Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"So, I don't hold a grudge against Kojiro-san. At the same time, I'm grateful to this handsome man. I had a satisfying fight with him. I could sense that the divine power resided within his sword as well."

"In this case, it's clear what I think of Sasaki Kojiro of Chaldea."

"Yeah—it's just a pity that he doesn't recognize me, since we're the same person from different worlds."

Just saying this, she had a look of regret on her face, but she smiled with relief:

"I'm used to it anyway! I've seen so many different people with the same face, so what's so strange about a handsome guy with the same name and appearance?"

"Isn't it better to just treat it as another chance encounter that came about through the guidance of the Bodhisattva?"

A guy driven by fate...

I don’t know when this guy will be able to find his home.

As if his words were read by the other party, Musashi continued:

"You might not believe me now, but I don't believe in fate... or rather, I'm someone who refuses to be manipulated by fate..."

Having said that, she paused again and changed the subject.

"Ahh! We can talk about this next time we have a chance. Keeping it a secret for now is more like a TV show."

Like some authors who like to leave fragments, Musashi simply left herself in suspense, as if this would allow her to appear here again.

Knowing that was the last question, the woman shouted boldly:

"Finish!"

"Thanks for your hard work."

Muramasa responded sincerely, looking at the guy's relaxed expression, "If you don't disappear immediately, I'll cook you a meal later as a reward, okay?"

"Really? That would be great."

As she spoke, she stretched her body vigorously. The fabric that was already bulging due to the two lumps on her chest was squeezed so hard that it almost groaned. The fabric sandwiched between them was stretched a little.

"Yeah, it was quite an interesting experience. I wouldn't mind doing it again. Of course, I have to sit in your seat, Grandpa."

"Well, this is not something I can decide."

Muramasa smiled leisurely, then looked around at the empty area.

"Perhaps, those 'spectators' also want you to stay?"

"That would be great~ Then, I'll interview some super hot beautiful girls and boys..."

After hearing what Muramasa said, she couldn't help but speak out her thoughts:

"Ahem, I've said too much. Well, today's show ends here!"

"That's the old man's line, right—"

Muramasa said half annoyed:

"Also, could you at least say thank you to the 'guests' who have come here?"

"Yup!"

She shouted belatedly, then said obediently:

"Well, thank you all for reading this. This..."

"What's the name of this show?"

"Really, so let me do this last sentence."

Muramasa sighed, then smiled business-like.

"That's all for today's 'Q&A at Muramasa Dojo'. See you next time."

PS After writing about the previous battle, I felt that it was really not that good... So today I was discussing with my friends in the group how to write it, and then I went back to what I wrote before (is there any connection between the two?)

I suddenly found this thing that I made with my friends in the group before, so I just sorted it out as the beginning of the extra chapter. If you like it, you can ask some questions here, and I will answer them in this form. However... there should be no main film today, hehe

(I will add some illustrations to this article tomorrow, so you can refresh the page and take a look.)

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 1 Thousand Sons Muramasa Alterego

Hoshinekai Avalon

In order to resolve the crisis in the Lostbelt, he came here as a servant following the "Son of Prophecy" to witness the final journey of the girl named "Altoria".

Look at her small shoulders, carrying pressure that she shouldn't have to bear, and giving everything to save these fairies who have never made her feel happy.

He turned his gaze towards the flower magician standing beside him and spoke.

"Is it really okay to let that little girl endure so much?"

The latter cast a lifeless look and, in a frivolous tone, expounded on their own rhetoric of fate and destiny.

It's really disgusting.

Moreover, he specially asked me, the alien apostle, to follow him here so that I can understand his thoughts at a glance.

But, it doesn’t matter.

After all, he cares, doesn't he? Whether it's this body or me, I can't ignore that guy.

So, just go along with it.

Stepping forward, it's time to do the final work.

"Muramasa-san, why are you here—"

"Why not? Of course I'm indispensable for forging a sword, right?"

Ignoring the girl's surprised look, at the last moment before the holy sword appeared, he forcibly took over his last "commission".

"I have cut off my fate, I have cut off my karma. I have dedicated my life to the sword. Don't underestimate Sengo Muramasa."

Swing the forging hammer in your hand.

clang--

His dominant right arm was melted into the sword, and the temperature, hot enough to melt stars, took away any flesh that dared to touch it.

"No, I'm happy, but I can't—"

"Muramasa, you will be reduced to ashes!"

"I can't ask for it!"

Since his right hand had disappeared, he would hold it with his left hand and transform all the spiritual energy in his body into nourishment for the holy sword in front of him.

