“Mushashi…”

Matsumoto Ichirō softly called Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi heard the sound and looked back at Matsumoto Ichirō with no expression on his face.

"Senior brother, is there anything wrong with you calling me?"

"I just asked you, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Miyamoto Musashi shook his head and continued to look at the sky, with a pool of stagnant water in his eyes.

"It's almost time, it's time for you to go out and meet everyone."

Matsumoto Ichirō continued.

He was in a heavy mood. With this method, even if he won, the price Miyamoto Musashi would pay was too high.

Miyamoto Musashi nodded, stood up and walked outside.

Matsumoto Ichirō looked at the background of his departure, his face heavy, and he whistled to the sky for a long time.

Miyamoto Musashi walked out of the lounge and headed towards the Dragon Sword Platform.

"Mr. Musashi Miyamoto is here!"

The crowd saw Miyamoto Musashi with sharp eyes and shouted loudly.

The rest of the people looked at him and saw Miyamoto Musashi, and shouted happily.

"It's really Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, Mr. Miyamoto Musashi, you must win this time and deal with that Wu Tian!"

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi is invincible in the world, and this time he will definitely win glory for our Japan!"

"The honor of Japan lies in you, you must not disappoint us!"

The sounds in the crowd were rising and falling, and they continued.

But the expression on Miyamoto Musashi's face was still heavy and his steps became heavier.

He climbed to the Dragon Slaying Platform, turned around and looked at everyone below the stage with a expressionless look, raised his hands, and made a sure victory.

This action even pushed the audience's passion to the climax.

"Mr. Musashi Miyamoto is mighty!"

"Mr. Musashi Miyamoto is mighty!"

"Mr. Musashi Miyamoto is mighty!"

The people in Japan were very excited, and some even started to cry.

At this time, a group of people slowly walked towards him in the distance, and the one who was walking in front was Defence Minister Yamamoto Ichima.

The Japanese people consciously moved the road aside.

Following Yamamoto Ichima is three luxury carriages, each with twenty or thirty samurai on both sides.

"It's the carriage of His Majesty the Emperor, the Crown Prince and the Second Prince."

The disciples of the Kendo Hall recognized the three carriages and hurriedly knelt down.

The Japanese people knelt down immediately afterwards, and fell to their knees.

Yamamoto Ichima led the car into the audience.

The car stopped, and the warrior stepped forward and lifted the curtain.

Ichiro Okamura was the first to come out, waved at the people kneeling on the ground with a smile, and said, "Get up."

Only then did the people kneeling on the ground dare to get up.

Ichiro Okamura got off the car, and the crown prince and the second crown prince followed closely.

Yamamoto Ichimaru led the way in front and climbed to the audience stage. Ichiro Okamura sat in the first seat in the middle, and the crown prince and the second crown prince sat on both sides of him.

Ichiro Okamura glanced at the Dragon Slaying Platform, only Miyamoto Musashi, frowned slightly, and looked at Yamamoto Ichima: "Why are there only one person on the stage? What about Wu Tian? Are you afraid and ran away?"

Yamamoto Ichimaru bowed and said, "If you go back to His Majesty, our people will go to the inn to pick up Wu Tian early in the morning, and they should be still on the way now."

Ichiro Okamura nodded and signaled Yamamoto Ichima to sit down.

The sun gradually entered the middle and the temperature also rose sharply.

The people sitting on the audience stage started to sweat on their foreheads.
Chapter completed!