Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's meaning was clear.
[I'll give you another chance to fight Archer Inferno.]
That was more or less what he meant.
"There is, after all, a difference between ronin and samurai. There is no need to be angry, Musashi."
After Yagyu Tajima-no-kami left, Musashi looked quite furious, while Sakumura showed no great emotional reaction.
He had seen this sort of thing far too often—so often that he had become somewhat indifferent to it.
In any case, if he did not want to do something, no one could force him to do it.
Other than Kanna, he had no weaknesses, and Kanna could protect herself well—that was how Sakumura had always been.
All he could say was that it was fortunate Mibu Village was a small village untouched by war.
"Honestly... what a sly old man! He's even more disgusting than overcooked udon!"
Musashi did not calm down because of Sakumura's comfort. Instead, she grew even angrier.
"...Overcooked udon really is disgusting."
Fuuma Kotarou weakly and helplessly agreed with Musashi's opinion.
There was simply nothing they could do about this.
As long as they were in this country, they had to obey the authorities' orders. This was something they truly had to do.
"Let's see what the Master thinks."
Sakumura shrugged and looked toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"At the very least, we need to understand one thing."
Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke seriously.
"Those samurai may be considered strong, but they cannot possibly serve as the force to defeat Archer Inferno."
"Even Yagyu Tajima-no-kami probably cannot kill Archer Inferno."
"The only ones who can do it... may really be us."
"Or rather, only Musashi."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze rested on the sword at Musashi's waist.
Myojin-giri Muramasa.
That blade possessed the power to slay aberrations. Without it, Miyamoto Musashi might truly have been unable