Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"If possible, I also want to be this hero."

The battle horn is just a pause, not completely over.

Worry, distrust, and clear rewards and punishments are one thing, but completely winning over people's hearts cannot be accomplished overnight.

Muramasa looked at the slender figure in front of him, leaning forward slightly, almost bowing, and understood:

After all, she was not a god who could intimidate everyone with her divine power. She was just a girl who was pushed to a high position and had to bear all the burdens.

He silently took a half step forward, and a steady and powerful hand gently pressed on her waist as she was about to bend:

"Stand up straight. Everyone is watching. It's not good to be shy."

Xinhai tilted his head slightly and felt the unquestionable supporting force behind his waist. The warmth from his palm penetrated into his skin through the thin fabric, fitting every rise and fall of that slender waist.

The corners of her stiffly raised mouth seemed to soften a little, and her gaze turned to the crowd below again.

"Haigi Island will never forget everyone's efforts. I see everyone's willingness to sacrifice to protect Haigi Island."

"So, please everyone!"

After he finished speaking, the people below still showed no intention of moving, except for one young man who walked towards the back and returned after a short while.

"It seems it's not as simple as I thought."

Muramasa had a smile on his face and his eyes fell on Xinhai, whose shoulders were no longer so tense.

"That's enough."

Xinhai responded softly, and a look of relief indeed appeared on her face, as if the difficult announcement that had just brought everyone together had exhausted her strength.

Almost subconsciously, she once again stretched out her cold but unquestionable little hand and accurately held Muramasa's broad palm.

The moment their skin touched, Muramasa stiffened slightly, but did not struggle.

She held his hand and walked down the platform step by step.

As the steps changed, his fingers initially only loosely circled Muramasa's palm, as if just for leverage.

However, in just a few steps down, the small hand began to rub and probe restlessly in his palm with a cautious stubbornness.

The fingertips first gently stroked the lines on his palm, and then, with a bit of childish persistence, gradually adjusted the position - the thumb clasped his tiger's mouth, and the other four fingers stubbornly and little by little squeezed in between his fingers until the gesture of interlocking fingers was completed.

"Just hold it, but what's the point of holding it like this?"

Muramasa felt the unignorable, somewhat clumsy but unusually firm grip on his palm, and couldn't help but grumble in a low voice.

He tried to maintain his usual calm tone, but a subtle awkwardness slipped through his final syllable. His expression was tense, but only the bases of his ears, which should have been inconspicuous in the night, were quietly covered in a faint, visible blush.

This knife maker, who has always been taciturn, reliable and tough, now revealed such an unexpected, almost innocent contrasting side. Even Xinhai couldn't help but look sideways, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Ha ha……"

A very soft, slightly sly laugh escaped Xin Hai's lips. She tilted her head slightly, meeting Muramasa's slightly embarrassed yet forced gaze, and jokingly whispered her secret:

"Just a little replenishment of 'energy'."

After he stepped down from the stage, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the originally silent venue. A young man with burns and scars all over his body threw a few pendants into the box.

"It's that guy..."

Muramasa's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man. This was the young man who had relied on the Evil Eye to challenge him on the way, and who had used the floating spirit barrel to ram the warship in the subsequent battle.

"All of the evil eyes of the Herring Squadron 1 are here."

Lan described his actions in a calm tone.

"Without this, we really can't win." He looked down at his burn-marked palms, as if to confirm something, "But, without this, we're not nothing."

These words didn't seem to be spoken to himself, but to the crowd behind him.

"Lord Xinhai," Lan turned his gaze, speaking of Xinhai but staring at Muramasa: "What I want to tell you is that these past ten years have not been lived in vain."

Still remember that incident...

Muramasa didn't say much. Even though the other party was facing him, the subject here was still the heart sea.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Xinhai smiled, and the latter's gaze only paused for a moment between the two of them, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"It seems that there is still some real evidence tonight..."

Muramasa's words echoed in Xinhai's ears. In her peripheral vision, she could see the few soldiers who were still willing to trust her or were infected by her.

"Hmm." Xin Hai murmured, "I feel like some of my energy has returned."

Just as she was about to take Muramasa back to the house, she heard a few muffled, yet well-intentioned laughs from behind her:

"Hey, Master Xinhai, hold that hand... tightly!"

"That's right, at this critical moment, we can't stop replenishing our 'energy'!"

Although this teasing was not malicious, it was like a stone thrown into calm water, instantly creating ripples among the crowd who were slightly relaxed after being tense.

The quiet but crisp laughter came one after another, diluting the solemn atmosphere a little.

Xin Hai felt a surge of heat rushing up her cheeks, her head practically steaming. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but she noticed Muramasa's broad palm had clenched slightly. When she turned back, she saw a mischievous look on his face.

"you……!"

Xinhai turned her head and glared at Muramasa. There was shame and anger in her eyes, as well as a hint of embarrassment of having her thoughts seen through, which she herself had not even noticed.

In the end, she couldn't pull her hand away, but she suddenly lowered her head, almost burying her hot cheeks in her collar, and almost dragged Muramasa away from this well-intentioned "laughing scene".

"These guys..."

Muramasa muttered something in an inaudible voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was blame or helplessness in his tone, but he no longer used any strength with his hand.

PS I will never code in the middle of the night again.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 92: The Great and the Little Witch

With a bang, Xinhai's door was slammed shut, blocking the laughing soldiers behind the door.

"I've shown you my embarrassing side..."

She was so flustered that even her honorifics fell through the door.

"It's nothing to me, but rather very interesting."

Muramasa shifted his gaze to the window and murmured something jokingly.

"!"

