Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Street intersection.

Xiao Gong enthusiastically followed the stall owner and bought two yakitori skewers. He didn't know whether the shop had just opened or had been open since last night.

Looking at the owner's heavy eye bags, Muramasa felt it was the latter.

But although he looked mentally exhausted, his hands were moving clearly.

In one hand, ten roast birds were being roasted to a sizzling rhythm, with pepper, salt, cumin and chili powder added. His smooth movements formed a sharp contrast with the owner's slightly fat body.

"Give."

Both hands were filled with plenty of yakitori, so Xiao Gong handed one to Muramasa.

"Eating something so greasy so early in the morning..."

If you are old and eat such a portion early in the morning, you may have to consider whether you can get up tonight.

"Oh, sometimes, sometimes~"

Xiao Gong was extremely cheerful, chattering away with endless things to say.

"It's great to be young."

Muramasa chimed in at the right moment, listening to her chatter about all sorts of things while trying to bite off a piece of chicken from the "bird skewer".

The surface is grilled to perfection, and the inside is not raw either. The owner's skill can be seen in the seasoning and cooking time.

"not bad……"

"Right? This is the best yakitori around here."

After hearing Muramasa's comments, she responded excitedly:

"But my dad doesn't let me eat out late at night, so I had to get up early and go buy it~"

“Sometimes they’re sold out and it’s a wasted trip, but I was lucky this morning!”

With such a guide around, it can be quite lively.

Muramasa couldn't help but think as he watched Yoshimiya jump up the stairs, spread his arms to keep his balance, then turned around and said:

"The Tianmu Forge is just ahead!"

"That's the most important weapon of the Inazuma Kingdom, one of the Five Lightning Traditions!"

"Hailing said you're also a knife maker, right? Maybe I can learn something from their knives~"

Muramasa had heard of the Five Lightning Legends before, but he only knew their endings and didn't care too much about them.

As you get closer, you can see a strong young man standing in front of a forge, casting steel with a hammer in his hand.

That rascal……

Muramasa paid attention to his rhythm and movements, his thoughts becoming confused.

Just as I was thinking, Xiao Gong came over:

"Ah Chuang, good morning!"

"Well, morning."

He continued forging without looking up, and after a moment he paused:

"Xiao Palace? If it's one of your commissions, I might not be able to complete it..."

Before Xiao Gong could say anything, he had already answered directly.

"Oh, that's not what I was asking."

It was obvious that Xiao Gong had a bit of disappointment on his face, but he pretended not to care.

"I brought a friend here today."

As she was speaking, Xiao Gong looked around, but did not see the person she was looking for.

Why isn’t the store manager here?

"Oh."

Ah Chong's tone was calm. He just glanced at Muramasa and continued forging. He said:

"Excuse me, would you like to buy a weapon or commission a forging?"

Muramasa stared at his forging movements for a long time before speaking:

"Actually, I want to know where the ore is..."

"Besides, it's enough for a swordsmith to keep the sword in his heart. If he adds other things, he won't be able to forge a good sword."

After hearing what he said, Chuang's hammer obviously fell a little harder, leaving a hidden mark on the blade in his hand.

"Why, can you tell?"

Feeling that the blade was scrapped, the tall and strong man simply threw the blade aside, raised his head and looked straight at the young man who was a head shorter than him.

"Your hammer is like a mute gourd, like a person who has given up on himself pounding on the wall. You can tell that right away, right?"

Muramasa put on an expression that said, "You understand very well," which made Aso take a breath and sigh heavily.

"Alas...if Master finds out, I'll be scolded again."

He put the forging hammer down with a clang, then moved a stool to sit down, holding his head and scratching it.

"Ah, come to think of it, I didn't see Uncle Fifteen."

Xiao Gong looked around again, but indeed he couldn't find the man.

"Master, the old man has injured his waist and can't get out of bed recently..."

Uncle Fifteen, full name Tianmu Fifteen.

Naturally, he is the heir of the Tianmu family, the owner of the Tianmu Forge, and the master of A Chuang.

When he said this, the sadness in his eyes became noticeably deeper.

"So, what could make you so worried?"

Seeing his decadent appearance, Muramasa couldn't help but feel curious.

"It's a commission from the company's magistrate..."

