Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

In other words, the physical body cannot travel through the sacred cherry tree, so I need to be the vanguard.

Since there is indeed a root that reaches deep into that place, but it is impossible to enter directly from the outside, we can use the sacred cherry tree to "sneak a ticket".

"So, when do we leave?"

Now that I have accepted the commission and know how to execute it, there are no other problems.

"Not urgent."

The Son of God raised a finger and shook it:

"To ensure safety, I have to help you clean up the filth on the sacred cherry tree..."

"But that's my job."

Muramasa stared at the shrewd fox in front of him, trying to read something from her face:

"That job isn't very satisfying to you, is it?"

"Alas, who likes to work? I'm an easy chair type of person."

Is this the kind of armchair that allows you to spend your days leisurely and leisurely?

"Really?" Muramasa didn't ask any further. "Then tell me about those things you want to reveal."

"I already know about the work."

"Next, just speak without worry, I will listen carefully."

"..." The fox in front of him took longer breaths, and his ears moved during this time.

"Do you have any more wine? Come have a few drinks with me."

"There must be wine, but if you want to drink it, I'll forget it."

"Don't be so unromantic~"

"No, I'm really not good at drinking.

"Aren't you a spirit? Can you get drunk too?"

……

Society of the Ministry of Justice

The blue-haired young man was still sitting at his desk, with a mountain of work and his personal intelligence network in front of him.

I turned over the pages of wishes, settlements, cooperation, and proposals one by one, annotated and signed them one by one... it was endless.

The door of the house was ajar at this moment, and an ice-blue half figure peeked out.

"It's so late, why don't you rest?"

Lingren looked up, revealing a gentle smile that was different from the one he showed in official circles, and looked at the other half of Linghua.

"Because I saw that the light in your room was still on...that's why."

She pushed the door open a little further, walked in with a bowl of warm soup, and placed it on the other person's table.

“I want to do something within my ability.”

There is no oil on the soup, probably because it allows people who drink the soup to rest earlier.

"You're so thoughtful. I'll rest in a while."

"You should rest early too."

Seeing how busy he was, Linghua could only nod, walk out and close the door.

Watching his sister retreat, Ayato leaned against the backrest, closed his eyes and planned to take a nap.

It was another long and unbearable night, and the uninvited dream came as expected.

“Gurgle…”

Still so dim and deep.

All around me was the dark night scene and dozens of standard atmospheres of pressure surrounding my body.

All I could hear was my heartbeat, and the heavy pressure around me alienated me from the world around me.

"They say sleep is a rehearsal for death. Then you are the living being who repeatedly struggles on the border."

Sinking is the main theme here, and every time you enter the water, you sink deeper.

The depth of suffocation is proportional to the sound of your heartbeat. Fortunately, proportionality means balance, and the surrounding environment cannot affect your individual independence.

"hoooooo~~~~"

In the endless distance, a cry penetrates your "liquid ecology", disrupts the air pressure around you, and pulls you out of the deep sea of ​​dreams.

"Rapid changes in the environment mean a disruption of balance, and your absolute self is once again challenged by the outside world."

Ayato suddenly straightened up from the chair, and a salty and bitter liquid poured out of his empty stomach.

"Pfft-"

The teeth gate failed to stop the flooding during the flood season, and the jet of water that was forced to open came into close contact with the table, and tonight's work was ruined.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 53 The Coming War

“Ha…hahaha…”

When he came back to his senses from the dream of drowning, an unusual liquid was already pouring out of his mouth.

Ayato didn't know how they got into his stomach. The only possibility was that they had sneaked into his stomach from his dream.

In this case, the question becomes where exactly we saw in the dream.

The strange feeling in his mouth had not yet subsided, so Ayato picked up the bowl of hot soup and drank it to dilute the strange taste in his mouth.

"Ok?"

After drinking the hot soup, he subconsciously looked out the window, towards the sea.

In the distance, a distant cry was heard.

……

"I feel like Muramasa has been in a bad mood these days?"

