Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The other people in the big tent walked out of the tent as if they had agreed to do so, and from time to time, the sound of "hehehe" laughter could be heard.

"Ah..."

A trembling and deflated voice suddenly came out from Xinhai's mouth, making Muramasa doubt his own ears.

Then Xinhai put his head on the table like a salted fish, with his hands stretched out like salt-baked chicken feet, making Muramasa doubt his eyes again.

But he could also understand the reason.

"I didn't expect you to say that directly just now."

Muramasa said this in an inexplicably rude manner, which made Xinhai's face blush again.

She slapped the table, then sat up again and said calmly:

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

"The situation just now cannot be explained without saying this!"

"And bringing someone of the opposite sex who isn't your lover to your room to spend the night..."

This has a much greater impact than something like her having a boyfriend!

So instead of making things worse, it would be better to admit it directly. After all, Muramasa will not stay on Umijima for long.

"And on the bright side, they won't be too resistant to cooperating with the Society Commissioner in the future."

Xinhai tried to look at the matter from a better perspective.

"Um……"

After the change, she couldn't help but make a joke:

"And if word of this gets out there, it'll probably be a blow to the morale of the Tianling officials, right?"

The sudden teasing made Muramasa silent for a moment, and a somewhat embarrassed expression appeared on his face:

"Then please let me go."

For some reason, the first figures that came to his mind were those of several people other than Tianling Bugyo.

"Enough joking," Xin Hai said after teasing Muramasa, and his mood calmed down a little. "It seems that this matter is too shocking. Even my direct shrine maiden couldn't help but spread it around..."

She briefly reviewed the omissions in this matter and could only say that it was because her usually gentle image did not have enough majesty.

"Yeah, just now, it was Goro's momentum that was needed to stop those people."

Muramasa was also thinking about what had just happened.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Compared to Goro, I usually stay in the rear more often, so my prestige in the army is naturally low."

Xin Hai sighed, "Besides, I didn't establish myself as a man of dignity in the beginning, so this is inevitable."

"But what I should be more worried about now is... probably your future situation."

"Old man?" Muramasa asked doubtfully, remembering the young man's hostile look from before: "Oh, that..."

"Ah."

Xin Hai nodded gently, "In the past two years alone, I have received so many gifts that I can't even count them..."

She recalled how she counted the gifts brought by the witches every day in the Coral Palace. If left alone, they would have filled up the Coral Palace.

"Even if we exclude the gifts from our elders, the number of gifts from our peers expressing their admiration is still quite terrifying."

"Besides, Kaigi Island is not like Narukami Island. The older generation here will even fight for the hearts of the opposite sex, not caring about the other person's own wishes."

Muramasa thought about it for a moment and it seemed understandable.

Someone once asked him to forge a sharp sword, just to win the warrior duel where "the winner would marry the person of the opposite sex."

In the end, neither of the two people of the opposite sex chose each other. It was just that the warriors thought that if they killed anyone who came close to the person of the opposite sex, they would win his heart.

"Although I trust your abilities, constant challenges must be boring for you, right?"

"So, you can... act a little intimidatingly? But please don't go too far."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 83 You all, come together

"oh--!"

On the training ground, the soldiers of Haigi Island gathered around the shooting range, and bursts of cheers followed the rhythm of the archery of several people on the field.

Standing in the center was none other than Sengo Muramasa, the "suspected boyfriend of the miko who had recently arrived at Umigi Island."

He held his breath and concentrated, drew the bow and arrow in the posture of Kyudo, and released!

whoosh-

Another arrow landed steadily in the center of the target.

"Tsk, I lost!"

A soldier nearby looked at his arrow that fell in the outer ring, slammed his bow to the ground in frustration, and retreated back to the crowd in disappointment.

Even though that guy asked me to intimidate him, I don't know how to do that...

Muramasa frowned secretly.

The witch allowed him to "intimidate" her, but he was really not good at this kind of thing.

He was originally still hoping that "maybe he wouldn't get that much attention", but as soon as he left the tent in the afternoon, he was surrounded by this group of overly enthusiastic soldiers and was taken here to practice without any explanation.

"After all, you're the one chosen by our Lord, the "Current Goddess." You have to let everyone see if you're worthy of him!"

The reasons given by the older middle-aged man were very reasonable, but the real reason was revealed on the face of the young man who looked similar to him.

This kind of atmosphere makes Muramasa almost foresee a round-the-clock battle like "after the young ones are beaten, the old ones come."

Fortunately, the other party was straightforward and allowed him to choose his own item. So after a round of screening, CunQ*UN衣零覇丝齐飼6正 finally picked a bow that he liked best to decide the winner.

"This is the nth time I've hit the bull's eye..."

The people nearby were talking in low voices.

"You'll hit the bull's eye as many times as you shoot."

"The wind direction has changed several times, right? He's completely unaffected."

