Zuo Cun spoke.

At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand.

"Put the flame—"

"Cut it open."

Zheng——

"What!?"

There was a look of disbelief in Tomoe's scarlet eyes.

Her flame - stripped away?

Or was it cut open by a mere modern servant like Samura Anno?

"......I see."

Miyamoto Musashi showed a smile, a smile of sudden realization.

"Thank you so much - Mr. Samura Anno!"

After two days of first-class performance, Miyamoto Musashi completely calmed down.

As long as there is no distraction, all the attention is focused on the sword in front of you——

Be able to--

call--

boom!!!

"Go away!!!"

Tomoe let out an angry roar.

but--

What came face to face was the light of the sword.
Chapter completed!