Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Naruto Shrine

A rare expression of shame and anger appeared on Yae Miyaji's face, which was difficult to conceal, and the shrine maidens were a little surprised for a moment.

Surprised, but didn't dare ask.

"What a mistake..."

She curled her index finger against her mouth, her teeth clenched together.

In these hundreds of years, has there ever been such a loss of composure?

I shouldn't have revealed my true identity. I should have just visited normally. Using that attitude has affected my sanity.

Fortunately, no one noticed, and the two people who saw her true appearance did not recognize her.

Otherwise, she would have to learn from Thor now and create a "pure land" to hide in until everyone who knew about this died of old age.

"Well... at least, I gained something, so this trip wasn't in vain..."

She tried hard to calm herself down, but the tip of her nose could smell the scent of fried tofu on her fingers.

"Occasionally, occasionally... it's nice to be entertained."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 37: The Sword's Content

early morning,

Muramasa's thatched hermitage is the center of the 34-bell-flag Japanese Emu's affairs department.

"I'll put all your things here."

A Chong set out yesterday and arrived at Muramasa's forge early this morning.

He accepted the loss and placed all the ore in Muramasa's yard.

Then, he carefully took out a huge, long object and solemnly handed it to Muramasa in the thatched hut.

"Also, this is the Yaegaki Muramasa you lent me. Now I am returning it to its original owner."

It can be seen that the other party put a lot of effort into collecting it.

Not only this knife, but also the knife stand was sent over.

I guess he thinks that even for Muramasa, this is a knife that needs to be treated with importance?

It's been preserved so perfectly...

Originally, he wanted to put the Demon Sword together with the other swords, but he felt embarrassed because of the other party's behavior.

"Oh, thanks."

He took the blade handed over by the other party, but felt a trace of extra magic power entering his body.

It was of the element of thunder, and it even made him feel somewhat familiar.

"what happened?"

Seeing Muramasa's dazed expression, Aso suddenly became nervous.

Could it be that he didn't save it well?

Or did he suspect that I had swapped his knife?

However, Muramasa had just regained his spirits from traveling when Aso asked him a question, and looked at him nervously.

"No, it's well preserved."

I picked up the knife and knife stand he gave me, found a place in the draft, hung the knife there, and took down the cloth.

"It's just that I was wondering, since we're here, could you give me a ride?"

After saying that, he looked at the obviously high-end knife wrapping cloth and wrapped it around another knife.

"?"

Ah Chuang was stunned, not because of the other party's question, but because of the other party's behavior just now.

Although I originally wanted to give the cloth to him, how come it was wrapped somewhere else?

"Okay, but... where are we going?"

"Kamizato Yashiki."

Muramasa casually announced his destination:

"The eldest daughter of that family ordered this knife from me, so I have to deliver it to her."

After he explained this, Ah Chuang suddenly understood.

Shouldn’t the things customized by the Kamisato family be well preserved?

As for why the Kamisato family came to customize the knives, A-Chuang felt that the Yaegaki on the wall was the answer.

"Row."

Without any other questions, the honest and hardworking knife maker agreed immediately.

"By the way, wait for me for a moment."

Muramasa remembered something and went to the back of the house. He glanced at Hailing who was reading.

"Hailing, I may not be able to come back tonight, so..."

He took out a spare key:

"As for food, there's some in the warehouse. Make whatever you want. Please lock it for me when you want to go back."

"Hmm? Ah, okay, okay."

Hailing didn't think anything of it and immediately took over:

"I'll give it back to you when you come back."

"No need." Muramasa seemed to be talking about tonight's dinner: "I guess this situation will happen a lot later. If you have this, it will be more convenient."

After saying that, Muramasa didn't notice Hailing's expression, but turned around and got into the Tianmu family's car.

Ashuang whipped the horse and drove him towards Kamisato's house.

……

kami-yashiki

Linghua changed into a white dojo uniform and brandished a bamboo sword.

She deliberately controlled her sword-holding posture and performed what could be considered basic training as Muramasa had previously said.

