Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"In order to beg for a little bit of self-worth, you fabricated a goal to distract yourself." Through his superficial disguise, Muramasa pointed out the essence beneath the layers of packaging.

"Shut up!"

Lan could no longer bear this sharp judgment. His eyes turned red, and his last bit of reserve was stripped away.

"What qualifications do you, a guy born superior to others, have to deny me?"

"Not everyone has the same talent as you!"

Muramasa did not respond to him, and ignored the unreasonable nagging of this man who wanted to rise to the top overnight. Before leaving, he only left a sentence:

“Without it, it’s nothing.”

"If that's the case, then what are the ten years you lived before this?"

……

Inside the Nine-Stripe Formation House.

The sea breeze is salty, damp and cold, bringing the sound of tides hitting the shore.

The sea separating Haiji Island and Yagyu Island was surging with dark waves under the night sky.

The shogun, Kujo Masahito, did not sit in the house, but chose to lean on the railing at the end of the corridor facing the sea and look into the distance.

His massive frame, like the foundation of a battle formation, lay motionless in the sea breeze. The night wind lifted a few strands of hair from his forehead, revealing a gloomy expression that didn't quite fit the general's identity.

"Are you also thinking about future tactics?"

A clear and resolute voice echoed from the side. Tengu General Kujo Sara approached silently and also stood at the edge of the corridor.

She stood tall and straight like a pine tree, her sharp eyes first sweeping over the back of the silent "big brother", and then also casting towards the churning sea.

"No."

Kujo Masahito slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to the Kujo family's sharpest and most loyal "sister".

He saw the same absolute faith in the general's will in Sara's eyes as always, and slowly said an answer that she had not expected, and perhaps had never even thought of:

"I'm thinking about the significance of this war."

Kujo Sara's heroic brows furrowed in a furrow, as if she had heard an inappropriate noise. She tilted her head slightly, her tone retorting instinctively, "As a general in charge of the Heavenly Realm, what's the point of asking about war in the middle of a battle?"

"Ah."

Kujo Masahito seemed to have completely failed to hear the implicit doubt in her words, or perhaps he had already expected it.

Then, he once again cast his gaze towards the sea that symbolized endless conflict, and spoke in a low but clear voice, "Why are you carrying out the general's orders?"

"The general's order is meaning itself."

Kujo Sara answered without hesitation. To her, General Raiden's will was the highest standard, an absolute truth that required no reflection, only implementation.

"Unlike you, I'm doing this for Inazuma's future."

Kujo Masahiro's voice remained steady, but the weight of his words was even more complex. He paused for a moment, as if to confirm his inner thoughts, and finally added in a low voice, almost drowned out by the wind:

"And different from my father."

PS Actually, I originally wanted to write Teppei, but it seemed a bit different from the original setting, so I changed it to an original character.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 86: Starting and Writing

"Please be careful with your words."

Kujo Sara's eyebrows arched, expressing disapproval at Masahito's words, which distanced him from Tenryo Hokage and, even more so, from General Raiden. The air thickened as the two exchanged words, and silence began to spread between them.

After a long while, Kujo Sara turned around and took the lead in breaking the almost suffocating atmosphere:

"No matter what, we are on the front lines today."

"As long as you don't waver in morale and desert the battlefield, I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

After saying this, the Tengu general left without looking back and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

……

"came back?"

Muramasa pushed open the door of Kaikai's dormitory and was greeted by the girl's gentle greeting.

Xinhai's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then he tilted his head slightly, a gentle and peaceful smile curling up at the corner of his lips, with a subtle hint of temptation:

"Or...should I say 'welcome back'?"

"What is that, a game of playing house?" Muramasa had no smile on his face, his brows were furrowed, and his heavy thoughts made him unable to accept the girl's deliberate relaxation.

"Ok?"

Sensitively sensing Muramasa's completely different solemn aura from when he left, Xinhai's smile quickly faded, returning to his usual composure.

"Look at your expression...what happened?"

"Yeah." Muramasa responded in a deep voice, reached into his arms, carefully took out the strange pendant he had confiscated from Lan, and gently placed it on the table in front of Xinhai.

"Do you recognize this?"

Xinhai's attention was instantly attracted.

She stretched out her slender fingers, carefully picked up the pendant, and looked at it closely.

At first there was curiosity and exploration, then doubts arose between the brows, and finally, a deep solemnity settled in those watery eyes.

"This thing... looks like the Eye of God, but..."

"Yes," Muramasa said in a deep voice, directly revealing the truth, "Its fuel... is human life."

"...From the soldiers?"

Considering the expression on Muramasa's face, Xinhai instantly guessed its origin. She wasn't unaware of the soldiers' occasional displays of exceptional bravery, but she had always attributed that to high morale and a desire to protect their homeland.

"Yes." Muramasa nodded in agreement. "They already had them before the war started. I'm afraid there are more than just one or two."

"……No wonder."

