Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Kujo Sara sighed. She didn't like repeating these meaningless clichés.

"It doesn't have to be..."

"What's unnecessary?"

Muramasa didn't seem to be being polite at all. He projected several hammers from his hand and threw them to the people over there one by one:

"You guys have smashed up everything in front of my door. Don't even think about leaving until you help fix it."

"..."

Kujo Sara followed with a flying hammer, a hammer that appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, I fell into deep thought.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 50: Chatting During Cooking Time

"I am back."

Muramasa walked into the thatched hut and blurted out subconsciously.

"Welcome back, Muramasa."

“Oh~~”

Hailing and Xiaogong said in unison, while Zaoyou, who had just woken up, made a symbolic sound.

"How's it going? How's it going?"

Although Xiao Gong knew that there was no problem when he saw several people coming back together, he was still very curious about the current situation.

"Anyway, let's just say that he was saved by that Yae Palace priest, right?"

Muramasa briefly explained, then recalled the image of the fox in his home, and the desire to share suddenly took over:

"Oh, you still remember..."

"Old man, there are some things you can't say carelessly."

The Yaeji who was following behind him spoke in a very "kind" tone, making him feel a cold wind on his back.

"Ok?"

Seeing Muramasa's hesitant look, Xiao Gong put on an expression of curiosity but not daring to ask too much.

"The warriors outside are..."

Hailing focused her attention outside the house. Some of the guys who were responsible for the work were holding hammers, while others were holding shovels. They suddenly looked more like guys engaged in rural construction or civil engineering.

“They’re doing some house repairs.”

Kujo Sara did not repair the house with the soldiers, but followed Yae Miyaji into the house.

"Even Lord Sara is here..."

Based on my usual impression, would this general actually come to visit someone else's home?

But this is not the point. The point is that when Xiao Gong thought about his behavior that usually gave Tianling Fengxing a headache, he shrank his neck in embarrassment.

"I'm afraid I'll have to bother you with dinner tonight. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Sara leaned forward slightly to apologize, then straightened up and glanced at the demon sword hanging on the wall.

"Also, tonight's dinner will be prepared by Lord Muramasa and I."

……

Although they cooked together, Kujo Sara's main job was just to help.

And before helping out, he cleaned up the greasy kitchen first.

When cleaning up, Muramasa went out with a knife, but because he had just received a favor from the other party, he returned empty-handed.

Her weekdays are almost entirely filled with work and training, leaving her with little time to prepare such exquisite meals.

At most, you just need to learn some basic methods and make some food reserves that can be used during the march.

However, tasks like picking vegetables, cutting vegetables, and chopping meat are not difficult for her.

"The meat doesn't need to be sliced ​​so thin, it will affect the taste."

Muramasa was processing the ingredients on his side, while also observing the progress on Kujo's side.

"it is good."

Unlike Xiao Gong and the others, Jiu Tiao was unusually quiet when helping out, and would only speak when asking how to prepare the ingredients.

This feeling is not bad for Muramasa, and with Kujo around, others won't disturb him.

Dinner progressed in silence until Muramasa thought of something and broke the silence:

"By the way, if you get a chance, please tell that Tiger Maniac that the delivery of his knife will be delayed for a few days."

Tiger Maniac is the nickname of Naoesa Hisamasa.

Thinking of the knife that was damaged in today's battle, Kujo asked a question:

"The one from this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Muramasa nodded.

"I have a question." After indicating that he understood, Sara asked, "Can you create weapons out of thin air?"

"Hmm." He nodded again.

"Then why use that knife?"

Kujo Sara didn't understand. It was obvious that there was no problem in making weapons and using them, just like he made the hammer at the end.

More importantly, this would not damage the weapons being delivered.

"Ah...that?"

Muramasa unconsciously looked away:

"Because it was Hai Ling who gave it to me? If it was useful, she would be happier."

After saying this, he glanced at Jiu Tiao's expression again, and the other party obviously didn't understand.

"Just consider it as my willfulness."

"By the way, isn't your relationship with that Naoesa Hisamasa rather strained?"

