Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"That guy is still one of us, at least for now."

Lancer naturally heard the conversation between the two, but shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't mind it, I just can't stand the way that guy hits women."

"Yeah?"

She didn't have time to think about the complex meaning behind Saber's words, because after she relaxed, the adrenaline finally completed its task and withdrew.

Instead, the severe pain in her abdomen and the abrasions all over her body were now clamoring. The girl looked down at her own miserable appearance, and a little blood was seeping out from under her torn clothes.

Muramasa's eyes followed her line of sight and his brows furrowed slightly.

"He's seriously injured."

He made a judgment and then picked up the girl from the ground without any explanation.

"Hey--"

My protest was cut off by his next words.

"This is not the place to talk."

He held me in his arms and walked steadily past Lancer, heading towards the remaining intact rooms in the mansion.

"Treat the wound first, then talk about other things."

Lancer was silent as he listened to the little girl repeatedly saying "I can do it myself" and "Put me down" while ignoring him.

“…That guy, he’s really popular with women.”

The blue spearman curled his lips, as if thinking of an experience, and there was a hint of jealousy in his words.

"That little ghost... or old man? He should still have memories of that white place."

Thinking of this, he laughed again, and while talking to himself, his body turned into a spirit and dissipated.

"That guy, even if he has no memory of this place, is this the place he wants to "go back" to?"

……

There were broken wood chips and wall plaster under my feet, making a creaking sound.

Muramasa held the girl in his arms and walked through a messy corridor, finally stopping in front of a well-preserved Japanese-style room.

He deftly opened the sliding door with his foot, and the scene inside came into view - the tatami was relatively clean, except for a thin layer of dust, and was almost unaffected by the battle.

He gently placed the Master on the tatami, then turned around, as if recalling something:

"Wait here while I go find something useful."

As he was about to stand up, the girl took the first step and held down his arm.

"No need," she just shook her head. "I'm already here, I can do it myself."

Without waiting for his response, the girl sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and focused the little remaining magic power in her body.

He pressed his palm lightly on the wound on his lower abdomen, and circles of soft emerald green light spread out from the palm of his hand.

Warm magic seeps into the body, repairing the damaged internal organs and muscles.

The small wounds caused by the glass also slowly healed under this force.

Muramasa didn't leave, but just sat down in front of her again, watching her perform magic, still without saying much.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint sound of magic flowing.

The treatment lasted for several minutes until the severe pain in her abdomen completely subsided. She slowly exhaled a breath, and a layer of fine sweat beads had already seeped out of her forehead.

"Surprisingly skilled."

He commented concisely, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was praise or just a statement.

"Just some basic healing magic."

The girl responded, looking up to meet his gaze.

Silence fell again, he was still thinking about something, after a moment, those furnace-like eyes locked onto the girl in front of him again.

"I haven't asked yet," Muramasa said again, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

When he mentioned this, the girl in front of him sat up straight as if she suddenly realized something, and her face instantly turned red.

So you forgot?

Looking at her appearance, Muramasa couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"I'm talking to you? You're unexpectedly confused."

"Please don't tease me like that!"

The girl shouted in shame and anger, and the ahoge on her head moved. Then she coughed softly, trying to ease the situation in front of her.

Then he sat up straight, put his right hand on his chest, and said seriously:

"My name is——Altria Pan■#$"

"Ok?"

Muramasa's expression froze for a moment, and the smile that had lingered on his lips completely disappeared.

"Little girl, what did you just say?"

Artoria, who thought she had said her name perfectly, was stunned for a moment, "Hmm? Didn't you hear clearly? As a Servant, please be more serious——"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Sorry, sorry, could you please be considerate of the old man's ears?"

Muramasa made up a random excuse and then put on a serious look.

Seeing the other party like this, he couldn't get angry anymore, so he repeated it again, but this time it seemed different:

"My name is——Altria Endsworthy."

This time, Muramasa heard it clearly, but her mouth shape and pronunciation were different from what he could see before.

"This surname..."

The voice sounded again in Muramasa's mind, but it was not made by the familiar fox. The owner of the voice was more childish, but the tone was indescribably solemn.

It's you?

"Yeah," the other person responded, "It's me, brother."

"You heard it clearly this time, didn't you?"

Altria noticed the Servant in front of her obviously speaking up and asked back somewhat harshly.

"Oh, I heard it."

Feeling the Master's emotions coming through the contract, Muramasa quickly gathered his thoughts and responded:

"Altria Endsworthy, right?"

Hearing that the other party had indeed remembered it, Artoria nodded with satisfaction:

"exactly."

After she finished speaking, her eyes became stern again.

"So, Saber, what about you?"

The Master has already introduced himself, so as a Servant, I should also give my name as a courtesy, right?

"..."

Although the other party's request was indeed reasonable, Muramasa remained silent.

Because "Just call me 'Emiya Shirou'" and "Don't give your real name here."

"I'm sorry." Muramasa hesitated for a moment and then responded, "How should I put my real name... It seems that because the summoning ritual is incomplete, I can't remember it for the time being."