Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

This first step frightened Ah Chuang who was standing next to him.

He has never seen what the raw materials look like, right?

You know, not everyone can handle this special raw material produced from stepping sand.

Even local blacksmiths need a long time to hone their skills and adapt.

And for a guy like him who doesn't even know Tianmu Liu, it is impossible for him to come into contact with such strictly controlled ore.

"Oh, oh good!"

This sudden "duel" left Xiao Gong stunned. He could only agree without thinking. However, when he reached the stove, he realized:

"Hey, but I have no idea what temperature is required for forging a sword?"

"Just keep heating it up. Stop when I tell you to."

Muramasa's confident look naturally reached Xiao Gong, but she still worried:

"Should I use the Eye of God? Or just ordinary flames..."

The Eye of God...ah, it's something like magic, right?

I've heard Kujo Sara and that ghost shark mention something similar, and I know it's an external organ similar to a magic circuit.

"Go ahead and use it. I can handle it."

The market was already bustling at this time, and more and more people noticed that the swordsmith at Tianmu Forge had been replaced.

"What? Is this the new apprentice of Tianmu Ryu?"

"Wow, this new guy is... kind of handsome. What do I do?"

That tough face alone is enough to attract a lot of people, not to mention the chiseled muscle lines on his body, which are beautiful just to look at.

"What? It's a bet?!"

"No way, this new guy... I've never seen him before in the Swordsmith Association."

"That is to say, this is his first time forging with jade steel!"

The news that the senior disciple of Tianmu School had made a bet with someone spread immediately to the streets. This rare and novel thing made many people take to the streets.

"It's been a while since I've been back to Inazuma City... Do you feel any changes?"

A young man with chestnut hair and a red shirt asked his white-haired friend wearing a conical hat.

The two stood on a hill outside the city, looking at the bustling Inazuma from afar.

"Just as it was before I left."

After saying that, he turned to look at the man next to him.

"However, as an exile, I am content with just a quick glance."

"Don't say that... Look, the Tianmu Forge seems to be particularly busy today."

The chestnut-haired young man raised his finger in order to comfort his friend, and the word "Tianmu" in his words made the white-haired boy look up as well.

"Indeed, that red-haired young man is..."

"We'll find out if we go over there and take a look."

The maroon-haired youth reached out and pulled the white-haired boy off the cliff.

"and many more!"

At the moment of falling, the hat flew upwards. The white-haired boy quickly reached out to grab it, and the blue eye of God on his waist flashed.

Riding the wind——

The breeze lifted the two's bodies and, driven by their friend's wishes, drifted towards Inazuma Castle.

Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 17 Demon Sword Muramasa

When the two arrived at the Tianmu Forge, it was already surrounded by people in three layers.

The people in front of me exclaimed "Oh oh" in admiration, but I couldn't see anything outside, so I could only judge a little from the words of the people in front of me.

"It sounds like the senior disciple of Tianmu Blacksmith House made a bet with someone, and the bet was to be made as a tribute knife for the shrine's magistrate."

He turned to look at the white-haired boy beside him, and asked cautiously with interest:

"What do you think...?"

Fortunately, the white-haired young man was not upset, but instead became interested in the outcome of the game.

"Tianmu's forging emphasizes stability and solidity. Only when the force of each hammer can be adjusted as desired can it be considered a master."

He responded thoughtfully, closing his eyes and feeling something:

"The swordsmith's aura is very steady, and his skills are honed through countless trials."

"But if we want to make it into Tianmu Liuyi VII *溜亦衣A(二Y)!陾诌贰...I'm afraid we'll have to wait and see."

Hearing what he said, the outcome is still uncertain.

But the thought of taking another "look" put the chestnut-haired young man in a dilemma.

"Look... there are so many people here, we can't get in, right?"

"Don't worry."

The white-haired boy was not in a hurry. He just stood there with his arms folded, and said with extraordinary confidence:

"Wait a little longer. Swordsmithing requires patience after all."

As he said, in the tenth minute, some people in the crowd began to disperse and leave.

By the 30th minute, they had already moved into the front rows.

After waiting a little longer, the figure of the swordsmith became clearly visible.

"It's just like you said. Most of the people have left..."

Although it was still lively, many people stopped to watch for a while and then left in a hurry. Even if there was still a large circle around, it was no longer the same group as at the beginning.

