Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 18: Failure

"finished."

After another half an hour of grinding, polishing, and adding the handle and guard, Muramasa placed the blade on the table, waiting for Ah Chuang's inspection.

The crowd, which had mostly dispersed, returned to its initial enthusiasm, all wanting to witness whether this knife was worthy of the name "Tianmu".

The latter had lost his initial anger, replaced by the calmness that was common in the past, and even a faint sense of timidity was even stronger.

I saw him hesitating in his seat, half hunched over, looking as if he wanted to stand up, half want to sit down.

"If you have old cold legs or something, go see a doctor quickly."

Muramasa teased rudely, causing A-Chuang to pause again, but this time there was no objection.

He just stood up with great reluctance and then walked over.

The blade has the unique texture of jade steel, while the back of the blade has the pattern formed after being covered with soil.

At the same time, the color of the back of the knife is darker, and the contrast between light and dark tones makes the knife marks on the blade more eye-catching.

More importantly, when Ah Chong's hand stroked the blade, he could feel the "hammer as the heart desires, equality in every detail" that Tianmu Ryu demands.

Make sure every part of the iron receives the right amount of force it needs.

Everything else that the master requires, the Tianmu-ryu must do, and it must be done to perfection.

Looking at the other person who looked even younger than himself, he suddenly felt dazed:

What have I been doing all these years?

Even though he always complained about his wages and grumbled, he had already entered the Tianmu School, so how could he not have some aspirations and stubbornness?

"...Perfect! This is the work of the Tenmoku-ryu."

He stared closely at the knife on the table, his brows and mouth corners tightening, and he almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Besides, it's a work I can't forge."

The words were so soft that only a small number of people nearby could hear them.

Seeing him so depressed, Xiao Gong wanted to go forward to comfort him, but saw Muramasa approaching.

She quickly raised her hand to grab the knife maker's arm, worried that he would say a few more words to irritate Ah Chuang, who was already on the verge of collapse. She whispered:

"Muramasa, can you...be gentler?"

When Muramasa stopped, the reactions of the onlookers varied.

Ordinary people were just amazed that the chief disciple of Tianmu School was defeated head-on, and it was an unknown outsider at that.

"Muramasa... I've never heard of this name."

As a samurai, Kurosawa thought for a moment. He had been traveling in the countryside for many years and had never heard of such a person.

"We must tell the head of the family quickly."

The retainers of the shrine magistrate Kamisato family thought silently that a swordsmith with such skills must be someone that all parties would want to win over.

"This name... have I heard it somewhere before?"

The second son of the Kujo family recalled what he had seen and heard in the past two days, and seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"That knife can take me one step further."

Naoesa Hisamasa, who usually guards the castle tower gate and is directly under the command of the general, has a burning gaze with an unknown fire in his eyes.

Muramasa stopped for a moment and patted Xiao Gong's palm, signaling her to let go, but did not say anything more.

"Perfect? ​​Then you're wrong."

Muramasa sheathed the finished sword, concealing its sharp edge within the scabbard.

"It's just another failure."

As soon as these words were spoken, a more heated discussion broke out around them, but what they were more concerned about was the outcome of the bet.

But for those who had an aesthetic appreciation for swords and experience in forging, this aroused more doubts.

"Hey, did he say it was a failure?"

The chestnut-haired man poked his shocked friend, who glared back at him for the first time.

"I don't know either... No matter how you look at it, this knife has nothing to do with failure."

He was shocked by the other party's craftsmanship, but the next sentence that sounded in his ears made him feel the pride contained in the craftsmanship.

"Why do you all look like—how is this possible?"

"The sword I pursue is not of this level. This is only natural."

He said it as a matter of course and did so.

The mountain top that seems to have no room for improvement in the eyes of ordinary people is just an ordinary mountainside to him.

"That's what sword forging is all about."

"So, don't tell me you can't do it."

"Having a body that can do whatever it wants, but being as timid as an old man, isn't that a waste?"

This passage is still unpleasant to the ear, but everyone can feel the encouragement in it.

"If you really can't make the knife that 'Yin Qi Liu Yi Wo Jiu & II and the others' requested, then give me this one I made."

"So you have no complaints, right?"