Of course, even if Muramasa didn't ask her to, she would still do the same training every day.

Her brother was also standing by at this moment, quietly observing the changes in his little sister's movements.

"what!"

She used vocalization to strengthen her strength and consciously controlled the posture of her hands.

The newly changed gestures couldn't bring her much benefit yet, it was just like spinning a pen.

At the beginning, the pen will fly to all kinds of places, and it will fail for various reasons in the middle. It is not until the muscles remember how to do it that it is considered to be trained.

"Oh, has it started yet?"

Not far away, Muramasa walked into Kamisato House after reporting, and his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Ah, Mr. Muramasa."

Linghua straightened her steps, placed her left hand on her chest, and bowed to him.

"I apologize for not being able to entertain you well."

Muramasa said sullenly, looking at the elegant blue-haired young man over there:

"It's okay, it's okay. That person over there must be the so-called 'company magistrate', right?"

"Is this the first time we've met face to face, Lord Muramasa? My name is Kamisato Ayato, and I'm grateful for your guidance."

Ayato saluted with both hands and continued speaking:

"I was unable to show up during the visit a few days ago, so I asked my sister to come. Please don't blame me."

Do you know that I have seen it?

Muramasa was not surprised. An official who sat in a high position like this would have been kicked out long ago if he had no foresight.

However, this social animal is also, in a sense, the natural enemy of craftsmen.

"So that's why you stayed until now to see me?"

It wasn't that late, but the usual morning exercises should have ended long ago.

"Haha, I can't hide it from you."

He made no attempt to conceal his intention:

"After all, he's my sister's teacher, so I have to meet him."

"In that case, I won't be too busy with small talk."

"I'll leave my sister's affairs to you."

According to the original plan, they should have chatted for a few more minutes and even had some discussions.

But since his mistake had been pointed out, and seeing that Muramasa was not a person who liked those red tapes, he simply left directly, and still left a good impression on the other party.

"Brother is indeed quite busy on weekdays. I think he would also like to chat with you for a while, right?"

Linghua tried to make amends for her brother and also looked at Muramasa.

Unlike the last time they met, he was only wearing a red arm guard on his upper body today.

"Anyway, let's not talk about guidance for now."

"Should we check our work first?"

After saying that, Muramasa untied the cloth wrapped in his hand and thrust out the knife he had customized for the other party.

The latter naturally put down the bamboo sword in his hand and took it solemnly with his palms facing up.

The scabbard was not made of high-grade wood, at least not comparable to the ones the Kamisato family usually used.

however……

Linghua gripped the hilt of the knife, allowing the sharp blade to glimpse the light slightly.

The sword in the sheath flashed a cold light, causing Linghua to subconsciously avoid the blade.

What a powerful sword light...

Linghua sighed again. This kind of precious sword, which most knife makers would spend their entire lives to obtain by chance, seemed to be bought wholesale in his hands.

"correct……"

As she was sighing, Muramasa's words made Linghua look up again.

"For practicality's sake, I didn't polish it too hard this time."

"After all, if something is too sharp, it might break just by being at the wrong angle, right?"

"Also, this knife is made according to your habits. You usually..."

Muramasa naturally expressed all the thoughts contained in the sword, and there was a complacency in his expression that had not been seen in the last conversation.

The way he introduced the knife was like a child introducing the castle he built.

Looking at the unconscious expression on Muramasa's face, Linghua quietly lowered her head to admire the blade.

There has always been a saying among Inazuma that the soul resides in the sword, and that they achieve great things, dream and make vows, and even believe that the sword contains the spirit of the gods.

But if knives really have spirits, they must be the knife makers who created them.

Therefore, the god of Inazuma is also the god of swordsmithing.

Swords carry the wishes of the swordsmith. Only with the swordsmith's cherishment and investment like a treasure can the sword take shape.

Enlightenment crystallized in Linghua's heart, and she blurted out the following words:

"Swords embrace their craft, and famous craftsmen hold treasures..."