In order to change the subject, Muramasa deliberately raised the question again.

"Why do you say that?"

She recalled it, shook her head and denied it:

"He is a hatamoto general who reports directly to the shogun. He is a person who serves the shogun."

"After all, Tengu are also monsters or something?"

Although it was not a particularly nutritious topic, since it had already been brought up, Muramasa still tried to find a way to smooth it over.

"There are good and evil ghosts. That tiger idiot is just paying more attention to anything that harms Inazuma. He has no intention of targeting monsters."

Kujo Sara had also heard many rumors and naturally knew about the duel and the reason behind it, but he did not take it to heart:

"And that worry is not without reason. I have traveled extensively and seen many evil spirits and monsters, many of them cruel and brutal."

"Besides, your sword is truly strange and it is beyond the reach of ordinary minds."

She only took one look and noticed the extraordinary stubbornness in him. Judging from the level of martial arts, it was like he had gone astray.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

That comment was quite pertinent, and Muramasa could only say helplessly:

"It's my sword, after all. A self-satisfied outlaw like me will naturally produce stubborn individuals."

I knew that my attempt to change the subject was unsuccessful, but now that things had come to this, I decided to stop talking.

The other party was not the kind of guy who would care about what kind of person "Senko Muramasa" was, nor was he the type to talk endlessly about himself.

So the conversation between the two ended here, and they didn't say another word until dinner was over.

……

The thatched cottage was very lively today, but because it was too lively, it was forced to split into two tables.

"So the four of us were assigned to stay outside?"

In the yard, Kujo Sara's four attendants brought small stools and sat in the yard that they had built with a shovel of soil and a piece of wood, waiting for dinner today.

In front of me is a newly built wooden table. It’s not very comfortable, but it’s okay.

"What else? Be content. At least you don't have to eat the cold rice from the marching rations or the magistrate's office."

"Hey, remember what you said before about me—a beautiful woman in a golden house? Do you want to say it again?"

What I said before was a bit sour, but if I say it again now, I might be promoted and given more training.

Kujo Sara naturally wouldn't take revenge on personal grounds, but it's hard to say for Yae Miyaji.

"What are you talking about?"

Kujo Sara and Muramasa carried four plates and placed their dinner on the table.

"nothing!"

The four people said in unison.

Then they saw Muramasa take out several white porcelain bottles from the house, and the fragrance coming out of them was very familiar to them.

"liquor?"

Without any prior agreement, they turned their gaze to their boss.

Unless she agreed, they wouldn't dare ask for wine no matter who offered it to them.

"Don't get drunk."

Kujo Sara gave a warning and then went into the house first. Muramasa, who followed behind her, just said casually:

"I won't have a drink with you guys. These few glasses of wine are my thank you gift."

After watching Muramasa say this and leave, the few of them looked at each other and suddenly felt that it was not bad to stay in this small courtyard.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 51 Crane View

"Oh~ It's been a long time since I've had a meal with so many people?"

Sitting around the table, Yaejinko sighed sincerely:

"It's a pity there aren't many good dishes. There are clearly two important people sitting here."

"Can you at least prepare the fried tofu?"

After these words were spoken, Hailing and Xiaogong didn't dare to say anything, and could only complain in their hearts: Didn't you just eat this afternoon?

Muramasa had no concerns and blurted out what was in his mind:

"No, if you only said you wanted to come over then, do you want me to make the food for you?"

"And they messed up the kitchen like that. Otherwise, we could have started dinner earlier."

While the meaningless war of words was going on here, Kujo Sara was quietly enjoying his dinner, finishing the food in five bites.

This guy, does he consider eating as a form of spiritual practice...

Muramasa looked over and couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw her precise calculations. Then he heard the Son of God speak again:

"So, shouldn't you be honest with us, old man?"

Who are you calling old man——

The village was saying this in its heart, but it didn't say anything:

"Yeah...it's time to make it clear."

"As most of you know, I was 'summoned' here."

"It's not from this world. Is that enough to understand it?"