Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The smile on Linghua's face was obviously a little helpless, and the pink fox took the initiative to interrupt:

"I originally wanted to go to Kamisato-yashiki and be treated to some desserts."

"What a shame~ I went there but found nothing. I had to resort to some trickery to find my way here."

Her face was full of pride, and the tips of her ears were curled up.

Then she stretched out her delicate hand, picked up a square piece of white-topped pastry on the table and put it into her mouth. It seemed that at least she had gotten what she wanted, which was sweetness.

Shen Zi was busy enjoying his dessert, so Ling Hua took the opportunity to bring the conversation back to the main topic:

"First of all, thank you, Mr. Muramasa, for your earlier advice, which allowed the Society Magistrate to make early preparations."

Before the duel in front of the emperor began, Muramasa contacted the shrine magistrate through Zaoyu, asking them to find Manye before Tenryo Magistrate.

"Just raising your hand is enough to pull out the trouble."

"And I didn't expect him to take that 'eye'."

In his expectation, Wan Ye was going to interfere with the trial.

That preparation was actually to deal with the pursuit after Wan Ye's identity was exposed, but unexpectedly it came in handy in other places.

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

At this point, he saw Linghua seemed to be hesitant to speak:

"Why? You don't need to eat words even if you're hungry. That stuff won't fill you up."

Before Linghua could say anything, Shen Zi, who was eating, almost spit out the cakes.

"Cough...cough..."

Reluctantly swallowing the food in his mouth, Shen Zi was fighting against his body's instinctive reaction:

"Could you please stop saying weird things seriously while other people are eating?"

"Who said something weird?" Muramasa obviously had something against a certain fox.

"Oh my~ Am I disliked? It's not good to be so petty." The Son of God was not angry at his reaction at all, and his interest in teasing him increased instead of decreasing.

"Who's petty?" Muramasa asked back, his face still full of disgust:

"Besides, you scared Kamisato so much that he couldn't speak."

"Ah? Me?"

Suddenly realizing the topic had returned to her, Linghua paused before re-asking the question:

"It's like you knew they were going to do it, but you had no intention of stopping them."

“I didn’t even try to dissuade you…”

The young man bet his life on a gambling table where he had no chance of winning.

"This..."

Muramasa thought for a moment and said:

"Just think of it as an old man's sympathy for his fellow man, right?"

"That's how it started."

The last sentence was spoken softly, but the two people around him could hear it clearly.

"At that time, I simply felt that... if the opportunity to forge the "Ideal Vibration" was presented to me, I would not stop, even if it cost me my life."

As he said this, the scene of the young man swinging the magic sword appeared in front of his eyes.

Clearly, all other images were blurry, but that moment was incredibly clear, causing Muramasa to mutter softly, in a voice only he could hear:

"Damn it! This is the first time I feel like I've lost in a 'concept'."

It seems that the figure of that person touched him?

Shenzi was not so ignorant as to disturb his enlightenment, so he turned to Linghua and pointed at Muramasa:

"This guy is very easy to understand. Even though he said so much, it can be summed up in one simple sentence."

"They have a single-minded mindset and set themselves an incredibly ambitious goal, so all they do is keep moving forward."

Listening to Yaezakami's statement, Linghua looked at Muramasa's reaction.

Muramasa just snorted and did not retort the woman, but turned his eyes away.

So that's the reason...

She blinked, feeling like she understood this mysterious knife maker a little better.

"Okay, shall I stop here with my story?"

Muramasa turned his gaze back to Ayaka:

"You've made a special appointment to meet again, especially in a place like this, so there must be something else going on."

"indeed so."

Seeing that the time was right, she also stated the purpose of meeting tonight:

"It's not a big deal, it's just a company promotion..."

"I just want to know what your plans are next."

Are you asking this personally, or on behalf of the agency? Please give me a clear answer...

Muramasa muttered inwardly, but without any intention of concealing it, he said directly:

"Of course, it's to complete the commissions at hand. There are so many things to do."

"Help build the Thousand-Armed, Hundred-Eyed Statue, explore the place requested by the fox, and..."

"Chopping down the castle tower, or something like that?"

PS I'm still outside today, finished editing one chapter in the car, and will update the second one later.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 62: Heart of God

After these words were spoken, the two people beside him reacted differently.