The girl's expression was hidden in her back, and only the slight trembling of her body revealed a hint of her true meaning, which made Muramasa feel a little regretful.

"And, hands."

His fingers had already loosened silently on the road, but the sea of ​​​​heart still lingered between his fingers.

"Ah~."

As if she had just realized this fact, she turned around and released her "going with the flow" grip. She lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone, with the look of a young girl in love...

If only he had hidden that sly smile a little better.

"It's too deliberate."

Muramasa suddenly commented on the fleeting smile on the other person's face when he turned around.

"Haha~"

She was not surprised by the other party's eyesight, but smiled and said:

"It's just a small way of paying you back for the prank you just played."

It's too far-fetched to call it a return...

While complaining in his heart, his mouth was still very stubborn:

"No, I don't mind that."

Muramasa subconsciously rubbed his palms, as if there was still some warmth left by the other person.

Xinhai also regained his usual calm demeanor, walked leisurely to the table, took out a booklet from a small drawer and glanced through it.

"What a pity! I thought I could see your cute face again..." She propped up her elbows and supported her cheek, her tone full of genuine regret, but her eyes were filled with a knowing smile as she cast her gaze at Muramasa, who was still standing at the door, his figure looking a little stiff.

"Cute or something? That's too weird," Muramasa retorted immediately, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Besides, that expression on your face... Tsk, could it be that you drank too much tea and the flavor is coming out?"

"Is it Yin Mio? "Eight Things V?I?卄I四五六箘? Hmm..."

She deliberately dragged out the last word, her eyes darting across Muramasa's face, which was filled with disdain, before she raised the booklet in her hand.

"That's a shame. That's the secret weapon that topped the list of "The Most Instantly Heart-Stirring Expressions" in the latest issue of Yaedo's "Love Winning Guide."

As she said this, sleepiness seemed to creep over her cheeks, but she forced herself not to sit down on the bed.

“…I really don’t understand you young people.”

He spoke the same mature words as usual, but his innocent look made them seem unconvincing. Muramasa himself understood this and changed the subject:

"So, you're not going to sleep yet?"

"It looks like you've been busy all day."

"I don't know either," Xinhai looked at the warm and comfortable bed, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. "But, maybe it's because... I'm too sleepy? I feel like I can't fall asleep."

"At least get to the bed first..." Muramasa started to persuade him, but suddenly stopped talking.

His fighting instincts were triggered, and he sensed a familiar yet incredibly swift aura approaching rapidly from a distance. Almost instinctively, his previously relaxed hands instantly tightened around the scabbard at his waist.

"——Something is coming!"

Before he finished speaking, the breath arrived! Muramasa's eyes flashed, and although he had recognized the identity of the person in that split second, he still slashed with his blade.

The blade flashed like a streak of silk, deliberately slowing down, but still slashing straight towards the figure that was about to appear!

"Oops~"

A teasing cry was heard, and the breath easily avoided Muramasa's blade.

A pink figure emerged from the sharp blade like smoke and mist, her left hand resting on the base of her chest while her right hand's slender fingers casually touched the blade's blade.

"Even though you recognized me, you still cut me down without mercy." Yae Shenzi's lips curled up into his signature charming smile, a glint of reproach flickering in his eyes. "You really are... evil-minded, old man."

"He just came here without saying hello. It's only natural that he gets pelted with beans, right?"

Muramasa had a matter-of-fact expression on his face, but he didn't really mean to chase the man away. After the other party dodged, he naturally put the knife back to his waist.

Xinhai's gaze paused on Shen Zi for a moment, and then he naturally closed the open "Guide to Winning in Love" in his hand, and smoothly put it back into the small drawer he had just opened, and gently pushed it closed.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, with a deliberate nonchalant feeling of "just tidying up things".

The drowsiness and subtle blush on her face quickly faded, replaced by her usual, gentle, distant smile.

Then he calmly walked to a position slightly to the side between Shen Zi and Muramasa, cleverly separating the two from their overly direct confrontation.

"Master Yae," Xin Hai's voice returned to its usual clear and steady tone, with just the right amount of surprise and politeness, "What brings you here so late at night?"

Looking at the little miko, the smile on the Yae Palace Master's face deepened, with a clear understanding that seemed to know everything:

"You're asking even though you know the answer. You're acting in my name, but you expect me to play dumb in Narukami Taisha?"

His tone was brisk, with a slight rise at the end.

Rather than a rebuke, it was more like finding a perfect excuse to tease the two. After all, she had tacitly approved of Muramasa's status as a "beneficial protector," and she had anticipated the direction of the truce on Kaigi Island.

"I've only heard of people using tiger skins as a banner, but using fox skins is something new."

Muramasa muttered softly, but upon hearing his words, the Son of God's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a vengeful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"However, you people from Haiji Island know how to take advantage of the situation."

She deliberately prolonged her tone, her foxy eyes fluttering across Muramasa before finally settling on Xinhai:

"Not only have they 'borrowed' him, but judging by the situation... they're almost taking our prized swordsmith from Narujin Taisha Shrine and putting him on the embroidered bed of the Coral Palace shrine maiden?"

The perfect diplomat-like smile on Xinhai's face froze for a moment. Although it was fleeting, the slight blush on his face that was quietly suppressed still revealed his true intention.

She wanted to explain the reason behind this, but the Son of God's straightforward ridicule left her speechless for a moment, and the diplomatic rhetoric she had prepared was stuck in her throat.

"Since when did I become a member of Naruto-taisha Shrine..."

But when he thought about his position during the negotiation, his confidence inexplicably dissipated. He could only cough dryly and turn his face away stiffly.