Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

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Cross the street and come to the small shop opposite the Adventurer's Association

A monotonous curtain separated the inside and outside of the room, and an old man with half-white hair was sitting inside.

Shimuraya wasn't very busy at noon, probably because it wasn't lunchtime.

Breathing steadily, posture upright...

"This store manager was a samurai, wasn't he?"

Muramasa took a look and asked Xiao Gong who was beside him.

"Wow... you really can tell at a glance?"

“It’s a bit of a stereotype.”

Although there are also options like martial artists, the rigid appearance still reminds Muramasa of some of his previous clients.

"By the way, you'll treat me to lunch~"

Xiao Gong had an expression on his face as if he was asking for payment for his "help" in the morning.

"Yes Yes."

The other party has helped me so much, I should be the one paying for it.

But since the money used was not his own, Muramasa actually felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of this...I don't think you told A-Chuang about the bet."

Xiao Gong ordered the dishes in no time, and when he handed the menu to Muramasa, he also raised a question.

"According to you, Tianmu is a famous local forging school, right?"

After taking the menu, Muramasa also ordered some sushi.

"Then don't worry. The most important thing about inheritance is reputation, right?"

"For example, if a restaurant puts a fly in a dish because it's unhappy with a customer, it'll probably go bankrupt immediately, right?"

Although there was nothing wrong with the metaphor, Xiao Gong still subconsciously glanced in the boss's direction, fearing that the metaphor would offend him.

"The bigger the family, the more they protect their reputation. This is inevitable."

Fortunately, the boss didn't pay attention to their conversation and was concentrating on making sushi.

After a while, several plates of sushi were brought up.

"Um……"

Muramasa picked up a piece of thick egg-yaki sushi and took a quick bite.

"Sweet, not bad."

"Really? Let me try it!"

Xiao Gong came up in a daze and took one too.

Too close...

Muramasa complained in his heart, but didn't say anything.

"Yo--"

A man's voice came from the side, causing Muramasa to glance sideways.

He was a blond man wearing a black headband (II) Lingyu [chess III-like ornament, his face shape was obviously different from that of ordinary Inazuma people.

He sat down on the other side of Muramasa and said to the boss:

"One serving of chicken temari and two servings of siomai."

Specifically sitting next to me...?

There weren't many people in Shimuraya at that time, but this man sat down next to Muramasa without thinking.

Even if he has to sit next to someone, the beautiful girl over there is always more attractive than a rough guy like him.

It seems that the forging this morning was too ostentatious...

The village was sighing silently in its heart.

"Huh? Thomas."

Xiao Gong on the side was the first to recognize the blond man here and spoke first.

"Hey, Miss Xiaogong Qunliuying VII Yierba Sishiba, good afternoon."

The blond man called Toma responded with a warm smile.

"Do you know?"

Muramasa looked back at Xiao Gong, who nodded and said:

"Yeah, I've seen it a few times. I've ordered fireworks from the store many times."

"Haha, after all, the fireworks from Naganohara Fireworks Shop have always been famous, right?"

Thomas followed Xiao Gong's words and said with a smile:

"I've already bought the coupons."

"Hey, thank you for taking care of our business~"

Before they knew it, Thomas had naturally become part of the conversation among the three of them.

What a terrifying social ability...

This eloquence is also very useful in selling products.

"Speaking of which, are you two on good terms?"

As he spoke, he noticed the distance between them.

"After all, she's very sociable, even though we've only known each other for one morning."

Muramasa didn't care much about it. He was just thinking about the other party's purpose in coming here and which force he represented.

He picked up the earthenware teacup beside him, took a sip, and prepared his next response.

"One morning?"

Thomas rested his head on the table with one hand, and repeated with a sigh:

"Haha, Mr. Muramasa doesn't know that."

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, he saw Xiao Gong's body movements clearly moving away, and it was obvious that he realized something.

Didn’t you even notice it?

Thomas's smile was a little awkward, so he could only finish the last few sentences in his mind.

Although Xiao Gong looks careless, he has a clear grasp of things like distance.

Forget getting so close, the only physical contact with the opposite sex is probably a polite handshake...

He took note of this point, but was intercepted before he could continue asking questions.

"Let's stop beating around the bush. You can't come to me just to talk about trivial matters."

So direct...

Although he didn't expect to keep it secret, he didn't know how to continue talking after being exposed so directly.

"But let's put your affairs aside for now."

"It seems that there is another guest outside."

A burly man lifted the curtain of "Shimuraya". His stern face scanned the surroundings and locked onto Muramasa.

Muramasa also looked back and found that it was one of the spectators who had watched the sword forging earlier.

Thomas recognized the other person's identity and put on his smiling face again:

"What brings all these hatamoto warriors here? Mr. Naoesa Hisamasa."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 20: A Meal That Cannot Be Profaned

The man was so huge that an average adult male could only reach his chest with his head.

In order to squeeze his head through the door, he almost bent over and stuck his head out.

"Knifesmith, come and practice."

This sudden and inexplicable request left the group having lunch a little confused.

"Practice...? Do you mean, fight?"

Xiao Gong looked at Muramasa, his face full of confusion almost overflowing with doubts.

Thomas quickly got down from his chair and took the initiative to stand between the two of them.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Hisamasa...is there some misunderstanding here?"

"Misunderstanding, no."

The tall and strong Jiu Zheng shook his head, and the expression on his face made people inexplicably think of a pumpkin.

"After all, the opponent is just a blacksmith, right? As a general, it would be dishonorable for you to win."

"He is not weak."

He pointed at Muramasa and said:

"Tianling Fengxing, report, beat him ten times."

Tianling Fengxing...what is that?

The words that came out of his mouth were like the gears of some machine, turning and stopping, and the words that came out of his mouth took a lot of effort to piece together.

Muramasa had some idea about this, but he didn't really want to pay attention to such an unreasonable request.

It would be fine at other times, but now it’s meal time, and being interrupted is really unpleasant and ruins my mood.

So he took a look, then turned around and continued eating.

"Even if he can beat ten people, if he starts a fight, he will be arrested by the Tianling Fengxing, right?"

Thomas tried his best to understand what the other party said, and brought up the principle of Tianling Fengxing, hoping that the other party would stop.

"Tianling Fengxing, duel request, approved."

When he proposed to Kujo Takayuki of the magistrate's office that he wanted to challenge Muramasa to a duel, the other party approved it on the spot without much hesitation.

In other words, as long as there is no death, Tianling Bugyo will not join this battle.

Now Thomas didn't know what to say. No matter how eloquent he was, the other person's face didn't look reasonable.

At the same time, the general took the initiative to speak:

"Whose position is it, the retainer or the shrine magistrate?"

So that blond guy is the club's advocate...

Muramasa was listening, but he still focused on eating.

He looked back at Muramasa helplessly, hoping to get the other party's response, at least to give him a reason to actually intervene.

Otherwise, even if he could resolve the crisis, his loyalty would be discredited.

As long as Muramasa said "no", the community magistrate could...

"You big guy, stop standing there in the way."

"Just stand there and wait for me to finish my meal."

The arguing voices behind him made Muramasa a little irritated, and he gave an answer that Thomas did not want to see.

"it is good."

The big guy pulled his head out of the door, then straightened his body and stood by the door.