Seeing that the other party had seen through it, he simply stopped hiding it:

"This year, the shrine's magistrate has asked us at Tenmoku Blacksmith to forge the swords needed for the tribute to Narujin Taisha Shrine."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 16: The Bet

Social practice?

Muramasa had no idea about the name, but when he heard the name "Narojin Taisha Shrine", he roughly understood the situation.

Offering knife... I remember it was used for praying at shrines and warding off evil spirits.

"Since it's a commission, there's nothing we can do about it, right? There's no other option but to do it."

Muramasa spoke calmly, but this rough man sighed:

"That's easy to say. In previous years, this was always done by the master..."

"But this year, my master was injured and asked me to do it again."

"I wouldn't want to do this even if you paid me more..."

"Even though I'm the eldest disciple, he still..."

He kept chattering on and on, but only Xiao Gong was still cheering him on, while Muramasa had already turned his attention elsewhere.

He looked at the finished knives in the store, picked up one at random, and interrupted Chuang's increasingly low complaints:

"You beat all these?"

A-Chuang looked up and saw the weapon in Muramasa's hand.

"Yes……"

He nodded and added:

"Those are also works of the Tenmoku-ryu style approved by the master."

There was no need to even use magic analysis; just by holding it in his hand, Muramasa could understand the sword's structure, craftsmanship, and the spiritual theory it contained.

"In that case, how about this?"

Muramasa raised the blade, placed the handle against his eye sockets, and stretched out his arm to compare the straightness of the blade:

"Please transfer this commission to me, and I will complete this Tenmoku-ryu work for you."

As soon as these words came out, Ah Chuang stood up from his seat.

However, what was in his eyes was not joy, but anger.

His red eyes were glaring and his tall body instantly pressed closer to Muramasa.

"Wait, wait a minute...that's not what Muramasa meant!"

Xiao Gong did not expect that Muramasa would do something so provocative, and hurried forward to stop him.

However, Ah Chuang was already so impatient that his veins were bulging. He refused to listen to Xiao Gong's words and roared:

"What do you mean? Do you think that Tenmoku Ryu is something you can forge casually—"

This guy looks like a man who lives an honest life, but deep down he has a bit of the stubbornness of a craftsman.

Realizing the other party's obsession, Muramasa refused to give in:

"It's better than what you're forging now, right?"

He looked at the discarded "scrap metal" and his tone was even colder than usual.

"As a blacksmith, I threw away everything I wanted to forge. I don't think my skills will be inferior to such a guy."

Seeing his attitude of retreating instead of advancing, A Chuang gritted his teeth.

He wanted to refute but couldn't find a suitable reason, and his nameless anger almost broke him:

"Don't think that just because you call yourself this old man you are a master!"

"Tianmu Style! It requires patience like water dripping through a stone! The will to give it your all!"

In the end, he could only utter a few meaningless words and sit back in his chair with a thud.

Xiao Gong, who was standing by, heard something and subconsciously said:

"Don't you always say 'perseverance wears away stone, perseverance wears away stone, patience gives it your all'?"

So he was annoyed by his master's mumbling and was deliberately muttering to piss him off?

After a brief silence, A Chuang gasped for breath as if he had consumed a lot of energy.

"If a craftsman doesn't even have the confidence to forge a work, let alone think about the flow."

Muramasa's tone and expression did not sound sarcastic, but more like he was narrating something he knew.

"well……"

After listening to this, Ah Chuang nodded vigorously, each nod more forcefully than his own:

"What's your name, Muramasa?"

"If you can forge a sword that meets the requirements of the Tenmoku-ryu school, I will pay for it myself and give you as much ore as you want!"

"On the other hand, if you want me to know that you are talking nonsense and have high expectations but low skills, then don't let me see you in Inazuma again!"

He thought the other party would give up, or at least soften his tone, but he didn't expect Muramasa to respond immediately.

"It's a word."

"Xiao Gong, help me light the fire."

The fact that he agreed to it was enough to make Chuang feel impressed. It was obvious that the other party had no idea about Tianmu Style, but he dared to challenge him on his first forging.

This courage and boldness left Ah Chuang, who had been an apprentice for so long, speechless.

"Then I'll just pick the ingredients at random, is that okay?"

Muramasa glanced at A Chuang, and seeing the latter nod, he walked straight into the shop and picked up a piece of jade steel in just two or three glances.