"Sensei, I'm not afraid of danger. I want to fight with you!" Musashi said between gasps after hearing Miyamoto's words.
"Good, very good. I know you weren't deliberately backing down, but this is the best arrangement. You can't face an enemy this powerful. If you come with me, you'll only distract me. As long as you wait somewhere far away for me to return, I can fight without worries. He may have strange methods, but killing me won't be easy either." Duodelunchang looked uneasily at Mirai and patted him on the shoulder. Though anxious, he spoke with confidence and strength.
"Then, Sensei..." Seeing that Duodelunchang had made up his mind, Mirai reluctantly accepted his decision.
Facing the powerful Lu Wu this time, Mirai felt terribly weak and insignificant. Against opponents of a higher level and greater strength, all the methods he had once been proud of had lost their effect.
After his strength had rapidly improved over the past few years, Mirai had felt somewhat pleased and satisfied with himself. But this heavy blow quickly woke him from that dream. He realized that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and true powerhouses, and that he had to work even harder and spend more time accumulating strength.
Once he calmed down, Mirai found that the joy in his heart had increased instead. It was as if countless mysteries had suddenly appeared before him, waiting for him to explore them, while countless powerful figures stood ahead, waiting for him to surpass them. An expectant smile appeared on his face.
Duodelunchang smiled approvingly when he saw Mirai's expression. He understood that when someone wanted to become stronger, this was the natural smile that appeared—pure, natural, and full of confidence.
Looking at Mirai again, Duodelunchang felt that he had become calm, as though