Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Realizing that there was no hope of escape, he immediately wanted to grit his teeth and sacrifice his life.

No matter how nicely you say it, as long as he dies, it will be misinterpreted as an attempt to silence him!

bite--

bite……

Eh?

My masseter muscles weren't working, and when I looked down, I realized my jaw was dislocated.

The entire lower jaw was open, revealing a row of not very neat teeth.

"That's a ninja's best skill, right?"

Muramasa withdrew his hand from his chin, looked at him with a look of disgust, and then said to Thomas:

"This guy might be thinking of committing suicide—all ninjas know this. You guys should understand mechanisms better than I do."

Since the person has been handed over to the community commissioner, it stands to reason that the rights to interrogate, torture, or anything else should also be handed over.

Thomas understood what he meant and began to examine his characteristics as a "ninja" in front of everyone.

"Leave it to him over there."

Muramasa looked exhausted both physically and mentally, as if he had been through too much.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Xiao Gong showed a caring look on his face.

"Nothing, I just didn't expect so much to happen."

"Really? I don't know whose cake this is touching."

Thinking about what happened today, Xiao Gong could only smile helplessly and pat Muramasa to comfort him:

"Look at it from a bright perspective, at least it's over..."

"not yet."

Muramasa looked at Naoesa Hisamasa who was lying unconscious on the ground:

"And here..."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 23: The Return of Daily Life

After a few minutes, the big guy on the ground gradually woke up.

He lay on his back, thinking for a long time, and it took him a long time to react to what had happened.

"I, am unconscious?"

He was laid on the ground with no soft thighs to rest his head on, and when he opened his eyes he didn't see a beautiful girl.

The red-haired man...

He finally came to his senses and sat up from the ground in a daze.

"It's all over."

Muramasa seemed to be trying to comfort him, but it sounded a bit strange to the other party.

It feels like saying: You tried your best.

"So, you should be able to sit down and talk with me, right?"

"But there's no tea here."

He sat down cross-legged and gestured for Naoesa Hisamasa to sit down as well.

The other party was thinking, as if he was still trying to savor the aftertaste of the battle just now.

The pain at the back of his head was telling him to face reality.

He originally wanted to use the difference in physique to grab the opponent, and then rely on the endurance and resistance to blows brought by the physique to subdue the opponent.

The worst case scenario is to exchange injuries for injuries, but unexpectedly, the opponent will counterattack and knock you down with one blow.

So he also sat down cross-legged. After all, he was the loser and it was only his face that was lost.

If the stalemate had continued, and the rumors had affected the general, he would have been doomed to death.

He was not a smart man and did not realize that there were other solutions to the situation.

"result?"

He was asking how the matter was resolved.

"That guy named Thomas went to deal with it. They all wanted to get rid of the problem."

Muramasa shrugged, knowing that even if these people had good intentions, it was only when it affected him.

But as a part of a machine, you have to look ahead and behind.

In other words, when it only affects Thomas himself, he can act solely out of chivalry.

But when acting on behalf of an agency, one must consider whether it is worthwhile for the other party to do so.

"He... um."

The other party nodded, and was very confident in the ability of the retainer of the shrine:

"No problem then, what about you?"

Are we finally back to the question I raised...?

"So, what did you hear?"

Xiao Gong sat quietly behind Muramasa and listened to the conversation between the two.

"That Tongxin said you are a monster."

"Your sword, the demon sword."

"Suspicion, need verification."

In other words, you suspect that I am a monster, and that's why you can forge a demon sword...

To be honest, it was a bit forced, and I'm afraid it also had some of the elements of "making friends through martial arts" as he said, as well as some other elements.

but……

"By the way, do you have any nickname or something?"

Muramasa changed the subject so suddenly that the two people beside him were unable to react.

"Ok?"

Despite this, the man pondered for a while:

“It seems, yes.”

"Tiger idiot."

Is this really why you came after this guy?

"So, they also told you this verification method?"

Muramasa asked.

"Yes."

"He said he knows you, and if you have wounds, you'll be exposed."

If you create a wound on me and don't deliberately suppress your magic power, the wound will heal automatically.

When I was increasing my magic power just now, I also deliberately controlled myself from repairing the wound.

A bad feeling lingered in his heart, that the other party was not completely ignorant of him.

But how was it exposed?

How much do they know...

"Anyway, thank you for your answer."

After discussing some details with the other party, Muramasa stood up again:

"I have other things to do, so I'll excuse myself."

"Wait." Naoesa Hisamasa said, "Commission, where are we going?"

"Ah...Would you like to order a sword from me?"

"The blacksmith shop hasn't opened yet, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

After saying that, he wanted to grab the long robe on the ground, but found that it had disappeared.

"I told you not to keep it properly, it's here~"

Xiao Gong picked up the folded long cape and patted Muramasa's shoulders with a playful expression on his face.

Looking at their departing figures, Naoesa Hisamasa just sat on the ground. After a long while, he stood up again, muttering to himself:

"Practicing is not enough..."

……

Xiao Gong and Muramasa gradually walked into the golden streets at dusk. The lonely setting sun in front of them reminded everyone that it was time to get off work.

"In the end, I didn't get to play much today~"

The girl folded her hands behind her head, but there was no look of distress on her face.

"is it?"

Muramasa noticed the little thought on Xiao Gong's face:

"But from what I can see, you are quite happy."

"Hey, this isn't a conflict!"

"Have you decided what to eat tonight?"

"Well..."

The two of them were chatting back and forth when they saw a familiar figure.

"Ah, it's Hailing~!"

Xiao Gong pointed ahead.

There was a middle-aged woman standing next to the girl over there, and the two were discussing something.

When Hailing heard Xiaogong's voice, she stopped chatting, looked at the woman, and then ran over hurriedly.

"Muramasa! Sister Xiaomiya~"

Hailing came over with an excited look on her face, "Are you guys coming here to play?"

"No, I just happened to come back from outside."

Xiao Gong vaguely noticed that there was something strange in the address just now, but he just kept it to himself.

"How did it turn out today?"

When Muramasa talked about this, it was obvious that Hailing's smile froze for a moment.

"Well, most of it has been discussed..."

"Also, tell Aunt Nan about this."

She glanced at the woman who was still working over there, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Like the people in the village, emotions and life are calculated separately.

"In that case, let's go to dinner together tonight?"

Xiao Gong patted Hai Ling's shoulder and handed her the purse, which was less than a third empty.

"Here! Your funds, the rest are all in here~"

"Eh?"

Feeling the heavy weight inside, she glanced at Muramasa beside her: