Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Muramasa, is everything alright? It's too much of a stretch to pull two of us along..."

"It's okay, they're just two little girls, not two Yokozuna wrestlers."

Muramasa pulled the cart effortlessly, even faster than a normal person walking.

"It's so fast..."

Thinking about the secret that Muramasa showed him last night, he was not so surprised by his superhuman physical strength.

"By the way, Sister Xiao Gong, are you planning on coming with us?"

Seeing that Muramasa was fine, Hailing felt relieved and turned around to ask about Xiaogong.

"No, I'm just walking with you for a while~"

Xiao Gong laughed and said:

"I don't know when we'll see each other next time."

It’s a small village by the sea, and it takes at least a whole day to go there and back.

Even though Xiao Gong was reluctant to leave, it was difficult for him to go there often.

So, let me stay a little longer...

Looking at the smile on Xiao Gong's face, Hai Ling always felt that it was a little different from usual.

But what is even more different is...

Her eyes fell on Xiao Gong's clothes, which was the same orange yukata as usual.

The difference is that today Xiao Gong specially put on her clothes and wrapped herself tightly, instead of leaving them half open as usual.

"It's really not convenient to wear it like this..."

Xiao Gong quietly tugged at her sleeves, thinking about how to modify the style of her clothes when she returned.

I definitely can't just open up for convenience like usual...

"It's so dark today... and you still wish you could walk with the sun?"

Hailing looked at the thick clouds in the sky and sighed.

"After all, it's the rainy season, isn't it? But with the general here, there's no need to worry."

"During the rainy season, sailing will also be affected..."

Unlike Xiao Gong, Hai Ling is a typical fisherman's child, so her thinking is naturally slightly different:

"I'm alone, I don't know if I can do it."

For fishermen living by the sea, having a boy is a top priority.

Because sailing and collecting fish are both strenuous work, different villages will give the fish to different fish harvesting associations for purchase.

Where there is opposition, there will be competition.

The cake is only so big. If you eat one more bite, I will eat one less bite. It’s a very simple truth.

The relationship between associations will inevitably affect fishing villages.

Therefore, most fishing villages keep their techniques secret and draw clear boundaries between the fishing areas of different villages.

From this, a punishment system for betrayers naturally emerged.

Muramasa had heard of a folk custom during his lifetime, the village eight points.

Simply put, it is to divide daily interactions into ten major events: birth, coming of age, wedding, house building, illness, flood, religious ceremony, travel, fire and funeral.

The Eight-Division Village means cutting off eight of them. Only in the event of fire or funeral will the other villagers interact with you.

So, having multiple boys is also a kind of security for them.

Now, Hailing still has the sign of a fisherman's family, but it is difficult for her to do the work of a fisherman.

"Oh, right. What are you going to do when you go back, Hailing?"

Xiao Gong said with some worry.

"do not know……"

Hailing shook her head. "Maybe. I'll just have to rely on collecting herbs for a while, right?"

"After all, I used to come here occasionally with my family to pick some herbs and buy some things."

I see, no wonder Hailing came here to discuss selling things...

The small fishing village is usually self-sufficient, and if there is any need, it can rely on some caravans for supplies.

Therefore, we can only rely on Hailing, who is more familiar with Inazuma City.

Plus, they also want to get rid of things, and these things are like scars that won't scab over.

At this time, Muramasa remembered something:

"Speaking of which, Hailing, you have a very strong ability to distinguish and remember things?"

I can tell the difference between a silver carp and understand different herbs.

"Ah...really?"

When Hailing heard Muramasa say this, she was first happy, then confused.

"Yeah, in that case... maybe I can learn something else."

"Like becoming a doctor or something."

Hailing blushed at his praise.

"No, that's impossible. Someone like me... and I don't have the money to go to school."

Sensing the concern in the other party's words, Muramasa encouraged:

"It depends on whether you want to do it or not."

"Before that, my swordsmith shop is still in need of a helper."

Hearing the good intentions in Muramasa's words, Xiao Gong also joined in:

"That's right, Muramasa also said it yesterday—"

"Isn't it a shame to have a body that can do whatever I want, but do nothing?"

Seeing Xiao Gong's appearance, Muramasa couldn't help but smile:

"But, no matter what."

"The choice is still yours. I only have one thing to say."

"If you want to survive, it's better to look forward."

Looking ahead…

Hailing pursed her lips and responded after a brief silence:

"it is good."

Hearing his response, Muramasa couldn't help but think of another thing:

"I wonder when that 'reward' will arrive..."

"By the way, Muramasa."

Xiao Gong turned around and clung to the side of the cart:

"Do you think Chuang can do it?"

Of course, she was referring to the matter of "donating the knife".

The listener hummed and tilted his head back slightly:

"Do not worry."

"He just needs to learn how to take the leap."

……

Tianmu Forge is closed.

The originally transparent forging room was closed by Tianmu Fifteen, leaving only Ah Chuang sitting inside.

In front of him, there was a black knife rack.

On the shelf was exactly that sword - Yaegaki Muramasa.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 29: The Unexpected Visitor

"Hello there."

The translucent high-shoulder bottle in front of him made a sound.

"Me? I'm the external aid your body invites to liberate the kingship of your brain."

Next to it was a smaller white bottle and a bunch of crooked, short-legged porcelain cups.

A sake unique to Inazuma.

"After watching all night, you should have figured it out."

"It's almost there, so relax and leave it to me."

"The locals couldn't save you, so I came here."

Open the cork on the mouth of the high-shoulder bottle and lift it up.

"I carry the fresh scent of Mondstadt's dandelions. Do you smell it? My name is 'The Scent of Freedom'."

"I am ten times, maybe even nine times, richer than them."

"Well, maybe not that much."

"But you'll like it."

Bite after bite, the spiciness rushed from the mouth into the chest.

"Three, two, one..."

The body that was sitting suddenly jumped up and came to a place suitable for venting filth.

"vomit."

"I can help you vomit out the frustration that weighs on your brain, clear out the anxiety that weighs on your stomach, and liberate the inferiority complex that holds you back."

"A superb three-in-one remedy."

"Empty the stomach and numb the brain."

After vomiting out everything in my stomach, my whole brain started to feel dizzy.

"That's all right, isn't it?"

"The brain? Forget about it. Let's listen to the other organs."

His eyes cast their gaze on the forging table, and then his brain gave up struggling and let his body move.

"They're all encouraging you to jump over it."

"Those older, more ancient, more massive creatures are more honest than that bloated evolutionary accident on your head."

When I came to the forging table, my nerves were still a little dazed, but every cell in my body knew what to do.

"Now, raise your hammer and jump over."

"What do you jump with?"

"The collision of metals, fire, and borax."

"You see, this ditch isn't wide at all."

……

After saying goodbye to the Xiao Palace, I returned to the village before the villagers fell asleep.

It took no more than three days, but this rustic village has returned to its original state.

Leaving Hailing to count the Mora and distribute the records, Muramasa walked towards his house.