Starting from the father and son who had spoken to each other at noon, to the first soldier who came up to challenge them, it had unknowingly evolved into countless mechanical archery exercises.

In addition, the rumor about "Xin Hai's boyfriend" spread like wildfire in the camp, and more and more people gathered at the shooting range.

Anyone who had a little confidence in their archery skills took turns to challenge, but without exception, they were all struck out cleanly.

"Sure enough, the man chosen by Master Xinhai is truly extraordinary, isn't he?"

I don’t know which witch said this, but it was like throwing a huge rock into the lake, causing a thousand ripples.

"Yes, yes! I don't know if Master Xinhai would allow it..."

"Don't even think about it. No one will agree even if you want to."

Why would I say something like, "Lin Yao, the dead witch, Jiusi, the wine scar"? Such unnecessary words...

Muramasa secretly complained that this was not something he was good at, and having these people as opponents did not even arouse his competitive spirit.

But even if he didn't have this intention, he couldn't avoid the one-sided hostility of the guys around him.

That lady witch really gave me a difficult problem.

As he was thinking about it, he relaxed as if by muscle memory and released the last arrow in his hand.

whoosh-

The last arrow flew off the bowstring, making an almost inaudible sound of breaking through the wind, and accurately hit the red dot in the center of the bull's eye that was already full of arrows, making a dull "whoosh" sound.

After a brief silence, the priestess and soldiers burst into even more enthusiastic exclamations and discussions.

Muramasa took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. Most of those who still had hostile eyes were the best in the army.

And unlike her peers as Xinhai imagined, her suitors at the time even included some middle-aged men who were already married, although this was also an inevitable product of a system that allowed multiple marriages.

All kinds of thoughts emerged from those faces, so explicit that Muramasa could understand the meaning behind those expressions without even reading.

Why is it him and not me?

Where did this person come from? He was able to fascinate Xin Hai!

I must tear off your mask and let my heart see who is the strongest.

"Your archery skills are impeccable... but for our soldiers on Haiji Island, just knowing how to shoot isn't enough!"

A burly soldier with a shallow scar on his face stepped out from the crowd. His voice was loud and clear, full of provocation, "Lord Xinhai commands the entire island and makes all the strategic plans. Her... um... important people must have some real skills, right?"

He deliberately omitted the word "boyfriend", and the meaning was obvious. As soon as he said this, he also ignited the militant group in the crowd who had been unable to contain themselves.

"Exactly! Archery is accurate, but swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and close combat is the real skill!"

"Yes! Show us! Let's see what your strength is!"

"Are you just some show-off who can only play with the bowstring?"

"Go ahead, Oshima! Test his strength!"

The burly sergeant known as "Oshima" grinned and moved his wrists and ankles, making light clicking sounds.

He stared at Muramasa with hawk-like eyes:

"How is it, Mr. Sengo Muramasa? Don't you dare answer it?"

"Aha……"

Muramasa slowly put down the bow in his hand, thinking that the problem could not be solved by relying on some fancy tricks, and then turned his attention to the man.

"I..."

He was about to say something when he was immediately drowned out by even louder shouts.

"Engage! Engage! Engage!"

The soldiers around them patted their breastplates, stamped their feet, and shouted in unison. The atmosphere instantly changed from the bustle of a shooting range to the excitement of a martial arts training ground.

A few young and energetic guys even jumped directly into the field, surrounded Oshima and were ready to fight, and they almost said that they wanted us to join them.

He looked into the distance, where was Wu Lang who was deliberately transferred away, and Xin Hai who was standing at a higher place.

After a brief stare, he raised his free hand and clenched it, signaling the somewhat out-of-control group to quiet down a bit:

"I never intended to refuse."

He silently handed the bow to a witch who was watching the fun nearby. The witch took it subconsciously, her face flushed with excitement.

"only,"

Muramasa looked around, and the people who were approaching suddenly retreated a few steps, naturally creating a larger open space.

"Too many people."

His eyes deliberately swept over the few people behind "Oshima", and then cast towards those in the venue who were still hostile to him but did not dare to approach him.

As he glanced around, he caught a glimpse of the man who had carried the pendant in the morning. His gaze lingered for a moment before he completed the count of the rest with his eyes.

Since the purpose is to deter but we can't really hurt anyone, this is the only option.

“Coming one by one is too slow.”

Muramasa's voice was not loud, but strangely it overwhelmed the noise and reached everyone's ears clearly:

"You guys, come together."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 84 The Only Chance in This Lifetime

These words were like cold water dropped into a pot of boiling oil.

"Wha...what?!"

"Insanity!"

"Together? Who does he think he is?!"

"It's so disrespectful!"

Oshima and the soldiers behind him flushed crimson, their faces flaring with rage. They exchanged glances, growled, and almost simultaneously charged towards Muramasa from different directions!