Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Oh, you actually remember my name? I'm really grateful for that."

He took the opportunity to tease about his importance in the other person's heart, and explained:

"I'm just adjusting this piece of cloth. I'd rather not be charged with obstructing law enforcement."

"..."

Before Kujo Takayuki could open his mouth to refute Muramasa's sophistry, Kujo Sara found an opportunity to respond first:

"Indeed, I saw this with my own eyes."

"Please, Master, do not let your anger cloud your mind."

Even the "sharp blade" he had raised sided with the other side, which made him turn his spearhead towards Sala for a while.

I adopted her not to let her disobey me!

The anger in his eyes was hard to dissipate, but he couldn't blame the other person because of his identity.

At this time, Muramasa appeared in the center of the venue again.

"what are you doing?"

Like a frightened bird, the Tianling official seemed extremely annoyed by the continuous "unexpected" things.

"Just taking back the knife I lent you."

He didn't look up at the clown, but just stared at the "Yaegaki Muramasa" on the ground.

After hearing what the other party said, Kujo Takayuki realized belatedly that the knife could actually remain intact in Wuxiang's attack.

Thinking about the previous rumors, this guy who took things one step at a time, with only conceit in his mind but no foresight, wanted to take down the knife and the man on the grounds of "aiding the rebels".

I completely forgot my initial evaluation of the deceased. He was clearly a "warrior" and not just a bandit.

"In that case, just take it back."

Without giving Tenryo Bugyo a chance to think, Kujo Sara was determined to destroy his adoptive father.

"Tsk."

Kujo Takayuki spat lightly and said nothing more.

Both he and Sara represent the face of the Kujo family in the outside world. Such tit-for-tat is not conducive to the stability of the Kujo family.

Even if he is unwilling to admit it, Kujo Sara's power and personal charm are necessary to manage Tenryo Bugyo well.

"Everyone, issue a wanted order for Quan Daoqi immediately!"

Kujo Takayuki chose not to dwell on it any longer, as the most urgent task was to retrieve the ownerless Eye of God.

All the soldiers who were still able to move took action, leaving only two big figures of the Kujo family still standing where they were.

"..."

Muramasa did not respond to Kujo Sara's kindness, and did not even raise his head. His attention was completely attracted by his own sword.

This is the first time I feel like I don’t recognize my own knife.

Thinking of this, he reached out and grasped the base of the blade.

...read - Yili yi〗abandon 1亻尔?〥吧death|death岥?

Manyo did not dare to stop the entire way, going all the way down from the castle tower, across the town street, and through Hanamizaka.

He was running around like a headless fly, avoiding any place where he might bump into Tianling Fengxing.

He didn't wake up until he had run for who knows how far. In his trance, he could no longer tell whether what had just happened was an illusion or reality.

It wasn't until he felt his trembling fingers clenched uncontrollably, and felt the decorations destroyed, leaving only the round bead of the Eye of God, that he came to his senses:

"Aha……"

He barely opened his palm and looked at the triple Ba pattern that shone with purple light...

The triple Ba pattern that has not dimmed but is still shining?

"Mr. Manye, please come this way."

As his hair stood on end, several people rushed out from the darkness.

"At the request of Lord Muramasa, we will lead you away from Inazuma."

……

"So the sword contains gods... and dreams?"

The moment the village was about to grasp the end of the knife, the pupils that could see through Su Ye started to move on their own.

"There are always creatures on earth who dare to face the majesty of heaven."

"Being punished after defeat is not my goal. However, to me, that is not punishment, but a reward."

"There's no one better to step up than me, so here I am."

The stars spread out before Muramasa's eyes and twinkled one after another. This was no longer his first experience, so he digested the cause and effect more quickly than last time.

"I'm only a little closer to seeing the scenery under the mighty light of the Thunder God..."

"Also, I regret not being able to tell the general about the people's dreams."

Muramasa chewed on the scenery he saw, interpreting its charm, and complained helplessly:

"Is it finally the dead's turn to make this old man work?"

The demon sword in his hand was extremely calm, and gentle elemental power was continuously reflected from the sword.

Even the advance payment has been prepared for me...

Muramasa felt like he was almost used to the stubborn employer and the self-willed commission, and this time he even felt a little more relaxed.

At least, it's not the kind of commission that is uncomfortable to do.

As he was about to leave, he heard an unpleasant voice in the distance:

"Humph, a knife rack."

