"This is a book written by the male Miyamoto Musashi from the history of our world, not by the Miyamoto Musashi that Senpai encountered—come to think of it, that Miss Miyamoto Musashi wasn't a Heroic Spirit either, was she?"
Mash showed The Book of Five Rings to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who blinked.
"She was probably a living human, but powerful enough to rival a Heroic Spirit," Fujimaru Ritsuka said, recounting what he knew.
"To be honest, I find Miss Miyamoto Musashi's way of existing somewhat difficult to understand."
Mash scratched her head.
Remaining alive, traveling and leaping between worlds.
Different histories, different ways of existing, yet using the same name—and even the same swordsmanship.
"Perhaps we can only seek traces of the truth through works like this."
"I see, so it is The Book of Five Rings."
Another voice rang out.
A swordsman clad in a light purple kimono had appeared beside Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash without them noticing.
"Ah, Mr. Sasaki Kojiro!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up.
When Miyamoto Musashi was mentioned—Sasaki Kojiro's existence could certainly not be overlooked.
"No, no."
Kojiro hurriedly waved his hands.
"Though I do indeed call myself Sasaki Kojiro, none can know the truth within. I am merely an incompetent swordsman who quietly appropriated the name Sasaki Kojiro without its owner's knowledge."
He let out a sigh.
"Though I have indeed heard the name Miyamoto Musashi, I have never met the man. Nor do I share any fate or grievance with him."
"—But even so, having acquired the name Kojiro, it is only natural that I cannot overlook the existence of Shinmen Musashi."
"At times, even against my wishes, the instant I was summoned here as Sasaki Kojiro, I acquired some knowledge from The Book of Five Rings."
"In other words, Mr. Kojiro can interpret