Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Yes, yes, 'the husband of a shrine maiden' is indeed not considered a member of Narukami Taisha." Yaejinko said with a smile, emphasizing the improvised title, dragging out the ending softly and long, full of sarcasm. "Is it just a forced pretense?"

Chapter 93: After the Shura Field

Muramasa's brows knitted even tighter, trying to maintain his shaky stance of "being fair and just." "Hmph, I'm glad you know."

"Is it?"

The Son of God seemed to have discovered a more interesting toy, and his red lips curved into a cunning arc, as if he saw prey caught in a trap:

"I saw the way you two were acting just now, like 'holding hands,' 'reluctant to part,' 'young girls in love'... you seemed to be enjoying it, acting it out perfectly."

Every word she spoke accurately hit the ambiguous point that the two of them tried hard to conceal, as if she had seen it from the beginning to the end.

"!..."

Xinhai felt that the temperature of his cheeks was getting out of control again. He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to explain, but was blocked by the Son of God's eyes that saw through everything and deliberately misinterpreted it.

"Nonsense! What I said was... what I said was..."

Muramasa wanted to refute immediately, but he was at a loss for words. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a suitable reason to explain his "reluctance" just now.

Yae Shenzi saw the reactions of the two people clearly. She took light steps, carrying a faint scent of cherry blossoms, and walked towards the small drawer that Xinhai had just closed with a clear goal.

"Oh? Are you talking nonsense~"

The son of God's voice was as sweet as honey, but his actions were direct and forceful. "So, what was that precious thing you just hid? Why is it so 'treasured' by our present-day Goddess?"

Xin Hai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously leaned aside to block the drawer with a diplomatic expression. "Master Palace Administrator, those are just personal notes..."

"Personal notes?" Shen Zi chuckled, his fingertips already resting on the drawer handle. "Even this old man would say 'deliberate' 'personal notes'? I'm really curious."

While her heart was stirring, she quickly opened the drawer and accurately picked out the booklet "The Guide to Winning in Love". Even with only moonlight, it seemed so dazzling that it made people want to look away.

She shook the "evidence" in her hand and raised an eyebrow at Muramasa. "Compared to some people who say 'nonsense' while secretly savoring the warmth of a little girl's palm, I can be considered aboveboard."

Xin Hai's cheeks were completely stained with crimson. He tried to keep his tone calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

"Your Excellency, the Chief Priest has misunderstood. This... this is a Yaedo publication. As the island master, it is my duty to understand Inazuma's popular culture."

"As for the 'effect'..."

Her gaze paused on Muramasa, then she mischievously threw the spearhead back at him, "It's just a little... experiment on some stubborn old-fashioned people in my spare time."

"Who's the stubborn old-fashioned one?!"

The red hair on Muramasa's head stands upside down, just like an alien about to transform in some comics:

"And you, a pink-haired fox!"

He turned to Shen Zi, trying to divert attention. "You came here in the dead of night just to look through a little girl's drawers? What's your 'business'? You're not just here to disrupt the situation and watch the show?"

Three consecutive questions revealed his confused thoughts clearly.

"Ah, the old man was right." Yaejinko chuckled softly, casually tossing the 'Love Winning Guide' back into the drawer. "Watching the heartwarming little play 'The Faithful Swordsmith and the Deep Sea Jellyfish' finally gave my boring work these days a somewhat interesting ending."

She paced to the center of the room and stretched her waist lazily. Her mature curves contrasted particularly clearly with the youthful waves in her heart, which attracted even a knife maker inadvertently.

However, the Son of God did not mind. Instead, he examined the sea of ​​​​heart in front of him with a subtle warning:

"Well, now that the show is over, it's time to get down to business." Shen Zi's smile remained charming, but his laziness had subsided. "Xin Hai, isn't it time to renegotiate the term of your 'borrowing' people?"

"Master Palace Administrator, this matter..."

Her heart stagnated slightly, as even she herself had no idea about the specific deadline.

"I know~" Shen Zi said, his tone tightening, his gaze becoming even more urgent, leaving her no room for maneuver. "You don't even know when this deadline will be."

She took a step forward, an invisible pressure spreading. "So, there's some serious business to take care of here. I have to take him back today."

Muramasa also knew what the other party was referring to as "real business", which was a commission that had been decided long ago. Since the two conflicted, he could only choose the latter.

"I see."

Xin Hai's voice was soft, her emotions barely discernible. An inexplicable drowsiness swept over her without warning, like a rising tide that overwhelmed her consciousness.

