Hanamaru Hanabi is squatting to the side playing a paw-shaking game with the fluffy Akita.
"With the strength my beloved disciple has shown, it must be that she has practiced swordsmanship for over ten years, her skills... are truly exquisite. But——!!"
Sakihara Yishin put down his middle-school-style hand from his face, facing the disdainful Uesugi Sakura, "Heh heh... it's truly a pity... the title of Heartless Sword Saint is not known to the world, and you, my beloved disciple, are the destined one!!"
"..."
Uesugi Sakura is already tired of this uncle, who insists on making her his disciple, and keeps saying she's his beloved disciple.
Ah, forget it, let's just end this quickly.
Holding the wooden sword, he sighed inwardly and then opened his system.
[The Legend of Miyamoto Musashi]
Status: Ongoing (Time remaining 9:59:59)
"Beloved disciple——!! Watch carefully!"
