at Saber's cute appearance, Miyamoto Iori couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you, I'll save it for the best time!"

"I'll go then. Watch carefully, Saber!"

Saber nodded.

Then, under Saber's gaze.