Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

A man wearing a bamboo hat stood on the shore, facing this land that was extremely familiar yet unfamiliar to him.

He thought he should be even angrier, angry at the "betrayal" he had suffered, but now, he seemed to only feel empty and bored.

"Don't say that, Scaramucci."

The man with the sharp bird beak came up behind him and, with his usual expression of watching a farce, called out what the man would later be called:

"Or, would you prefer me to call you something else? 'The Stranger'? Or, 'Scrappy Soldier'?"

Hearing those names, the man seemed slightly touched, and turned around with a slightly angry expression.

"Your mouth is still as rotten as ever, Doc."

Whether it was a response or a common name, he used the other party's code name among the Fatui.

"Don't make me repeat myself again. What exactly is it that you want me to come here for?"

"It's nothing else, there's just someone who's an eyesore and I want you to help me clean it up."

As this farce reached its crucial moment, the corners of his mouth curled up even more gorgeously:

"He is the country you hate, a rising star of swordsmiths~"

"So, I thought of you immediately."

His words were more exaggerated than usual, and from the tone of his voice to his body movements, he emphasized the teasing of the other person's heartstrings.

"I'm not interested." The "skirmisher" knew the other party's character very well and knew that this was just another experiment of the other party.

"What if I tell you that, in exchange, I can fulfill your long-cherished wish?"

He stretched out his hand, and in his palm, a projection of a "magic organ" appeared. The organ was very similar to the one held by the Son of God, but also slightly different:

"Don't you hope to ascend to the throne of God and rebel against Him?"

"Now, I give you this chance."

Capturing the key, the soldier turned back abruptly. The moment his eyes met the projection, he could no longer move away from it. He could only murmur:

"Heart of God..."

A black crow stood on a branch, silently witnessing the conversation in the night.

PS We should be able to resume normal update schedule tomorrow

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 63: The Thousand-Handed, Hundred-Eyed Statue

In front of the Thousand-armed and Hundred-eyed God statue

Muramasa looked at the stones that had not yet been worked on, and discussed the various parameters of the carving with the craftsmen around him.

"I'll leave the rough outline to you. I'll be responsible for the final details."

None of the experienced craftsmen had any objection to the seemingly amateur knife maker's intention to perform this work with the highest precision.

"You're still staying in Inazuma Castle."

Kujo Sara happened to be patrolling here and saw the craftsmen and Muramasa gathered there.

The general took the initiative to talk, and several craftsmen couldn't help but look nervous.

"Oh, isn't that what you asked for?"

When she asked this, Muramasa became confused. If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the other party's request.

"..."

This incident did happen at that time, but the subsequent battles and guarantees made Kujo Sara think that it had long been invalidated.

"I forgot."

Although she had proposed this, the statistics and decision on which craftsmen to hire were ultimately made by the Society, so her ignorance did not hinder her.

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the group of craftsmen and she noticed that they were playing with a small "statue" in their hands.

"what is this?"

Observing the appearance of the statue, Kujo Sara felt somewhat familiar.

That thing seemed to be very similar to the design blueprint of the Thousand-Armed and Hundred-Eyed Statue.

When the craftsman holding the statue heard her question, he immediately held out the object in his hand respectfully:

"Ah... This swordsmith made it. He said it was a model for reference?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Kujo Sara secretly, but found that she didn't seem to be listening.

This workmanship... this precision...

As if possessed, she kept evaluating the value of this thing in her mind.

"My mouth is watering."

Muramasa over there was looking at her and suddenly said something.

But she ignored this sentence, and her eyes lingered on the small statue for a long time before she looked away.

"Well, it has some of the General's charm."

“But there are still some shortcomings in the details.”

Judging from her performance just now and now, even if the sky falls, this hard mouth will probably remain intact.

Muramasa declined to comment on this.

"But if you leave all the subsequent details to me, then I won't need to be involved in the preliminary work."

While Kujo Sara was still stubbornly insisting, Muramasa discussed some details with the craftsmen.

