With his idol victorious, Gian was overflowing with excitement.
He pushed off the ground, leapt toward a tree, and snapped off a thick branch in one swift motion.
"Heiya!"
"Face! Waist! Hand!"
Holding the branch like a sword, he began slashing wildly, fully immersed in his fantasy of being a master swordsman.
"What's wrong with Gian?" Suneo asked cautiously, shielding his face.
"No idea," Hiroshi said calmly. "He's probably fighting an imaginary duel."
Sure enough, after a while, Gian stopped dramatically.
"It's decided! I'm going to find Miyamoto Musashi and become his disciple! I'll have him teach me kendo!"
He grabbed Nobita by the collar, "Nobita, as my close friend, you'll help me with this, right?"
"O-of course!" Nobita forced a laugh. "I'll ask Doraemon!"
Back home, Doraemon reluctantly agreed.
Using the Dressing Camera, he transformed them into Edo-period ronin outfits.
"Alright, let's go!"
The five of them climbed into the desk drawer and onto the Time Machine.
The machine groaned under the weight, wobbling dangerously.
Hiroshi sat near the edge, staring at the swirling tunnel of time stretching endlessly.
A strange thought crossed his mind.
What would happen if someone fell out? Would they be swallowed by a time vortex?
Or randomly dropped somewhere in history?
"Click."
The time tunnel opened.
They stepped out onto a dirt road lined with old wooden buildings and a small post station nearby.
The Edo period.
Merchants shouted. Travelers walked past in traditional clothing.
Hiroshi observed curiously.
The atmosphere was completely different from modern life.
"Hey! You haven't paid!" An old shopkeeper's voice trembled.
A burly man with a beard turned back, glaring.
"Are you demanding money from our Horse-Face Clan?"
"N-no! Of course not!"
"Hahaha. I'll come back."
The thug swaggered away, leaving the shopkeeper pale and shaking.
Suneo swallowed nervously.
"Gian… maybe we should go back? It feels dangerous."
"No way! I haven't met Musashi yet. If you're scared, stay here alone."
"Just kidding! Haha…"
They began asking around.
"Excuse me, do you know Miyamoto Musashi?"
"Miyamoto Musashi? Never heard of him."
They asked along the entire street.
Nothing.
Strange.
Even in a remote area, someone should know that name.
"Did we come to the wrong time?" Gian muttered.
"Let's try another village," Doraemon suggested.
Just then a commotion erupted ahead.
A thin young man knelt on the ground before a large thug.
"You dared laugh at my face! I'll teach you a lesson!"
"No! It was a misunderstanding!"
The thug lifted a heavy iron spiked club.
Bystanders fled instantly, slamming their doors shut.
Except for one person.
"Excuse me, what's going on?" Nobita stepped forward curiously.
Then he got a clear look at the thug's face and burst out laughing.
"Pfft! Hahaha! That face is ridiculous! Doraemon, come look!"
The man's nostrils flared with exposed nose hair, thick lips, dark skin, and oddly spiraled eyes.
"Brat! How dare you mock the Horse-Face Clan?!"
With a roar, the thug swung the massive club down toward Nobita's head.
"Ahhh! Help!" Nobita froze, legs trembling.
The club descended—
"Telekinesis!"
The weapon stopped mid-air.
The thug blinked in shock.
Hiroshi seized the brief opening and yanked Nobita away.
"T-thank you, Hiroshi! You're my best friend!"
"Yeah, yeah. Go stand over there."
Nobita clung to him, but Hiroshi shoved him aside.
He had only bought a few seconds.
His telekinesis wasn't strong enough for prolonged combat.
"Doraemon! Any tools? Now!"
"W-where is it? Ah! Got it!" Doraemon pulled out a glowing blade.
"Sword of Illumination!"
He tossed it to Hiroshi.
The moment Hiroshi gripped the sword, it activated automatically.
The thug roared and swung again.
Golden light flashed.
Clang!
The mace was deflected effortlessly.
The Sword of Illumination guided Hiroshi's movements, stepping lightly, evading every attack with perfect precision.
The thug's eyes widened.
How was this child repelling him?
Hiroshi's body moved like lightning—swift and controlled.
He leapt forward.
The hilt of the sword struck the thug's forehead.
Thud.
The man's eyes rolled back as he collapsed.
The sword's safety mechanism prevented fatal damage.
Silence fell.
Residents peeked from cracked doors in disbelief.
"Wow! Hiroshi, that was amazing!" Gian and Suneo rushed over, eyes shining.
"You were so cool!"
Hiroshi exhaled slowly, "It was nothing. Just Doraemon's tool."
But inside, he knew that mace had weighed dozens of kilograms.
If that sword hadn't been so powerful things could have ended very differently.
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