Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Of course, this is not the only way to recall memories. There are also methods such as "imprinting and transplantation".

"It seems that it is not very useful to me now..."

"Forget it. There's no point worrying about it now."

Doing what you should do is the way of survival for Sengo Muramasa.

Instead of going to rest, he went outside and took out some suitable materials.

Ready—

Now that I have all the materials and am in high spirits, there is only one thing left for a blacksmith to do.

Beacon~!

Dang, Dang, Dang...

Time flows by in the rhythm of the hammer.

……

On the path outside the village

In the company's car, Linghua was reviewing tonight's actions with the young man with light blue hair.

"That's it, brother."

Linghua told the whole conversation between the three of them, including her sudden thought at the end:

"I'm sorry, but I ended up making the decision on my own."

He shook his head and did not blame his sister for the idea.

"No tears (two?) san Mio things (nine! Start three: si hindrance."

Whether as an older brother or as the current leader of the society, since he has let her do it, he must accept any result.

"The current situation is volatile, and taking risky measures is inevitable."

"The Kanjo Bugyo and Tenryo Bugyo are colluding with each other, and preparations for that proposal have begun."

"Ten days from now, the Eye Hunting Order will officially begin."

The Shefengxing sect was currently in decline, and the Shogun was unable to compete with the other two factions.

In this case, it is inevitable to make moves outside the game.

……

The next day, Tianling Fengxing

Kujo Sara was standing in front of Kujo Takayuki, reading the decree issued by the other party.

Even though she was able to maintain a ruthless expression, she couldn't help but frown when she saw the contents of the paper in her hand.

"Is this what the General meant?"

She rarely asked a question, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her.

"The general's certificate is right here. How could it be fake?"

Kujo Takayuki was full of confidence, stroking the beads in his left hand.

He had not known when he had replaced his regular chair with an armchair, and now he was swaying his body while savoring the midnight snack on the plate with his right hand.

He stuffed almonds into his mouth, but they could never satisfy his appetite.

Without chewing them for a few bites, he swallowed the crushed almonds into his stomach, and the cycle continued.

"Is this your opinion or the General's?"

He put down the paper in his hand and asked again as if unwilling to give up.

"Sarah, you are very talented."

The guy sitting on the armchair didn't answer directly. He just leaned his head back.

"It's just that I'm too foolish and straightforward in my actions, and I'm too demanding on reason."

"But this world isn't as reasonable as you think. It doesn't matter whose opinion it is."

"The important thing is that it passed, which means the general agreed to it."

Even if the three commissioners have passed it, if the general disagrees, can the decree still be approved?

There was not a trace of falsehood in his words, and not a single flaw in the rules.

The matter is done, and Kujo Takayuki understands that the other party's stupidity will only make her persist to this point.

"I see."

Kujo Sara said no more. She forced her brows to straighten out, bowed, and turned to leave.

……

Another day came, and it was the day to submit the sword to the Tianmu Forge.

Originally, the people from the society should have come to inspect the work, but today, Tianmu Forge welcomed a rare guest.

"Palace, Palace Master..."

When Tianmu Fifteen saw the person coming, he hurriedly pulled his apprentice Ah Chuang to greet him.

The visitor had smooth, delicate pink hair that reached past his waist, and a pair of furry, folded ears that swayed on the side of his temples. The pendants on his ears made a light, crisp sound.

"Don't panic~"

She placed one hand on her waist and abdomen, using it as a cushion to support her other elbow.

Her propped-up forearm gently stroked her chin, and her slender jade fingers covered half of her red lips. Her eyes were not on the knife that was to be submitted.

"Sir, are you satisfied with the sword you presented to me?"

The two sword forgers didn't even dare to look directly at the priest, but the priest only glanced at the sword after hearing what they said.

"Well, not bad, on par with previous years."

At least these words were sincere and calmed the hearts of the two people in front of him.

However, after she finished speaking, she walked around the knife and came to the knife forged by Muramasa.

"What's this knife called?"

When her fingertips touched the hilt of the demon sword, she felt a tingling sensation, causing her to subconsciously withdraw her fingertips.

The elemental power has been sucked away a bit... interesting.

"Sir, that is not my knife. It is someone else's temporarily placed here."

Seeing that the priest was about to draw his sword, Ah Chuang summoned up the courage to speak out and stop him:

"So, please don't touch me and embarrass me!"

His words made Fifteen beside him want to stop him rationally, but emotionally he also agreed with his opinion.

This caused the palm of his hand that was about to elbow to stop in mid-air and ultimately failed to land.

"Yeah, that's really offensive."

She took a step back, appreciating their complex expressions and reactions with great interest.

"So, can you answer my question?"

"Yes."

Tianmu Fifteen spoke before Chuang:

"This sword is called Yaegaki Muramasa."

"Yaegaki?" she repeated, followed by a short chuckle.

"I guess it wasn't taken to please me."

Fifteen continued, "Indeed, he said it was taken from a story from their place."

After he finished speaking, the figure in front of him paused noticeably, but he didn't dare to look directly at it, so naturally he couldn't see any clues.

"……cut."

His answer hit the mark, in a bad way:

"You two, master and disciple, are truly more eloquent than each other."

After all, she is the client, so there is no reason not to praise her and talk to her.

Perhaps the successor of Tianmu not only passed on the technique, but also the mouth.

"But this knife is really interesting."

I just came here to take a look because of what the society advocates and the rumors circulating in the city the day before yesterday.

Unexpectedly, she found something interesting:

"That kid from the Kamisato family also predicted this, right?"

"Too smart, a little annoying."

She didn't take the offering knife, but walked directly out of the house, muttering to herself:

"Going directly like this is somewhat boring."

"Haha, got it..."

She flashed and disappeared on the streets of Inazuma.

Then, a strange pink fox suddenly appeared from the woods outside Muramasa's residence.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 34: Fox Tail

Three days have passed since the visit of the Society Bugyo and the Fatui, and nothing major has happened.

During this period, the village's fishing club came to visit once and bought the village's idle boats at a high price.

The Mora gained from selling the boat did not bring any changes. It just happened that I bought a lot of things from the wandering caravan the next day. Everything else remained the same.

There are some changes. Aunt Nan came back once.

She took away what was left of her parents' belongings, leaving behind an empty house.

"I don't know if Aunt Nan will come back later..."

Hailing was holding a book and expanding her knowledge while Muramasa was sharpening knives and decorating.

She has now become a helper in Muramasa's forge. Apart from doing work like sand mining, she spends most of her time accompanying Muramasa in forging swords.

And when he didn't need help, reading became another job for her.

"It's difficult, isn't it?"

Muramasa said as he cut and polished the knife handle to match Ayaka's palm:

"My work and life are all over there. In a few decades, I guess even my children won't come here."

After saying that, he glanced at Hailing.

After coming to his side, the girl changed a lot.

Not only in temperament, but also in dress.

Her long silver hair, which had been loose, was tied into a ponytail, and the bra that had been oppressing and constricting her body for years was loosened.

The heavy weight caused the garment to curve, and the degree of its swaying almost confirmed that there was no restraint.

"Although I said at the time that there's no need to be so reserved here..."

"But are you treating my forge as your boudoir?"

Sighing, Muramasa focused his attention back on the work at hand.

"Will it cause you trouble?"

She tilted her head, a teasing smile on her face, and a faint blush.

"...It's up to you, but at least stay in the back room when we have guests."

Muramasa's words made her burst out laughing: