Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Sound? In this space..."

The outer shell of the holy sword, which had not yet taken shape, froze and cooled, then fell straight to the ground as if it was sleeping. The feeling of regret lasted only a moment, and his fighting instinct made him alert.

After searching around, Muramasa finally found the fluctuations in the space not far away.

First, there was a pair of slender lotus-root feet without shoes, and long silver-white hair dancing in the wind.

Then came the skirt, face, and body. Ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and the girl in a sleeveless floral dress finally appeared completely from the void.

"Hmm... or maybe it's better to use the name you call yourself, old man?"

Eyes as bright as rubies stared at Muramasa who was stunned on the spot, and the inorganic smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be between living and non-living things.

"It seems you know a lot about me."

The moment he looked at that face, his body trembled uncontrollably.

The words she had addressed him before flashed through his mind, and he cast a look that seemed to penetrate the person in front of him.

"Don't be so serious."

The replying voice remained light and airy, concealing the emotionless truth under the soft voice unique to a girl.

Then her eyes fell on Muramasa's face and body, and the corners of her mouth curled up a few degrees higher, and there was a little more anger:

"Isn't it a little different?"

"But the inside hasn't changed, in all sorts of places."

The other party's self-centered words did not make Muramasa angry. His eyes of karma, which could see through cause and effect, caught some fragments of past karma when he looked at him.

"You are the one who summoned me here."

Without asking who the other person was, Muramasa simply and directly asked the most important question.

"You scared me! You didn't even ask who I was?"

The girl in front of him showed an expression of surprise, but the expression on her face seemed a little deliberate, as if she was a puppet that had not been carefully adjusted in time.

"If you wanted me to know, you would have told me long ago, right? Besides, it doesn't matter who it is. All I need to know is who the client is."

As usual, the girl regained her previous expression.

"That's true."

"Then, just treat me as an ordinary magical girl~"

Muramasa frowned slightly. His body came from a magician and he was also given knowledge in this area.

If the person in front of her is a magician, then she should know the importance of "magic", right?

Or, even though she knew the significance of this matter, she still chose to describe herself in this way?

While he was thinking, he saw the girl raise her index finger again.

"But my guess just now was a little wrong, huh? It wasn't a summoning, it was a sending."

"As you suspected, when you sacrificed yourself to the holy sword, I preserved your remaining soul core and reshaped it before sending it here."

A small black box appeared at her fingertips, and she shifted her gaze from Muramasa to the cube in her hand.

"Although it's not my style, why do I have to do such a troublesome thing?"

A servant who was about to disappear was forcibly kept alive, and with much effort, sent to another world.

Too much of a hassle.

"If you're thirsty, why not just drink water? Why bother buying ice and melting it?"

"Ok?"

For the first time, the girl's smile turned into a thoughtful thought. Thousands of reasons seemed to linger on her lips. After carefully screening them, she finally answered:

"There are many reasons, but the main one is..."

"Because you really care, there's nothing you can do about it, right?"

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 7: A Visit

Because I care so much, I can't help it...

That was a thought that popped up in my head at a certain moment not long ago, and now it actually jumped out of the mouth of the girl in front of me.

"I see……"

As if compromising with his spoiled and willful sister, he sighed helplessly:

"So, what is my job?"

"You can't answer this question for now?"

It's not a surprising answer. These big customers often have more or less unspeakable secrets, and it's normal for them to remain silent.

But this time the girl has a sequel:

"Now, please live well, okay?"

Upon hearing this strange request, Muramasa's face once again showed an awkward look:

"Although I've met many employers, this is the first time I've received such a request."

Seeing his expression, the girl also tilted her head and smiled slightly:

"Is there no other way? If I hadn't asked you to do that, you would have continued to forge 'that'."

"Didn't you use your life for something else last time without anyone's consent?"

Unable to refute, Muramasa's old face flushed, saying it all.

"and,"

Her gaze fell upon the unfinished holy sword. The magic power on the frosted solid surface had dissipated, leaving only the forger's natural stubbornness.

"You can't accomplish 'that' right now."