"Pfft, hahaha, my dad is eating haha~"

Tears were almost coming out of Yae Kamiko's eyes as she laughed heartily from the bottom of her heart.

"This……"

Linghua didn't know what expression to make, so she could only smile awkwardly but politely.

The Son of God, who had almost died from laughing, finally recovered a little and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes:

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?"

"If you want to overturn the Eye Hunting Order... this is the most direct way."

Clear organization and straightforward logic—irrefutable!

Muramasa spoke with confidence because he had done something similar not long ago.

However, the result was that the spirit core received twelve attacks that were enough to make an ordinary heroic spirit disappear, and then it was sent to the auction house and sold for a huge price of 110 million.

After hearing this further explanation, Linghua actually relaxed:

Wouldn't it be better to just explain it this way?

"If you just want to overturn the Eye Hunting Order, you don't need to go this far..."

"I know."

Muramasa hadn't anticipated their reaction and said the following half of his words:

"When I was alone, this would probably be my first choice, right?"

"It's just different now, and strength is also a problem."

Although he is a Servant specialized in "God Slayer", that only means that he does not need to consume additional magic power when "slashing".

"It seems like you, Mr. Muramasa, have been through a lot..."

Linghua read a different meaning from the words, but felt that now was not the time to delve into it.

"I'll tell you about it again when I have a chance."

As he said this, he looked at the table and found that there were almost no snacks left for the reception.

"..."

His eyes were fixed on the fox who still had sweetness on her lips, but her face didn't seem to have changed much.

"Ah, shall I go make some more?"

Linghua also noticed the empty plate on the table at this time and quickly stood up.

"In that case, I'll come along." Thinking of spending some time alone with the fox, Muramasa decided to go to the kitchen with Linghua. "It's a good opportunity for me to learn how to make that dessert."

"Mr. Muramasa has such an interest, so I will also be open and honest."

Linghua spoke in a somewhat official tone and went to the kitchen with Muramasa.

For a moment, the Son of God was the only one left in the room.

She did not go to the kitchen to join in the fun, and the playful expression on her face also faded a lot.

"Huh... I was finally noticed."

She originally wanted to escape under a pretext, but since Muramasa had already made room for her, she took advantage of it.

With the energy brought by the pastries, Yae Godson closed his eyes and twisted his hands together. Pink energy condensed into a ball of light in his palms, and a chess-like object emitting purple energy was suspended in the center.

The chess piece contained a certain status and authority that far surpassed that of ordinary things. It was also a kind of "magic organ", but the elemental power it contained was far greater than that of the "Eye of God".

"Press it to one spot and get out."

She gathered something in her body to her chest, then opened her red lips slightly, and a wisp of black smoke floated out of her mouth and flowed around the ball of light.

Immediately afterwards, the "magic organ" emitted a rich light, causing the black smoke to dissolve in the light.

"call……"

After melting the black smoke, Shenzi visibly breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's not easy to digest the pollution in those barriers."

"I don't know about Kitsai Palace..."

Thinking of this, she stopped talking and kept the following memories in her heart.

When she introduced it to Muramasa earlier, she hadn't told the whole story. It wasn't just Michiyo who mentioned Tsurugan - it was also Kitasaigumi.

To resist that disaster, she fought against the dark power again and again, and her condition changed slightly with each passing day.

At that time, the Son of God could not do much. He could only listen to her words that gradually lost their logic over and over again, and watch her record other words in letters.

And in the fragmented fragments, I occasionally learned the name "Heguan".

If she was the only one who revealed this name, she would have thought it was just one of the countless nonsense the other party was talking about, but later when Miyaki Chiyo said the same thing, she made the connection.

No, not contact...

It's about searching.

I learned this not from overhearing, but from looking through the countless diaries left behind by Kitsai Palace.

In the early stage, it was the understanding and worry about the changes in Inazuma under the invasion of disasters. The manic and depressed feeling in the middle became much more obvious, and in the end it became a simple emotional catharsis.

The lines are fragmented and the handwriting is so sloppy that it looks like a talisman.

She didn't know how many days and nights it took her to find such a related name.

But it was not over yet, there was still residual filth waiting for her to cleanse, which was just the aftershock of the disaster.

"We're almost there... We'll be able to go there in three months at most."

She talked to herself in the empty room. A hundred years had passed, but these short few dozen days were more difficult than she had imagined.

……

"You better have something important to tell me to come here."