But his words received no response.

The white-haired companion had already set his eyes on the swordsmith and could no longer look away.

The blade in the red-haired man's hand has not yet taken shape. One can only vaguely see that the length of the iron block is just right, but the thickness is not up to standard.

The sound and quality of the hammer...

"It feels like I've been fighting for a long time...and it's still only this thick?"

The man, who was not good at swordsmithing, tried to ask again, but his companions still seemed not to hear him, so he couldn't help but say seriously:

"It seems that it is not as simple as I saw."

He couldn't help but glance around, and his eyes suddenly focused, and he saw many familiar figures.

Samurai Kurosawa...

The second son of the Kujo family, Kujo Kamajima...

And there are retainers of the shrine magistrate Kamizato's family...

Naoesa Hisamasa, who reports directly to the Shogun...

Are they all gathering here?

Although they are not famous figures in mainland China, they are all well-known figures in Inazuma.

Ah Chuang, who had witnessed the entire incident, had no time to care about these things at the moment. He was just stunned and muttered:

“How many times has this been stacked…”

He was already surprised when Muramasa used Tamagatsu.

As the other party piled up and forged it again and again, his surprise gradually turned into more complicated emotions.

Eliminating impurities and revealing patterns are necessary steps.

However, completing so many folds in one breath is a big challenge to precision, physical strength and mentality.

however……

"Xiao Gong, turn on the heat." Muramasa shouted.

"Oh, good!"

The fire-attributed God's Eye lit up again, raising the temperature of the furnace to a level where the onlookers could feel the heat.

"Such a high temperature? Is it really possible..."

The chestnut-haired man began to understand why the people around him kept moving away. Although the weather wasn't very hot, it was still uncomfortable to be in the sun like this.

"This temperature... is indeed the limit of Jade Steel."

The white-haired man was able to judge the temperature of the furnace just by feeling the heat wave, and he knew that this was the limit that the jade steel could accept and also the optimal temperature.

But even in Inazuma, only a few people dare to heat the tamagoyaki in this way.

The closer you are to the limit, the better the forging effect will be, but it will also be more prone to deviations, and the control of strength will have to be more precise.

This man has been training for at least half an hour, yet he still dares to push his limits.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the excitement, the expert sees the details, and the people around are simply amazed by the temperature.

"When did Inazuma have such a person?"

"Are you bluffing?"

"Look at Ah Chuang's expression, it doesn't look like it~"

The onlookers were discussing with each other, but the people in the center had different opinions at this moment.

Xiao Gong just felt like she was getting soaked again. She had been helping here for so long, and her whole body was wet and dry.

But she didn't feel bored here. Instead, every time she couldn't stand it any longer, she would go to drink some water and then rush back to wait, her enthusiasm not diminishing at all.

"so amazing!"

She also often commissions the forging of some delicate parts to be used as auxiliary components for fireworks.

But those fantastic ideas are sometimes too strange, and the technology and ingenuity required are beyond Chuang's ability, so many ideas cannot be realized.

But now, she sees the possibility of realization.

Of course, even without these little thoughts, just being able to help would make her very happy.

“Just keep it like this.”

The golden-red flames in the furnace wrapped around the blade, which had not yet fully formed, and heated it again.

Muramasa stared at the steel in the chamber with a burning gaze, and when he took it out, he immediately plunged the red-hot blade into water to quench it.

"Water quenching——"

The white-haired man couldn't help but take a step forward, and A Chuang beside him couldn't help but stand up and stare.

The moment the knife blank was immersed in the quenching pool, white mist rose into the sky with fine explosions, and the iron smell and charcoal ash collided violently in the hot air.

That is much riskier than oil quenching. Once a mistake is made, it cannot be undone, especially in this kind of gambling situation.

"Okay, perfect."

The man who had completed the tempering in front of everyone finally smiled knowingly, but the smile faded in just a moment.

The blade in his hand seemed to be agitating slightly, with no signs of cracking or failure.

However, every person with a certain level of strength present was touched by that encouragement.

The blade calmed down after a brief agitation, but it still emitted a chilling chill...

Pickling, polishing... With each step, the terrifying aura emanating from the knife becomes more intense.

"Demon Sword..."

The white-haired man couldn't help but speak, and his friends beside him couldn't help but look at him:

"This knife has reached the highest level of perfection."