"Because of a momentary impulse, you poured your life's sword into it. How thick-skinned are you?"

I could hear a hint of complaint in her tone, and it was really hard to offend her, so I could only mutter and compromise:

"I got it……"

"But from what you said, there should be some way to remedy the situation, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Muramasa felt like he was being scolded with a look.

The other person's eyes seemed to be saying something like "How dare you say that, Gan, your third uncle."

After glaring, the girl said:

"As for the Holy Sword, I have it, but your Noble Phantasm cannot be used for the time being."

"Besides, the existence of that holy sword here, I don't know what kind of impact it will have on you..."

Hearing the concern in the other party's tone, Muramasa said with relief:

"It doesn't really matter. Anyway, I can't afford to squander the magic power here."

"As an employer, it's okay for you to be a bit more hard-hearted, right? As the saying goes, a sword doesn't last overnight; if it breaks, just forge another one."

The girl's expression was a little subtle, and she was obviously dissatisfied with the other party comparing her to a disposable knife.

"It's really your style..."

"Let's stop here for now. Bye, old man."

The magical girl shook her long silver hair and walked back as she came.

As he stepped into the void, he turned back in a trance, pointed his finger to the sky as if giving a hint, and then was submerged in the ripples of space.

"Up there? Up there is..."

Muramasa raised his head and saw layers of fog in the mental space.

The Eye of Karma was activated as his mind changed, gazing at a place even farther than the infinite height.

Countless dim stars are distributed among them, outlining the seat of destiny that indicates something.

It's not an unusual scenery.

"...Is this my 'Inherent Barrier'?"

Muramasa stared hesitantly for a long time, and the stars in the sky just looked back at him and answered silently.

The two sides stared at each other until the frost brought by the girl faded away and the space melted like thin ice in midsummer.

The room was eerily quiet. The changes brought on by the magic had faded, and the ether floating around had returned to a faint blue fluorescence.

"Ok?"

Muramasa then discovered that the pendant on the ground had cracked at some point, and its magic power had returned to its original level.

It's a bit of a stretch to use this thing as a medium, but it's a good use of it.

knock knock knock...

There was a knock on the door at the entrance, short and light, as if the knocker was afraid of disturbing anyone.

"coming."

When I opened the door, I saw a familiar figure.

Hailing, who was thinking with her head down, was obviously startled, as if the door opening was something unexpected.

"Hailing? What's wrong? You look scared."

"It's okay, I was just worried if you had rested."

She pointed to the dim house and said, "Because the oil lamps and other things are not lit..."

"That was just blown out by the wind, that's all. Don't worry about it."

Didn't lie, but didn't tell the whole story either.

If I explain it directly, the other party may not understand it, and it may even cause unnecessary trouble.

"So, what's the matter?"

Before the other person can think further, change the subject.

"Yeah! It's something the villagers wanted to give you."

She lifted the basket in her hand, which was filled with all kinds of seafood, both scaled and shelled.

"Oh~~Thanks, that's really nice."

Muramasa took the basket handed to him and sighed unconsciously.

"Oh, and one more thing. Someone from the Tenryo Bugyo might come tomorrow."

Tianling Fengxing seems to be a law enforcement agency.

Yes, even the civil servants stationed here died in the line of duty, so the people over there must be unable to sit still.

"Uncle Wukou said that if you don't want to negotiate with them, he can help you come up with an excuse to get away with it."

"Old man?"

Muramasa was slightly stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that there was nothing strange about it.

No matter how you explain it, I can't get it out of the transcript.

But even if he can fool people now, he can't escape this level of combat power in the end.

"No need, I will go."

Hailing nodded and turned to leave: "That's it, see you tomorrow!"

"Don't be so anxious. It's a rare occasion for you to come here, so why not have a quick meal before you leave?"

I walked up to her and patted her shoulder: "You must be hungry after being busy for so long."

"No, how can I be so embarrassed..."

The surprise on Hailing's face disappeared in an instant, and she restrained herself from saying no.

"You're going to go back now, you must want to just have a quick dinner and go to rest, right?"