Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

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More offspring means a higher survival rate, but it also means the responsibility of keeping them well fed.

So, this is not something that can be answered lightly.

"That's it..."

The meaning contained in this answer was enough to satisfy the girl who asked the question.

Hai Ling, who was in love, glanced at Xiao Gong beside her. The latter did not return her gaze, but just fell silent tacitly.

PS It feels a bit deliberate, but I feel I have to write it, so even though it feels a bit like sad literature, I still let everyone have a taste.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 25 Yaegaki Muramasa

"It's already late today, it's almost time to go back and rest."

Looking at the sky, Muramasa suggested going back to rest at the right time:

"Leaving early tomorrow morning?"

"Ah."

Hailing nodded after listening.

"We have to leave at daybreak, otherwise it might be too late to go back."

Naturally, there was no horsepower to assist the two on their return journey, but fortunately they didn't have much cargo or luggage, otherwise they would have to spend another night outside.

"Then take a shower first when you get back. I'll go..."

Muramasa subconsciously arranged what to do after returning, but Xiao Gong keenly caught something.

"Hey hey hey~~You guys live in the same room?"

Judging from her emotional intelligence, the fact that she asked this question must have been intentional.

"Ah."

Before Muramasa could speak, Hailing nodded, and an inexplicable tacit understanding seemed to suddenly appear between the two of them.

"A single man and a single woman spending the night outside..."

She deliberately stretched out her tone, making it sound a little artificial.

"Just say what you want to say. Keeping things in suspense isn't your style, is it?"

Even if he was slow-witted, he would have understood her intention. Muramasa was already prepared to be kicked out.

"In order to prevent you from doing anything wrong, I'll spend the night at your place tonight~"

"You know... huh?"

It was a better result than expected, but something seemed to be wrong.

"Why do you have that expression?"

"Let me make it clear first, I have to share a bed with Hailing."

As she spoke, she closed the distance between herself and Hailing, as if to say, "You'll never succeed."

"I haven't thought about it that way."

Muramasa could sense some of the different emotions between the night palace and the daytime, but he didn't fully understand them.

"Pfft..."

Hailing laughed out loud.

"Ugh……"

Along with the laughter, Muramasa sighed helplessly, and after the sigh, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

It feels good to be teased like this?

It's always more comfortable than the previous commission.

After walking all the way to the end, we arrived at the door of the hotel.

There was an unexpected person at the door. Muramasa didn't recognize him, but Xiao Gong spoke first:

"Ah, it's Uncle Fifteen from Tianmu Forge!"

"It's Xiao Palace..."

The man, who looked to be approaching his seventies, was a little surprised, but nodded politely and turned to Muramasa.

"Can we talk?"

Tianmu Forge, it must be about the bet.

"You guys go up first."

Muramasa said to the two girls beside him, and after watching them disappear at the end of the corridor, he looked at Tianmu Fifteen.

"The girls need to take a bath. Do you mind going over there with me?"

He pointed to the open-air tea stall over there, which was not yet closing time.

……

The two ordered a pot of tea at the tea stall and sat down.

"For my apprentice's disrespectful behavior this morning, I sincerely apologize to you on his behalf!"

As he spoke, he supported his knees with his hands, lowered his head at a ninety-degree angle, and made a standard apology gesture.

"I was the one who provoked you first, wasn't I? There's no need for this."

Muramasa took a sip of the tea in his hand. It was very clear, which was not bad considering the time.

"No,"

He just shook his head:

"My apprentice seems to be submissive and only asks for a few wages, but deep down he has an uncontrollable stubbornness."

Since the resilience of water dripping through stone and the will to give it one's all can forge a qualified knife, how can it be as indifferent as it appears on the outside?

"The problem is, he's been lying to himself for too long."

"He could have, but it was too tiring to live that way, so he hid it from himself."

"Striving for excellence is like climbing a mountain. To reach the next mountain, you have to cross the valley before you can reach the next peak, right?"

"He doesn't want to go down because he will fail."

This is the only skill I have, and that's enough to do the job at hand.

A better knife? Then ask my master.

A higher mountain? My master is on that mountain.

As for me, I'll just stay on this mountain.

"I am satisfied as long as I am like this. Anyone can do my job well."

"It's so conservative that it makes me sleepy..."

The old man was filled with anger, and his frustration made him unable to stop talking.

Are you all very stubborn in this school? Although I am no less stubborn.

Muramasa complained in his heart. Just by looking at the other person, he knew that he cared about this disciple very much and also knew where the problem lay.

But even if he didn't say it, he would hear it in the morning - this person repeated his "earnest teachings" all day long.

Now it seems that he is probably hoping that his disciples will attain enlightenment through self-study, just like praying to Buddha.

It’s better not to call it Tianmu School, but to call it Stubborn Donkey School.

"So, you created a lie yourself, trying to force him to cross that hurdle."

"But unexpectedly, this guy trapped himself in it."

After hearing Muramasa say what he had not said, he nodded in agreement.

"If you want to do something good for him, just say it. Although eating is important, your mouth isn't just for eating, and your body isn't a glutton, is it?"

Of course, Muramasa didn't say, "The one that only takes in but doesn't give out is called a rice bucket, and the one that takes in things and waits until they become rotten before discharging them is called a swill bucket."

Thoughts are the food that goes in, and the chatter that comes out is the swill.

These few words left the old man speechless, and his gratitude to the other party was choked back a little.

In order to prevent his respect for the other party from turning into hatred, Tianmu Fifteen quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, regarding the bet, how much ore do you want? Which ones do you want..."

"Hmm, well... how much compensation does the company's magistrate plan to pay you?"

Muramasa asked in return, and the listener nodded and gestured a number:

"This number."

"Really? Then take 70% of it and exchange it for the equivalent of 10% iron, 20% tin, 30% crystal, and 40% jade steel."

While forging in the morning, Muramasa had a rough idea of the basic types.

Upon hearing this reply, Tianmu Fifteen's eyes widened.

In this way, the so-called bet is nothing but empty words, which is equivalent to outsourcing the work to him.

"What's wrong? I have a big appetite."

Muramasa raised one corner of his mouth cheerfully:

"After all, the knife might not be handed over, right?"

"If you hand it over, I can still make a profit. If you don't, I'll have taken a lot of your things for nothing~"

It may sound harsh, but being able to observe and learn from a demon sword of that level is a priceless treasure for any swordsmith.

"...Haaa, how can I repay this kindness if you're like this?"

He murmured, nodded heavily, and said:

"Then please allow me to ask one last question."

Seeing him so serious, Muramasa wiped the smile from his face.

"what?"

"Please engrave your own name on that knife, no matter what."

This sword can be lent to his apprentice for observation. The Tianmu School has already received a huge benefit and must not take away the true name of this sword.

"I see... then."

"Let's call it 'Yaegaki Muramasa'."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 26: Escape

""Yaegaki"? "

The old man repeated it, scratching his head in confusion:

"Forgive my lack of knowledge... Is this Yae-gaki borrowed from the surname of Yae-miyaji?"

Oops, I forgot that they don’t have the same allusion here as there…

Besides, how would I know any Yae Miyaji?

His expression changed for a moment, and then he explained:

"To put it simply, these are some folk stories I heard when I was a child."

"A place built by a god for his wife."

"Then it became a work attitude – whatever my personal emotions were, they had nothing to do with the job at hand."