After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for his answer.

"Wait for me—"

Xiao Gong hurried to catch up, and was worried whether he could leave like this, but he saw that the crowd had consciously made way.

In the crowd, several people couldn't help but step forward, each with different purposes.

"Ah Chuang, Ah Chuang, please show us that knife!"

"Yeah, just one look, just one look!"

"Do you know where that knife maker lives? How can I contact him?"

"Will you sell that knife? I can offer a high price!"

It was a bustling place, but Ah Chuang's eyes were still looking in the direction where the knife maker left.

Compared to the restlessness of these ordinary people, those who could see through the mystery had already walked away.

"move."

The white-haired man urged his friend behind him, and the two of them squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared at the corner of Inazuma Street.

"It's really surprising. I didn't expect to see such an interesting thing during my rare visit to Inazuma."

The chestnut-haired man laughed heartily and said to his companion half-jokingly:

"Tell me, if I have that, can I catch... Wuxiang's sword?"

Already accustomed to hearing the other party praise that knife, the white-haired man just sighed:

"Now, I just want to get out of here quickly."

Amid the bustling crowd, a single "knock" sound silenced everyone.

A thin but fairly strong old man was standing not far away.

"Master...master!"

Ah Chuang looked at the old man who should have been bedridden but was now standing in front of him, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable emotion stuck in his chest.

"What are you all doing crowding in front of my store? Buy something or not, get out!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately dispersed quietly, leaving only Ah Chuang still standing there.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed deeply, with a look of guilt in his eyes:

"I didn't think well enough."

"What do you mean?"

After hearing these incoherent words, A Chuang didn't understand for a moment.

"I originally wanted to feign illness this time and try to let you take on the heavy responsibility, but I didn't consider that your character wasn't up to the task..."

"A-Chuang, please stop working for the next few days. Take this knife... and go back to think carefully."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ah Chuang's head buzzed and suddenly became blank.

"Then... Shi-shifu..."

Ah Chuang stuttered, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I know about your bet. I'll ask about it later. Don't worry about the price."

"This is a bet between the Tenmoku Ryu and has nothing to do with you personally."

The old man patted his shoulders and straightened his back, without any trace of back pain.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 19: A Restless Lunch Time

"Wow, Muramasa! I heard you were a blacksmith, but I didn't expect you to be so skilled."

Xiao Gong excitedly circled around Muramasa, looking like he had discovered a new world.

They had already walked around the street for a few more rounds, during which the girl kept on talking about her various thoughts:

"And your words—"This is just a failure"—are they so cool?"

"I just expressed my thoughts. I didn't think about being handsome or anything like that at all."

Although it was not his original intention, it was a pleasure to listen to the girl next to him praising himself like this.

"By the way, did you decide from the beginning to give him the knife?"

After the flattery, Xiao Gong ended his performance before the other party became bored and began to ask questions.

"Well, I saw his knife."

"Every knife is made with great care. Even if it's not amazing, it's not like someone can't even make a gift knife."

Muramasa clenched his hands in the air, as if he was holding the sword of the Tenmoku-ryu school in his hands.

"I have truly felt that will and skill..."

"If you want to do it, you can do it. If you don't do it, it won't work."

While Muramasa was speaking, Xiao Gong twisted his chin as if in deep thought and stared at him straight.

"how?"

Feeling the burning gaze, Muramasa couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"It's okay, I just feel like we're a lot alike."

"It's not about appearance, it's that kind of... uh..."

Xiao Gong gestured in the air with his hands, but he couldn't form any suitable words.

"Come to think of it, you're a fireworks craftsman, right?"

His gaze fell on Xiao Gong's palms, which were not a pair of delicate and meticulously crafted hands.

"Well, we do look alike."

Upon hearing Muramasa's admission, the thoughtful expression on Yoshimiya's face turned dull, and then instantly turned into a smile:

"Haha~!"

She patted Muramasa's shoulder and said, half complaining, half suggesting:

"Let's go, it's exhausting to accompany you to forge swords, but you have to compensate me well——"

"Let me think, let's go to Shimuraya at noon!"

After saying that, he took the village chief Yi Zheng's wrist and ran forward in a hurry.