Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Well, let's put the finishing touches on the statue."

Muramasa had anticipated Xiao Gong's arrival and briefly stopped working to answer the call, but did not continue working after responding.

"Is that so?"

A hint of joy flashed across Xiao Gong's face, and the corners of her mouth were still trying to suppress the increasingly high arc. She tiptoed, as if wanting to get closer to the person on the high ground:

"Well, do you want to watch my fireworks during the summer festival?"

It was this question that he stopped working waiting for, so that he could prepare the answer in advance and avoid making mistakes at work.

"I'm sorry, this time... I might not be able to make it in time."

"Then there is work for the Palace Master. I must rush over immediately."

He paused. His previous words had been pre-thought, with a deliberate coldness. His new additions were freshly thought out, with a dryness he didn't even notice:

"...I'm so sorry I have to leave again just after coming back."

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and Muramasa could almost imagine those bright orange eyes dimming.

The expected loss did not occur.

Xiao Gong's brief moment of shock was quickly replaced by a brighter smile:

"Is that so? That's okay! The Palace Master's mission is more important!"

"Then let's make an appointment for next time! Next time for the Autumn Festival! That's the biggest and most lively festival in our Inazuma! And you see—"

She stretched out her finger and playfully drew a small circle in the air, as if counting the days:

"It's not that far away, right? When the time comes, I'll make sure you see the grandest and most unique fireworks! Definitely better than the ones at the summer festival! It's a deal!"

She seemed to have something urgent to say, and she kept talking:

"A word is settled!"

"Then you go ahead and get busy! I also have to go check my precious fireworks! The festival can't start without any problems!"

"Oh, and more! I'll also talk to Hailing for you, leave it to me! Well, I'll be leaving first~ Bye!"

Muramasa stood on a high place, watching the orange color blend into the night until it could no longer be seen.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 95: The Forced Development of the World of Mind

"Why did you reject the proposal of that Yae-sama?"

"Because you haven't 'decided' to stay."

Long-winded.

"Isn't it?"

No.

"Are you scared?"

No.

"I'm afraid I'll hear that question at the festival, a question you don't have an answer to yet."

……

"Work is a great excuse for packaging."

"Even then, you knew it wasn't just a 'pretend boyfriend' anymore."

"But you'll have to answer one day."

I already have the answer.

"Should I be a hasty 'traveler' passing through this world, or..."

I just want one percent more confidence.

"What are you thinking about, absent-mindedly?"

The clear, bell-like voice of Yae Shinko rang out at just the right moment, blowing away the phantom sounds in Muramasa's mind and his chaotic thoughts.

He suddenly came to his senses and found that the Palace Master had turned around at some point and was looking at him with his head tilted.

The Son of God had his usual all-knowing smile on his face, and his eyes examined with interest the complex expression on his face that had not yet completely disappeared.

"nothing."

He denied it briefly, shook his head slightly, and cast his gaze towards the demon sword tightly grasped in his hand. "I was just wondering, can this old man's sword also go with me? Now, the source of my magic power, or the driving force of the elemental power, is this child."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that." The Son of God smiled knowingly, and the curve of his lips deepened, as if he had anticipated his concerns.

A pair of slender, white, and soft legs took a step forward, and looked up at the sacred cherry tree that he had transformed into the appearance of a fox:

"I really can't send anything other than you into 'that place' within the sacred cherry tree. It's limited by the laws after all. However..."

She raised her jade hand calmly, palm facing up, and a deep purple light containing powerful thunder elemental power suddenly lit up.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a heart-pounding pressure, condensing certain powers between heaven and earth.

The light flowed, expanded and took shape, and a chess piece with a strange shape, emitting a mysterious and ancient aura, slowly condensed and took shape above her palm - it was the Heart of God, which symbolized one of the seven ruling powers on earth.

Muramasa's eyes suddenly fixed. He had seen something similar before, or rather, he had seen a "fake" that was indistinguishable from the real thing.

"That place," Shenzi's voice sounded at the right time, with a rare solemnity, and his eyes moved from the Heart of God to Muramasa:

"It's definitely not a good place. While your sword is exceptional and contains the power of will, the upper limit of the power it can mobilize is ultimately only equivalent to that of an ordinary 'Eye of God'. Even if it could be delivered, the cost far outweighs the benefit."

"So, rather than increasing losses, it's better to adopt this more direct method."

Shen Zi's fingertips moved slightly, and his gaze shifted from the gorgeous chess piece to Muramasa, with a hint of imperceptible consideration.

"But~"

She had her usual, all-knowing smile on her lips, but when she spoke the following words, her face seemed to inexplicably blush, which she quickly wiped away:

"Without some 'special methods', the power I can 'lend' to you is ultimately limited."

"Besides, the situation ahead is unclear, old man~"

"You have to be frugal with this 'travel expense'."

Although Muramasa's thoughts were still a little chaotic, he didn't think about those trivial matters right now, so he said solemnly, "I understand."

"very good."

A hint of approval flashed in the Son of God's eyes. He said no more and gracefully moved his slender jade fingers forward.

