Thump, thump, thump~
A series of hurried footsteps crossed the grass, and the six of them, including Nobi Hiroshi, arrived at the Mokuto-nen Temple on the outskirts of the village.
This was originally a bustling temple, but it had been seized by the Horse-Face Clan and became their base.
From this point, they oppressed the surrounding villages.
"This is the place, alright." Nobi Hiroshi silently drew Hikari-Denko. "Are you ready? Let's go!"
A golden light fell into the courtyard, and the sword light, like electricity, struck the extras standing guard at the gate.
"Ah!"
The cannon fodder were instantly knocked down, and Nobita and the others also used Doraemon's Air Cannon to shoot.
Due to his timidity, Nobita attacked from the very back, his superb marksmanship never missing a shot.
"What happened? Who are you brats, daring to cause trouble on our Horse-Face Clan's territory!"
The wooden door of the temple was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a horse-like face, seeing his subordinate trampled under Hiroshi's foot, had a ferocious expression.
"Hahaha, that face is so funny too, everyone in the Horse-Face Clan looks so strange."
Clutching his stomach, Nobita burst into laughter again.
The horse-faced man angrily drew his katana, and a large group of cannon fodder rushed out of the house, holding sharp blades, surrounding Nobi Hiroshi and the others. "Neigh! Capture them for me."
"Shinmen Takezo!"
"I am here, what is it, Master!"
"Sigh, I told you I'm not your master, never mind, take this sword, and take care of all these cannon fodder for me."
He forcefully shoved the famous sword Hikari-Denko into Shinmen Takezo's arms, pushed him forward, and Hiroshi quickly dodged behind him.
The idea was simple: if Shinmen Takezo, with Hikari-Denko, experienced one success, he wouldn't be afraid of duels anymore, right?
"Ah, no, I can't do it!"
Hikari-Denko automatically sought out enemies, dragging Shinmen Takezo forward.
"Stop! I don't want to go!"
Looking at the hideous group of hooligans, Shinmen Takezo screamed in terror.
He pulled back on the sword hilt, but his feet kept sliding forward, unable to stop.
"Is he really going to be okay in this state?"
Doraemon looked at Shinmen Takezo worriedly.
Xiao Fu and Gian also mocked, "Heh heh, he's as timid and afraid of death as Nobita."
"Hey, you guys are talking bad about me again, I heard everything."
Swish swish swish ~
While the group was discussing, Shinmen Takezo drew his sword, even though his eyes were closed.
The blade shimmered, dazzling the eyes.
The sharp edge cut through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.
"Clang ~ Clang ~"
The battle was exceptionally fierce, with sword lights and shadows crisscrossing.
The Horse-Face Clan members wielded their swords, resisting with all their might, but in front of the offensive and defensive Hikari-Denko, they were merely cannon fodder.
Within two minutes, they were all lying on the ground.
"This… this was done by me!"
Shinmen Takezo looked at the fallen enemies, trembling as he raised his right hand.
"Of course, if it wasn't you, who was it?" Nobi Hiroshi patted his shoulder, pointing at the Horse-Face Clan leader in front. "Last one, go get him."
Taking a few steps, Musashi looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes gradually becoming resolute, revealing a confident smile.
"I did it, that's great."
Confident and composed, he gripped his sword and faced the enemy.
Nobi Hiroshi stood behind, exhaling a sigh of relief. The light on Hikari-Denko's blade had dissipated at some point, but Shinmen Takezo was so focused on the battle that he didn't notice this detail.
Only after the Horse-Face Clan leader fell did he return the sword to Nobi Hiroshi.
"Thanks to Master's help, I have now gained confidence. I will never forget this great kindness and will strive even harder in my future training."
Shinmen Takezo, reborn, bowed in gratitude, stood up, and planned to travel to various places to train as a swordsman.
To cut ties with the past, he took a new name.
"From today onwards, I will be known as Musashi."
"Master, may we meet again!"
Striding away, Musashi's slender figure gradually disappeared into the distant street.
"Eh, he's Miyamoto Musashi!"
Everyone present exclaimed in surprise.
Xiao Fu looked at Nobi Hiroshi, then poked Gian with his hand. "Gian, Miyamoto Musashi has been found, do you still want to become his disciple?"
Doraemon and Nobita couldn't help but grin comically, finding the thought of Gian becoming Hiroshi's grand-disciple, by seniority, quite amusing.
"Cough cough, I don't think so."
"I want to train on my own, like Musashi. He was very weak at first, too."
Gian gave a forced dry laugh, playing it off. Why would he become a disciple now? He couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Very weak, huh…"
Nobi Hiroshi smiled, clutching the powerless Hikari-Denko, and looked in the direction Miyamoto Musashi had left, feeling a bit regretful.
What a loss, he hadn't even told the other party his name, otherwise he could have flaunted it with historical records, even if no one else would believe him.
The group boarded the time machine and returned to their own era.
As dusk approached, Gian and Xiao Fu hurried home.
"Nobita, Hiroshi, Doraemon, come downstairs for dinner!"
Nobi Tamako's call came from downstairs, and dinner was already prepared on the dining table.
After changing back into their clothes, Nobi Hiroshi and the other two quickly went downstairs.
Nobi Daisuke had called to say he was working overtime and would be resting at the company tonight, so dinner was simpler than usual.
Pickles, bean sprouts, grilled fish, miso soup.
After the family finished eating, they took turns washing up. Nobi Nobita returned to his room to rest, while Hiroshi went to Yuzi's room.
After all, he couldn't fall behind.
"Aunt Tamako, I'm here."
Hiroshi opened the sliding door, and his eyes met Yuzi, who was wearing a light pink, thin nightgown.
Having just showered, her rosy cheeks held an added touch of charm, her body carried the faint scent of roses, her skin was as white as snow, flawless, and her curvaceous figure was fully revealed.
"Hiroshi, you're here, but I'm not very tired today, so I don't need a back massage. You should go back and rest."
"It's okay, Aunt Tamako, I think it's better to massage it anyway. If we stop halfway, the treatment won't be effective."
Nobi Hiroshi sat beside Yuzi…
…and began to massage her feet.
Her lonely heart was stirred.
Each toe was stretched out, and unknowingly, the gaps were enveloped in warmth.
Hmm, it was Yuzi who took the initiative, wanting to tease the cute Zheng Tai.