I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on . (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.
The twin swords wielded by the artificial human, Miyamoto Musashi, were as extraordinary as the swordsman himself. In his left hand, he gripped the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, one of the three legendary Divine Weapons of Imperial Japan, often featured in ancient myth and symbolizing the country's imperial authority.
In his right hand was the slightly less famed, but still remarkable, Totsuka-no-Tsurugi. This sword is deeply intertwined with the mythological tales of Imperial Japan and is undoubtedly a divine weapon.
These two mythically infused blades had been locked away in the Imperial Japan National Museum for decades. Now, in the hands of the strongest swordsman, they finally fulfilled their purpose— legendary swords for a legendary swordsman.
Amidst the flames and thick smoke of the battlefield, Miyamoto Musashi scaled Godzilla's massive body, defying gravity. As he soared high in the air, his twin swords flashed with a cold, sharp light the moment they were drawn from their sheaths.
"**Niten Ichi-Ryu, Slash!**"
The dual blades slashed across Godzilla's neck in a crisscross pattern, leaving deep wounds that sprayed blood everywhere, drenching Miyamoto Musashi in the beast's blood.
Witnessing this, the soldiers of the Imperial Japan army were utterly shocked. Godzilla, whose thick hide had withstood relentless bombardments from advanced weaponry, had been cut by mere swords!
Drenched in Godzilla's blood, Miyamoto Musashi remained expressionless, gripping his twin blades tightly. He sprinted across Godzilla's head and down its back, slashing continuously. Godzilla roared in fury, but due to its immense size, it moved sluggishly, unable to land a hit on the nimble and agile swordsman.
"**Boss, what is that...**?" Raina's eyes shimmered with silver light as she focused on Miyamoto Musashi, seemingly analyzing him with her enhanced intelligence.
"**That's a domain— a swordsmanship domain,**" Kyle replied confidently.
A domain refers to a supreme level of mastery in a particular skill or talent, transcending ordinary techniques. When a skill reaches an extraordinary level, it becomes a domain— something beyond ordinary logic, and it is even comparable to superhuman abilities.
Captain America could be said to have mastered the "Shield-throwing domain," able to throw his shield from any angle and strike multiple targets with pinpoint accuracy. Such expertise goes beyond what a normal human could achieve.
Kyle had previously encountered the Ancient One, whose swordsmanship was so refined that her strike could wound even his non-human physique. Though she had only grasped the edge of the domain, Miyamoto Musashi had fully mastered it.
Each of his strikes carried immense force, derived from his superhuman strength and the finest sword techniques, coupled with his exceptional weaponry. This allowed him to deal significant damage to Godzilla.
Like a nimble monkey, Miyamoto Musashi darted across Godzilla's body, leaving deep wounds with each swing of his blades. Before long, Godzilla was covered in slashes and bleeding profusely.
Godzilla roared in frustration, spinning in circles, trying to hit Musashi, but to no avail. After its prolonged battle with the Imperial Japan forces, Godzilla was exhausted, and after using its nuclear energy beam— an ability it had not yet fully mastered— it was nearly drained.
After all, Godzilla was still just a "child," barely a day or two old, albeit a 50-meter-tall one that had not fully matured.
"**Boss, if this keeps up, that lizard monster is going to die,**," Raina said, glancing at Kyle for instructions. Although Musashi's strikes were small, they were numerous. They looked like a swarm of ants biting an elephant, Godzilla, already exhausted, would soon fall.
"**Let's go,**" Kyle smirked. After all, Godzilla was hatched from his own egg. If anyone had the right to decide its fate, it was him.
Miyamoto Musashi, drenched in blood, leaped off Godzilla's shoulder, driving both of his swords deep into the monster's hide. Using his weight and gravity, he slid down Godzilla's back, carving two long gashes as he went, releasing a torrent of blood like a waterfall.
With a loud crash, the ground in the center of Tokyo shook. Godzilla, too exhausted to move, collapsed onto the ground, bleeding heavily, its roars weak and pained. Its body was covered in sword wounds, but none of them were fatal. It simply lay there, resting from exhaustion.
"**A true monster indeed,**" Musashi remarked while panting heavily, as he stood before the massive creature, his swords dripping with blood. He stared into Godzilla's eyes.
This was the vast chasm between life forms of different genetic levels. Even with the swordsmanship domain, wielding legendary weapons, and all other advantages in his favor, Musashi still couldn't kill Godzilla.
Godzilla, panting heavily, bared its teeth and glared at Musashi, its predatory eyes filled with hatred, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
"**You are intelligent, aren't you? I may not be able to kill you, but I can still blind you,**" Musashi said calmly, dragging his blood-stained swords as he walked toward Godzilla. Just then, a heavy and light pair of footsteps approached from behind.
Musashi turned to see a tall, blond young man and a beautiful woman carrying twin swords— Kyle and Raina— entering the battlefield.
"**Are you a swordswoman too?**" Musashi asked, his gaze locking onto Raina, instantly recognizing that the swords she carried were no ordinary weapons.
"**Not exactly. These are the spoils of my Boss,**" Raina responded with a smile.
The swords on her back were the cursed blade *Muramasa* and the demon blade *Kikoku*, once used by the Ancient One. Both blades were made from Carbonadium, which made the wounds they caused difficult to heal. Paired with her telekinetic abilities, they were her perfect tools.
"**Oh?**" Musashi's eyes shifted back to Kyle, his pupils narrowing slightly as he recognized the foreigner. Kyle was his second target after his revival and someone Imperial Japan had been unable to deal with for decades.
Godzilla, staring at Kyle, seemed momentarily confused. For some reason, it felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this human.
Musashi, on the other hand, instinctively gripped his sword hilt tighter, his body tensing like a drawn bow. Unlike Godzilla, he felt an unprecedented "pressure" emanating from Kyle.
This was a pressure he had never experienced in the old era— a pressure that no one had ever made him feel before.
His body wanted to tremble, but Musashi suppressed the instinct with sheer willpower. At the same time, he couldn't hide his excitement as he said in a deep voice, "You are strong. In my past life, I never encountered a warrior as powerful as you. This excites me— my blood is boiling!"
Musashi, with his eyes burning with fervor, looked at Kyle like a madman.