Under normal circumstances, she would have tried to negotiate further, or at least not let him go so easily. But at this moment, the stubborn part of her brain failed, leaving only one increasingly clear thought:

Let him go.

"Humans are creatures with only one center. At least, humans "should" be creatures with only one thinking center. @【抓澪Y〩IV翏妻b'a贰８】

The Son of God's fox eyes, which were capable of seeing through the world, narrowed slightly, taking in Xin Hai's momentary absent-mindedness, the suppressed sleepiness, and the almost undetectable subtle body language of an eagerness to get rid of them.

She looked at Muramasa, who looked back at her with the same gaze, eyes that could also see through fate.

"Very good~ It seems that our present-day Goddess-Mikoto is indeed very understanding."

"Well, old man, let's go. We can't delay important business."

She turned, her wide sleeves wafting a delicate fragrance, and her languid posture transformed into a sakura thunder. Muramasa, likewise, transformed into a shower of spirit particles, dissipating within the room.

The door was gently closed, blocking out the faint light from the corridor. Xinhai's tense body instantly relaxed, and he barely managed to stand by holding onto the edge of the table.

Sleepiness was like waves rising higher and higher, each one stronger than the last, pounding her consciousness. She stumbled towards the bed, not even having time to change her clothes, and practically fell onto the covers.

"coming."

"The reason why you can't figure out "why you want him to stay" and "why you want him to leave"."

"It's still so long and deep, with no end in sight."

"Open your eyes and take a look. Welcome back to the world of 'it'."

"It is a drowning dream, but it always gives you a big gift at the end of the dream."

Failed again...

I didn’t expect that even after telling “me”, it still failed in the end.

If Xinhai had an expression now, it would definitely not look good.

Every time she had a dream, she thought about making it public, but the dream would be forgotten and would erase all the consciousness she wanted to make public.

This obsession not only exists after the dream, but also before entering the dream.

"Dreams and reality are mutually exclusive; they are the public enemy of 'empiricism'."

"The only gap is the moment when cause and effect are 'severed'."

"hoooooo~~~~"

There was another cry coming from nowhere, and the sea water was about to boil, pouring into his stomach from every limb.

But this time, they are far more stubborn than before.

Xinhai woke up from his dream, but the feeling of suffocation did not subside. The dozens of atmospheric pressures that enveloped his body in the dream suddenly reversed direction!

The feeling of suffocation filled every corner of her body. Her body had not yet woken up, and only her consciousness felt this clear despair.

Unable to breathe, unable to call for help, unable to move, only this body occupied by the deep sea from the inside, quietly waiting for the final drowning.

"Don't be afraid."

A familiar and low voice suddenly sounded, like a glimmer of light penetrating a thick layer of water.

The particles of elements constructed a human "Muramasa", and at the moment when the sea of ​​​​heart was flooded from within, he stretched out his broad hands.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 94: Invitation to the Summer Festival

In her abdomen and chest, Xinhai's body was lifted up from the bed by Muramasa, and her forehead rested weakly on his solid chest.

The stubborn fluid accumulation in the abdomen and chest is still expanding outward, but it is locked by an invisible gate, making it difficult to break through the blockade.

A little external force is needed.

Muramasa's eyes were focused, and his broad palms firmly supported the girl's flat and smooth belly.

Without the obstruction of cloth, he could clearly feel the slight spasm of the skin due to the internal pressure, as well as the overly soft touch that he had no time to pay attention to at the moment.

The force must be precise! Too light and it will be ineffective, while too strong will cause the internal disorder of air pressure to tear the girl's internal organs.

"It won't hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed down with his palm accurately and steadily, and then his wrist slowly moved up along the curve of his torso, pushing his palm from his tense abdomen to his heaving chest.

The delicate blue bow was pushed up a little by this action, and the warmth and strength of the palm just pushed it to the valley between the two soft hills below the sternum.

The long-accumulated jet of fluid also pried open the throat bit by bit, and finally poured out under the balance of external air pressure.

“Pfft—uhhh—”

The azure sea-like liquid gushed out from the mouth of the heart sea like a flood that broke through the dam, hitting Muramasa's defenseless chest.

The liquid had a slightly fishy smell and flowed violently along his muscular muscles, soaking half of his body and half of his heart, leaving large dark, cold water marks on the mattress.

"Puff...cough cough...cough cough..."