Xin Hai seemed to realize it belatedly, and his tone was full of complexity:

"No wonder those interceptions and counterattacks, which should have come at a huge cost, were always miraculously accomplished... No wonder the many backup plans I had laid out, those contingency plans for tragic casualties, were never used once..."

Since the war began, facing the multiple fierce attacks organized by the Tenryo Bugyo faction with superior forces, Kaigi Island seemed to be on the verge of collapse but it has always tenaciously held its defense line.

"..."

Xin Hai was silent for a moment, then subconsciously said:

"I have to go and collect these things."

As soon as she finished speaking, she met Muramasa's eyes - his eyes were calm, reflecting the haste and innocence behind her words, and he did not comment on her or the rash order itself.

"Should I do this?"

Her half-straightened body suddenly lost its strength and she fell back onto the cold chair. Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, gripping the evil pendant tightly in her palm, causing it to hurt.

"If we confiscate this 'Eye of God' right now..."

Xin Hai's voice deepened, almost as if he was talking to himself, more like he was sorting out the cold and cruel calculations that were instantly surging in his mind:

"The balance achieved with this power and the principles of Tianling will be shattered in an instant."

"The soldiers on the front lines will suddenly lose their strength and morale will inevitably collapse. A single assault by the Tenryo Bugyo will rip through our shaky defenses... Umijima will have no chance of recovery."

She spread out her palm, and the evil object that sucked life lay quietly in her palm, emitting an ominous light.

Outside the window, one can faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the distant camp. Those are the soldiers resting, and many of them have such a "hope" on their chests.

Those eyes that always held deep wisdom were now rarely covered with a layer of confusion as if seeking guidance.

"Mr. Muramasa, what should I do..."

Hearing her suddenly throw the question to him, Muramasa laughed:

"You are the military advisor, right? Why are you asking me this?"

But looking at the rare confusion on the girl's face, which was different from her previous look of being in control of everything, she now finally looked like a girl.

He vaguely remembered how she subconsciously avoided the crowd of fools with corpses all over the ground when she followed him to fight against the stragglers, and vaguely understood her well-concealed cowardice.

"There's nothing I can do... Although I really don't know what to do, let me tell you a story." After sighing in silence, Muramasa slowly spoke: "In the era when I lived... I can be considered to have lived, right?"

There was no feeling of the passage of time in his eyes, but rather it was as if he was watching a first-person perspective movie.

"In that era, war was a very common thing."

"Many people had no food to eat because of the war. All they had to eat was grass, tree bark, and even soil. But no one would tell them that eating these would cause malnutrition and that they couldn't eat them..."

Muramasa's gaze refocused on Xin Hai's face, with an almost cruel clarity:

"If you eat it, tomorrow might be worse? You must be kidding. If you don't eat it, you won't even see tomorrow."

"Although there's still the option of surrendering with you... but having come this far, I can't stop even if I wanted to, right?"

If they surrendered now, it would be tantamount to handing the future of Haiji Island over to the disposal of Tianling Fengxing. Moreover, the blood feud between the two sides had already run deep, so how could it be stopped by Xinhai alone?

"Um……"

Xin Hai murmured somewhat weakly, his voice as light as a sigh:

"Even if I opposed this war from the beginning, a new 'pro-war miko' would surely be elected from within Umijima to take this position."

She paused, her fingertips unconsciously sliding across the cold pendant, leaving an imperceptible mark.

"And the armistice... the same principle applies."

Eliminating all the roads one by one, it seems that there is only one road left to choose from.

"I see."

Xinhai's tone became clear and calm, forcing herself to calm down. "They must consume this 'poison' now. Only by surviving can we talk about the future."

"But how to use it... still needs careful consideration. At least... we need to give them a little more time and... the right to choose."

Xinhai stood up and walked to the window.

In the distance, campfires flickered, and the faint sound of soldiers chatting tiredly but still lively could be heard. Suddenly, you seemed to realize something, something you had never understood before:

"Unlike Kujo Sara, who led the charge, you rarely go to the front lines."

"why?"

"Because the feeling of starting and writing is different."

"So you just sit back."

"But now, the feel has changed, they've become consistent."

It's really unbearable to watch...

Looking at the girl looking out the window, Muramasa seemed to be able to see the scenery she saw. It's not that he has no solution, but behind that solution, there may be a greater crisis.

Anyway, give it a try.

Muramasa said to the girl at the window:

"I have a proposal."

"It's very adventurous. Want to hear it?"

The Swordsmith of Another World: Ask everyone who follows

Simply put, I would like to ask, at the current speed, do you think it is acceptable for you to have several chapters of content as one chapter?

Several readers have already told me that the progress is too slow, so I need to collect suggestions and make some adjustments. The main reason is that the author used to write for some...slow-paced websites and is not very familiar with the rhythm of online writing.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 87: One Instrument 54 Liu Yin San 2 Jiu Er` People Stop the War (4k)

For the past few days, Lan was worried, worried that Xinhai would suddenly issue an order to confiscate this "special divine eye".

If not, he could at least borrow his friend's occasionally...

"If that's the case, then what are the ten years you lived before this?"