Dang, Dang——

The rest of the words could no longer be heard, as the shattered spiritual base gradually lost the ability to capture sound.

The triple spiritual base and a body are used as materials and integrated into the holy sword.

Ignoring the warnings of pain sent by the soul, and not thinking about the changes that would occur to the soul bases that had been stitched together and fused together—

After all, if you disappear, you won't know anything.

In response, the Holy Sword ruthlessly took away everything that was left, so greedily that not even a scrap was left.

As the last of the body burned, he felt the holy sword's final steps finally complete. A sense of closure filled his heart, leaving only a slight regret that condensed into words that slowly drifted away:

"It's just a pity... I haven't been able to make you a hair accessory yet..."

There is no way to know what happened next.

If there is a chance to be summoned again, the "self" with this memory may still have the possibility of knowing everything.

However, this may become a luxury.

Is this only natural? "Muramasa Sengo," who existed as a pseudo-Servant, was summoned by the alien god and sewn into another spiritual base. He can be said to be a completely different individual from the one who originally existed in historical records.

They can only be regarded as other beings with the same appearance and similar personality.

Without even a trace of memory left, the story of "Senko Muramasa", the apostle of the alien god, will end here.

……

When the fragments of the soul that had lost its body floated in the air like ghostly flames, returning to the outside world and about to dissipate naturally.

"You shouldn't disappear in a place like this, huh?"

The slender and tender hands invisibly wrapped around the tiny piece of debris.

"I've never lived my life for myself, but instead poured everything into others... Hehe, no matter which possibility comes up, you always choose the same path?"

The delicate and ethereal female voice, with a hint of fatigue and a smile, stirred up the mirror-like sea surface around her.

The vast and boundless magical power poured into the palm of this delicate hand from all directions like a tide, reconstructing everything that was plundered and injecting it into this small spiritual base.

"Just consider it a request, right?"

"Even though the past is shattered, the future remains uncertain."

"And please, ascend the throne of Sky Island..."

She opened her hands, revealing a small black box in her hands. Her long silver-white hair began to flutter, and the wind became more and more turbulent.

The small black box floated towards the boundless starry sky, overlooking the barren land with only black mud and surging tides, which was as high as the horizon everywhere.

The only bulge was a giant black box that was similar to it but countless times larger. It was also trembling restlessly at this moment, watching it merge into the starry sky.

……

"So why on earth was I summoned again?"

Muramasa's sigh echoed on the empty beach. The bleak sea breeze carried the startled waves, telling of their ignorance.

"Really? I'm clearly ready to die, or what? That unreasonable employer has brought me back to work overtime again?"

Naturally, there was no response.

After losing his body, he thought he would immediately return to the Throne of Heroes as before, or completely disappear.

However, this time was different. He only felt that he had spent a long time, and he knew nothing except that he was still awake. It was not until he regained his body that he found himself here.

Despite complaining, Muramasa still took stock of his own physical condition and ruled out the possibility of his previous complaints.

The spiritual base recovered to a state where it could move freely, but it was easier than before.

At the same time, the body has not established a magical connection with anyone, and the magic power in the present world is being consumed continuously and cannot be replenished.

If we continue like this and do nothing, it will definitely disappear for the second time in less than half an hour.

And he had a premonition that if it disappeared again, it would literally "no longer exist anywhere."

"It wasn't pulled here by ley lines or a restraining force, nor was it summoned by a magus..."

Muramasa sensed the situation and could feel the atmosphere filled with "magic" different from the original world, but he could neither absorb it nor use it:

"projection……"

He slowly raised his right hand, trying to call upon the magic power in his body to construct an illusory blue mold.

As long as he outputs more power, he will be able to use his original magic normally.

"At least there is good news."

Muramasa clenched his palms, and the blue mold instantly turned into a small knife. Then he swung his arm and threw it, and it turned into a white light and pierced into the white rabbit that was peeping at this side from a distance.

It didn't even have time to react before the blade pierced its vitals and took its soul away.

“Although I really want to bake it…”

Muramasa slowly approached, squatted down, and used its body fluids as the source of his magic power, swallowing it with the soup.

The main source of magic power in living organisms is their body fluids, and roasting them is a bit too luxurious for Muramasa now.

"Ahem, ahem...it's really fishy."

After sighing, Muramasa wiped the scarlet from his lips and detected an unusual sound in the wind.

The sea breeze just now covered up the cry for help, and it only became clear after it was far away.

"A cry for help..."

After determining the direction, Muramasa's body dissipated and turned into a spirit to search for the direction.

……