My heart was gasping for breath, my consciousness floating in the suffocating pain and the sudden sense of exhaustion, and then it was swallowed up by an even stronger stress.

"Slow down and spit out the rest."

He patted her back gently with his palm until the trembling in her body stopped and the ups and downs of her body gradually became stable.

……

On the way back, Yae Shinko controlled the cherry-colored lightning, wrapped Muramasa and flew quickly over Inazuma.

Muramasa looked at the pink-haired fox that seemed to be smiling, and doubts took over his heart. He asked:

"Did you already know this guy's symptoms and specifically tell me this way?"

"Why are you still calling him 'that guy'? Won't that little witch be upset?" He half-joked at the swordsmith, who was too shy to address him by name, and then answered his question: "No, it just so happens that I'm done with my work and it's almost time~"

As they were talking, the two could already see Inazuma Castle in the distance.

Unlike Umijima, at the same time, Inazuma Castle was bustling with preparations for the celebration. The reason was naturally not that Narukamijima was still so energetic late at night, but that Umijima was in a state of extreme exhaustion in all aspects after the war.

The approach of the summer festival was like a warm breeze blowing across the entire island, cleverly wrapping the oppressive atmosphere of the eye hunting order in a festive atmosphere.

Below the towering Thousand-armed, Hundred-eyed deity, craftsmen are working together to build the skeleton of a gigantic mikoshi. Above it is a face whose final carving has yet to be completed. That is Muramasa's final finishing touches.

The number of shops and temporary stalls along the street is more than double the usual number, and many of them are temporary expansions of businesses that originally operated in stores.

Neither the isolation order nor the hunting order is as important as the festival at the moment.

"Summer Festival..."

In his memory, there seemed to be no days of attending festivals or temple fairs. Borax, hammers, and fire constituted most of his memories.

"Tomorrow is the official holiday," Yaejinko watched him lost in thought for a moment, a smile flashing in her pink-purple eyes, "So, do you want me to show mercy and let you stay for a few days so you can spend time with your two eager girlfriends?"

The "girlfriends" she was referring to were naturally Xiao Gong, the fireworks master who shone like the summer sun, and Hai Ling, who cared deeply about him. "They've been running to Naruto Shrine every other day these days, asking all sorts of questions. My poor little miko maidens are almost getting calluses from their ears."

"..."

A rare and complex expression flashed across Muramasa's hard face, which looked like it was carved by a knife or an axe. It seemed like embarrassment, but also a hint of barely perceptible hesitation.

He was silent for a few breaths, his gaze once again fixed on the approaching, expectant lights below, his voice low but with a hint of determination:

"Anyway... I'll go apologize to them first. They just came back, barely even catching their breath, and they're leaving right away for something else... It's really outrageous."

"As for the finishing touches on the statue, I will complete them while I am at it, so as not to delay the ceremony."

Inazuma Castle was within reach, and the clamor of the pre-festival festivities was faintly audible. Yaejinko landed lightly on the ground, the cherry-colored lightning dissipating. She gave Muramasa a mischievous look. "Okay, we're here. Should we go see the 'girlfriends' first, or finish at the statue?"

Muramasa didn't answer immediately, but took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of gunpowder, icing sugar and wood.

He looked up in the direction of the Thousand-Armed, Hundred-Eyed Statue. The huge skeleton cast a long shadow in the setting sun, and the unfinished "face" seemed to be staring at him blankly, waiting for his final carving.

"Let's go to the statue first." Muramasa's voice was low and firm. "This old man...is on the way."

The Son of God chuckled and disappeared in a flash of pink light, leaving behind only a meaningful ending: "Come on, old man~"

Muramasa walked towards the statue square. The closer he got, the more he saw the bustling scene of the festival preparations.

Makeshift stalls lined the streets, filled with shouts and laughter. Beneath the massive mikoshi frame, craftsmen were shouting as they put the final touches on it.

Muramasa didn't say much. He just said a word to the person in charge who was a little anxious, and then climbed to a high place to put the final touches on the Thousand-Armed and Hundred-Eyed Statue.

Sculpting a Libra goddess was easy for Muramasa, let alone creating the facial features of a simple statue?

"Huh? Muramasa, you're back?"

Beside the statue's pedestal, Xiao Gong was directing hired workers as they carefully carried several boxes of specially made giant fireworks tubes for the festival's opening ceremony. Her hair was tied in her signature high ponytail, a light bead of sweat on her forehead, but her orange-red eyes were fixed on Muramasa.