It was obvious that after the high-handed fellow learned about the uniqueness of the weapon held by the "warrior", he only regarded him as a pendant of the knife, and his tone was full of contempt and envy.

Muramasa didn't even feel the urge to refute this.

As a forger, he knew very well that the strength of a demon sword came not only from the user's physical strength, but also from the power of will.

To forcibly control the demon sword requires suppression with force, while to unleash the sword's instincts requires infusion of spirit.

not to mention--

This guy's beliefs transcend even life and death, so why would he need to find excuses to explain them?

……

"It seems that the duel is completely over."

Ayato continued to talk to Hiiragi Shinsuke, but the latter remained very conservative.

Then, Ayato threw out another sentence:

"What did you see during this duel?"

The latter did not answer, partly because they did not know.

"What I saw was an ambitious magistrate whose skills were truly admirable."

Ayato spoke without missing a beat, and tactfully hid his true meaning among his compliments.

"This duel before the Emperor will probably pave the way for better execution of the General's orders."

"With the battle imminent, a display of arm strength to boost morale is essential."

Shinsuke Hiiragi touched his chin and remained silent.

The word "war" is also a big deal to him:

This matter will be put on the agenda of the Three Commissioners' Meeting soon.

Large-scale battles also mean the consumption of a large amount of funds and resources.

But for him, the large consumption means that this is another lucrative project.

Weapons... Oh, no matter which side, swordsmiths are very important, and most of Inazuma's swordsmiths are related to the shrine's magistrates.

Thinking from his own perspective, Hiiragi Shinsuke felt that he had grasped the other party's true intention, so he tentatively said:

"Yes, a protracted war is not good for either side."

"I suppose the Society Minister would not wish for the suffering of all people, would he?"

Ayato's expression remained unchanged, she only nodded slightly.

"For me, it is indeed a dilemma..."

At this point, the Kanjo Bugyo finally burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect there would be something that would bother you."

He projected his own thoughts onto the man in front of him, as if he had found the reason why the other party had been against him before, and also "understood" why he suddenly wanted to be friends with him now.

PS I was out all day and only finished revising today's chapters when I got back to my place. Sorry! I didn't expect that the release date would coincide with the graduation ceremony.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 61: The Wood-Leaked Teahouse

A duel in front of the emperor is like a slightly stronger wind. People will worry about whether the clothes hanging out to dry will be blown down, but they will be forgotten once the wind passes.

Muramasa walked out of Tenmoku's forge and thanked Tenmoku Fifteen and A-Chuang behind him:

"Thank you very much. Please let me borrow your forge."

After retrieving the "Yaegaki", Muramasa brought it to the Tenmoku Forge and borrowed a space from them.

"You're welcome. Feel free to come and use it whenever you need it."

Tianmu Fifteen shook his head. If it were someone else, he would definitely not be so polite - since he came to Tianmu Forge, was he worried that their skills were not up to the task or what?

But facing Muramasa, whose achievements far surpassed his own, the craftsman could not have the nerve to brag about himself.

"Is this knife... the same one you struck earlier?"

As they talked, A'an's eyes kept on Muramasa's hands, and he finally asked.

After observing it for a whole night, Chuang could confirm that, judging from its appearance alone, this knife was no different from the previous one.

Something inside had changed, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Yes."

"It's just that there's one more warrior living inside."

Muramasa said something confusing, put the demon sword that was not supposed to be used back to his waist, and walked towards the place where he had agreed to meet with others before the battle.

……

Cross the street, turn behind the bustling Adventurer's Guild, and walk along the sea view until you see an enclosed courtyard.

This place is called "Mulou Teahouse" and is a fiefdom of the society. No one is allowed to enter without an invitation.

A woman in a brown kimono stood in front of the door. She had a cold face and an expression that was even more striking than her facial features.

Seeing Muramasa and his men approaching, she simply nodded and made way.

Entering the back room of the house, two people were already waiting there.

"Oh, the old man is really generous to let me wait here for so long."

When he heard this voice, the fox face naturally took shape in Muramasa's mind.

The chief priest of Narujin Taisha Shrine naturally has a close connection with this place...

"I didn't hear you were coming too... and this guy too."

He sat down with a normal expression and fixed his eyes on the other person in the room.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Yin Shanliuzheng."

Linghua maintained a polite smile and said, "My brother has an appointment with another guest. I will entertain you this time."

"As for the Palace Master..."