"Haha, you're right..."

Seeing that the swordsmith who forged the statue did not say anything, the craftsman could only reluctantly agree with the general who had some ulterior motives.

But her thoughts were obviously not on this matter, and after the craftsman agreed, there was no further talk.

Muramasa chatted with the other craftsmen for a long time, Kujo Sara also waited for a long time, and the craftsman over there also waited for Sara for a long time...

Seriously, why don't I just leave? And why don't you just keep working?

The craftsman didn't dare to say it out loud, and could only criticize the waiting transmission mechanism in his heart.

"Master Kujo, how about you take this statue first? I still have work to do, and it's a bit difficult to handle with this thing in my hands..."

After hearing these very pleasing words, Kujo Sara turned his attention back to the statue and took the small statue with both hands:

"What you said makes some sense."

"I'll keep it well."

Yes, yes, everyone can see it!

I said this in my heart, but I still had a smile on my face:

"Okay, then I'll leave first!"

With that, he ran away in two steps and got back to his work.

Seeing him run away, Kujo Sara's attention was immediately drawn back to the statue in his hand...

"Aren't you going to continue patrolling?"

After Muramasa finished discussing and decided on the scope of his duties, he realized that she was still there.

So he leaned over and took his statue from her hand.

When I took it, I found that the other party was barely holding it tightly, and his hand didn't even dare to touch the body of the statue.

"Now is the time to rest."

After seeing the "statue" disappear, she slowly raised her head and looked at Muramasa without saying anything more:

"I have a personal commission for you."

"What? You want me to carve one just like it for you?"

Seeing how much she cared about this thing, Muramasa could probably guess something.

After nodding in agreement, she added:

“This is one of those things.”

"I have other statues in my room. Could you please come and maintain them regularly?"

"The compensation can be discussed in detail when I have time."

Unexpectedly, this majestic general had such a hobby. Muramasa thought for a moment:

"It could be, but not right now."

"Although I'm the type who accepts everyone, I have too much work on my hands right now."

Hearing him say this, Kujo Sara expressed his understanding, after all, the other party was a top craftsman.

“I’ve found you!!!”

A loud voice came from far away, dragging dust along with it, and rushed straight towards Kujo Sara.

The man who came was much taller than an average person, but he exuded an indelible childishness.

With a voice that could almost be heard by the entire Inazuma Castle and extremely exaggerated movements, he stood not far away and shouted at her:

"You Tengu, come and fight!"

In response, Kujo, known as "Tengu," held his forehead with a heavy hand, thinking:

Again.

"What's happening here?"

Looking at the exaggerated movements, Muramasa pointed at the guy and asked.

"Arataki Ichito is a gangster from Hanamizaka."

Kujo replied, his troubled expression evident.

"After his Eye of God was confiscated, he often issued a challenge on the message board, trying to get his Eye of God back."

"I commend this red devil's courage, but the way he duels..."

She took a deep breath, her face showing an expression of annoyance and disgust:

"It was wrestling, so I turned it down."

"But it seems that his persistence is unusual."

Even though I felt admiration at the beginning, now all I feel is annoyance.

Not to mention that her injuries had not yet healed, this method itself was not elegant, and it involved physical intimacy.

It is hard to figure out whether this person is stupid or just has ulterior motives.

"Um……"

Muramasa's gaze fell on Kujo's shoulder, where the wound was left by his knife a few days ago.

"In that case, how about I accept the challenge on your behalf?"

"Ok?"

She looked at Muramasa, not expecting him to take the initiative to intervene in this matter.

"Of course, just don't hold me captive."

"It's natural."

Being harassed like this every day is not a solution. It would be a good thing if this problem could be resolved.

"That."

After receiving the message from the other party, Muramasa stretched his muscles and walked towards Arataki Ichito.

Kujo Sara knew the other party's abilities, so he simply closed his eyes and avoided watching the tragic scene.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 64: The Aftermath