Zaoyou woke up from her sleep, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked Hailing who was reading a book next to her.

"Ok?"

Being spoken to by an unexpected person, Hailing looked at the little raccoon cat next to her.

"Hmm...I feel like he's been mumbling about something lately?"

"And they even put up a sign in front of the thatched hut."

Zaoyou pointed to the sign in front of the door, which read "Foxes and priests are not allowed to enter."

"Ah...is it because of that incident where the Palace Master forced you to drink a few days ago?"

Many days have passed since that large group of people arrived, and nothing worth mentioning has happened.

Of course, except for the matter of putting up the sign - the day after the priest left, Muramasa carved out the sign with wood and a knife.

Hailing recalled the scene of that day.

Muramasa couldn't be ignored because he was his employer and had already helped him, so the priest took advantage of the opportunity to go around behind him.

The vixen pressed herself against Muramasa's back, holding a wine glass in one hand and touching Muramasa's waist with the other.

Taking advantage of the moment when his lips were forced open by the itchy fingers, a glass of wine was poured down his throat.

"But even though Muramasa said he wasn't good at drinking, he didn't seem to change after drinking, didn't he?"

In Hailing's memory, after drinking, Cun Zheng neither fainted nor went crazy, and he still listened to the past stories revealed by Yae Miyaji.

"Well, uh... maybe you don't like being forced?"

"But what does that priest mean?"

While Zaoyou was thinking about this, Muramasa, who had finished his work, just returned to the house.

"Ah, Muramasa. We were just talking about you~"

Hailing skillfully poured him a cup of tea and looked at him with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

Muramasa, who had just finished his work, took a sip from the teacup.

"That's right, the incident with Lord Yaeji a few days ago..."

As she spoke, Hailing pointed to the sign in front of the door.

"Ah, that..."

Thinking of the drinking scene that day, Muramasa just sighed:

"It's not that there's anything wrong with drinking, although I'm certainly not very good at it."

"It's just...how should I put it? I just happened to recall some strange memories that day."

Strange memories come not from the brain but from the body, like being pounced on by lions and cats.

"Besides, that guy's appearance gives me the creeps, especially that smile... He's just like the fake priest I used to work with."

Is that why they say "Foxes and priests are not allowed to enter"?

Hailing and Zaoyou thought at the same time that after knowing Muramasa's identity, they were no longer surprised by such things that happened in the past.

"Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time Muramasa has talked about his past?"

Hailing, who had been together for a longer time, was surprised.

"After all, there's nothing much to say..."

"Besides, this isn't the usual 'just say it and it'll be believed' kind of thing."

Muramasa, you've become more than just "telling about the past"...

Hai Ling muttered to herself, closed the book in her hand, sipped the tea in the cup, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she sipped the tea.

"Speaking of which, Hailing, how's your study going?"

Noticing the other person's closed book, Muramasa asked.

"Well, I can already recognize a lot of medicinal herbs, and I've read a lot of medical books."

She poked her chin with her finger and thought silently:

"I asked Sister Xiao Gong for help and she said she could take me to the pharmacy in Inazuma City for an internship sometime."

"Really? That's good."

Muramasa showed a relieved smile.

"What about you, Muramasa?"

Feeling that the other party had no intention of continuing the question, Hailing asked.

"Old man?"

He was a little confused by the other party's questions, and his eyes showed doubt.

"That is... you are quite famous in Inazuma City, right?"

Hailing's voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and she herself felt a little unsure: "Do you want to come over too..."

“It’s hard to say…”

Muramasa still has a lot of concerns now, not only about magic power, but also about the current situation.

He glanced at the other person's face, and the unspeakable loneliness and worry overflowed.

"Wait until you have established your foothold there first. Then I can go and pick a place there."

Although I don’t know what will happen in the future, if I plan to settle down here, I really can’t stay in a small village forever.

"it is good--"

After hearing this, Hailing's eyes lit up again, followed by a sonorous and powerful sound.