The Heart of God, which symbolized one of the highest powers in the world, floated steadily toward Muramasa's open palm as if pulled by an invisible thread.

Along its path, the air vibrated slightly due to the pure and powerful force of thunder, emitting an inaudible low hum.

That is……

Muramasa could see that the "invisible thread" was not a metaphor. Thin threads were extending from the chess piece that condensed power. One thread was lightly wrapped around the slender jade-like fingertips of the Son of God, while the other stretched out to the palm of his outstretched right palm.

"Chew slowly, don't drink too much, and digest what you can."

Shen Zi's admonition rang out again, this time with a hint of concern that was hard to conceal, but she obviously didn't give him any time to respond or prepare.

The moment the energy thread connecting the supreme authority of the mortal world connected with the mysterious "magic circuit" belonging to the otherworldly magus dormant within him—

“Ugh! Ugh!”

A terrifying shock that far exceeded Muramasa's imagination instantly swept over him!

Chew slowly?

The chess piece didn't even give him the chance! Pure lightning elemental energy surged along the magic circuit like a flood, carrying the majesty and fury of a god.

Even the Son of God's face showed obvious surprise and a hint of solemnity for the first time.

"how come……"

She whispered to herself, her brow furrowed slightly, trying to control the surging energy. The threads of lightning wrapped around her fingertips rippled violently, the Son of God's intentions visible even to the naked eye.

No, even I have never seen such a situation——

This was not the first time that the Son of God tried to squander the power of the Heart of God, but his purpose was to protect the Divine Sakura Tree.

Moreover, to ensure that this time it went smoothly, she had tried it many times with various lives and believed that it was foolproof.

But now, it’s that “one loss”.

In an instant, all of Muramasa's magic circuits were forcibly illuminated, stretched, and dyed a blinding deep purple, as if countless bolts of lightning were exploding through his meridians. He groaned, his body trembling violently. The escaping lightning elemental force even burned the hard ground beneath his feet, leaving tiny scorch marks that were gradually expanding at a visible rate.

His body was saying, "This fitness life is bullshit, and the real reality is overeating."

"This is……"

Fragments of memory that did not belong to her flashed before Yae Shinko's eyes. Those memories did not even belong to Teyvat.

The endless ocean, life of various appearances, faces that are either friendly or hostile.

And, the sword that cut off the giant!

Unlike the chaotic Godson, Muramasa's feelings were pure and direct. Extremely concentrated elemental power surged to his heart, forcefully prying open his inner world.

It was not that he actively projected his inner world, but that the authority as a "key" happened to resonate with his inner world.

The scene before Muramasa's eyes was torn apart in an instant. Inazuma's courtyard, the sacred cherry umbrella tree, and the nearby Yaeko were all blurred and disappeared like faded ink.

Instead, the Infinity Blade was gone, leaving only a wasteland with an unfinished blade, the familiar yet unfamiliar frost on the wasteland, and...

"Nice to meet you again, brother."

Chapter 96: The Ruler's Vision

"It's you?"

That familiar yet unfamiliar voice, with a hint of ice and snow, was slowly fading away the strangeness in Muramasa's body.

The raging energy, upon reaching a certain "cavity" within his core, was rapidly absorbed and filled, as if it had found a home. A long-standing "gap" was unexpectedly and violently filled by this divine authority.

"Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?" The white-haired girl wore a smile as pure as ice and snow, standing lightly on the frosted ground not far away. "You're faster than I expected. I had to gather some more strength."

She nimbly leaped onto a nearby frost-covered slope, then stretched out her arms, carefully moving along the narrow ridge as if walking on a balance beam. Her slender fingers were slightly spread apart, as if trying to maintain her balance.

That authority completed the rest... That's why she could appear so clearly in his inner world and complete the conversation that he hadn't finished explaining before.

But that is not important to me now. The most important thing is——

"So, can you tell me the reason why you summoned me here?"

"She is the one percent of confidence you are missing."

Muramasa's tone held a different kind of impatience than usual, slightly startling the girl in front of him.

“I can’t do it if I don’t know. I can’t do it if I don’t know.”

"This sentence blocked my mind, and nothing else could get in."

"It's really surprising. This is not like your style, brother~" The girl stopped, stood on the slope and looked down at him, putting her slender hands behind her back again.

"It seems something has changed you. Hmm~ That's good."

The smile on her face melted a little, and her ruby ​​eyes relaxed and lowered a little. The surprise in her tone was genuine, without any blame, only pure relief:

"Then, it's time to end the guessing game."

After saying this, she turned her gaze towards the answer to the mystery, towards the "unfinished" holy sword.

"I need you to gather the authority of this world, sublime it into an anti-star treasure, and finally..."

"kill me."

The wind on the wasteland stirred up a turbulent wind. The girl's eyes were focused on his face, but nothing could be seen in the depths of her ruby-like eyes.

"..."

Muramasa was stunned. He stared at the girl who gave him a "second" chance for a long time:

"So, this is why you didn't tell me at the beginning?"

The initially vague commission, the goal of survival, and the lingering sense of alienation she felt.

And even so, the persistence to want to survive.