IMUC Chapter 586 Logan and Amaterasu

As dawn approached and the eastern sky began to lighten, the night over Tokyo receded, leaving the ongoing battle in the center of the city still unresolved.

"Take your servant's sword in hand and fight me."

Miyamoto Musashi, controlling his breath and the bulging veins on his forehead, gripped his twin swords tightly as he spoke to Kyle. 

Since his duel with Sasaki Kojirō, no one in *Japan* had been able to challenge him in swordsmanship. Until his death at the age of 60, no one had rekindled his desire to fight. The outcome of each match was known before it began, a monotonous and tasteless experience.

But when he met Kyle in this era, Musashi felt an overwhelming, suffocating pressure he had never felt in his time.

"I am not a samurai or a swordsman. I don't need a sword."

Kyle smiled calmly and told Raina to stay back while he stepped forward alone. Facing Musashi, he raised his left hand and slowly extended his middle finger. "This is my weapon."

Raina couldn't help but laugh behind him and covered her mouth. Sometimes, her boss had such a playful side.

"Are you mocking me?"

Musashi's eyebrows knitted in cold anger. Even though he didn't understand the meaning behind the gesture, he could tell that he was being humiliated. After all, he was the greatest swordsman of *Japan*, an undefeated legend of his time. Couldn't Kyle at least show a little respect?

"Fine, I'll be more serious," Kyle said with a nod, extending his index finger to join his middle finger, forming a sword shape with his fingers.

"You're asking to die!"

Musashi was really angry. With a quick step, he lunged at Kyle. In the blink of an eye, Musashi was in front of him, and two cold flashes from his swords slashed at Kyle from different angles.

Without much visible effort, Kyle reacted just as the blades were about to strike him. His two fingers glowed with radiant energy as he moved them quickly, effortlessly blocking the sharp blades and a metallic ringing echoed from the clash.

Musashi felt an immense recoil force surge through his hands, making them tremble violently. His swords almost flew out of his grasp.

He was thrown backward, his wooden sandals slipping on the ground as he retreated five meters, barely managing to stabilize himself. He stared in disbelief at the glowing light around Kyle's fingers. "What... was that power?"

Though Musashi had only been testing the waters, he had used a significant portion of his power. Still, his lightning-fast blows were not only blocked, but deflected - by mere fingers.

"Continue."

Kyle, with Twin Star energy coursing through his fingers, gestured for Musashi to attack again, looking somewhat disinterested. It was hard to take someone like Musashi seriously. The difference in their strength was like comparing a martial artist to a being cultivating immortality - they were world's apart.

"How... can the gap be so big?"

Musashi, sweating profusely, could not accept this reality. He charged forward again, this time using his famous "Niten Ichi-ryū" technique. As he closed the distance, his twin swords turned into afterimages, slashing more than a dozen times in half a second.

But it was still far too slow for Kyle.

With a series of metallic clangs, Kyle's fingers easily deflected the blows of the divine blades. Finally, he caught both blades between his fingers.

Musashi, drenched in sweat, tried desperately to pull the swords back, but they wouldn't budge. Despite his efforts, the swords remained firmly clamped between Kyle's fingers.

"Have you had enough?" Kyle asked calmly.

Musashi released the swords and stared at Kyle with a helpless smile. "I never imagined... that centuries after my death, I would be defeated - and by finger sword techniques, no less."

Kyle flicked the swords back with his fingers, sending them spinning through the air. Raina gracefully caught the two blades, relics of *Japan*'s legendary swordsmen.

"I want you to use your full power to kill me," Musashi said, taking a deep breath. He opened his arms wide, baring his chest. "Let me see the gap between us."

"As you wish."

Kyle spread the fingers of his left hand, twin-star energy enveloping his entire palm. A dazzling glow swirled around his arm as he thrust his palm forward. A beam of radiant energy shot out, instantly enveloping Musashi, and disintegrating him into nothingness. 

The energy beam streaked past Godzilla's head, pierced several buildings 500 meters away, and vanished into the eastern sky.

A ray of golden sunlight filtered through the holes in the distant buildings, illuminating the war-torn battlefield.

With Musashi dealt with, Kyle approached Godzilla, meeting the beast's cold, unblinking eyes. "The sun's up. Are you planning to keep lying down and being a target for everyone?"

Godzilla snorted hot steam from its nostrils. Most of its wounds had already scabbed over. Its regenerative abilities were just as remarkable as its defense, making it one of the apex creatures in the lifeform hierarchy.

Rising to its feet, Godzilla did not attack Kyle. In fact, it showed no hostility at all. After casting a lingering look at him, the colossal creature shook its head and tail and retreated into the massive pit it had emerged from. After a few tremors, Godzilla vanished into the cityscape.

"What a troublesome creature."

Kyle shrugged, turning to look at Raina, who was carrying four swords, and the defeated soldiers of *Japan* further behind.

"Let's leave."

Just as Kyle took a step toward Raina, he suddenly turned his head, his golden eyes reflecting a rapidly approaching black flame.

'Boom!'

Before Kyle could react, the black flames struck him. His entire body was instantly engulfed, burning into a fiery silhouette, and even the ground around him ignited with scorching black flames.

"Boss!"

Raina gasped in shock, looking toward the source of the black fire. Standing 30 meters away was someone she hadn't noticed until now: Logan.

Yes.

The one who had just unleashed the black flames on Kyle was none other than Wolverine, Logan— the same person who had sent the urgent family signal, summoning Kyle to *Japan* but had since gone missing.

Logan was dressed in traditional Japanese white ceremonial robes, a jade magatama around his neck, and he held a bronze mirror engraved with strange symbols in his hands, walking forward in wooden sandals.

"Logan? No, who are you?" Raina's silver eyes blinked as she tried to read Logan's mind, but her telepathy was blocked by a foreign, powerful consciousness residing within him.

"I am Amaterasu. You may call me Lady Amaterasu," Logan said indifferently, his voice devoid of emotion as he gazed at Kyle engulfed in flames. "Anything touched by the sacred flames of Amaterasu will never extinguish. Burn to ashes, sinner."

(End of Chapter)

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