Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Yes and no."

Her answer was ambiguous, dividing the reasons into objective and subjective parts. What Muramasa had just said was the subjective part:

"You should be able to feel it now, right?"

"That sight."

……

A breathtakingly vast void, lit only by the gleaming coldness of stars. Four stairways of pure light descended from the boundless sky, converging towards the center.

There, a huge, slowly rotating golden star vortex exudes an aura of dominance over everything.

And beside Xingxuan, at the bottom of the stairs surrounding it, there were four...three female figures.

"It seems," a lazy voice sounded. One of the white-haired women sat on her own steps, her knees hugged, her long, pure white hair flowing like moonlight.

Her golden eyes were half-lidded, filled with a near-substantiated indifference and weariness. "Someone is trying to meddle with Heaven's principles again."

"It's not the first time." The woman facing her was very similar to her, but the visual impression was the opposite. She was white, she was black. The only thing they had in common was the cold, indifferent expression.

"The usurping demon gods in the desert, the arrogant and self-proclaimed human kingdoms... there are countless earlier and later ones." She listed the challengers since ancient times as if they were her treasures, her tone as flat as if she was describing the trajectory of the stars.

Then, her golden eyes turned to the white-haired woman: "Istaru, this time, have you also mastered the fragments of "power"? "

"Hmm," the white-haired woman called Istaru nodded slightly, her gaze cast towards a dimension below that mortals could not understand, "but it is pitifully weak."

She shook her head, her tone neither sad nor happy, "Even the power of that Ice Demon God is far inferior."

"What a shame," she said, her eyes sweeping across the empty fourth staircase, her voice devoid of emotion. "There's still no news of Asmodai. Otherwise, breaking through that frail spatial barrier would be a piece of cake."

"Hmph," a snort of obvious disapproval echoed. Within the triangular ruling group, the figure occupying the other corner stood out, its dazzling golden hair standing out between the two white-haired women. "As the Four Rulings, the shadows of Heaven's principles, could they be constrained by such a tiny space?"

"Rhinedot," Istaru's voice suddenly turned cold, and his lazy eyes turned, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"Yes, yes." Rhinedot made a seemingly submissive gesture, but her eyes glanced to the side - there, a dark blue space crack opened silently, projecting a female figure with a face exactly like hers.

"Otherwise," Reindorte gave the blue projection a playful smile, "Miss Nabe will make it very, very difficult for me to deal with her."

The blue "Nabe" shadow remained silent, not responding to Reindorte's words, but that cold gaze itself was a form of acknowledgment. His other self remained silent, and Reindorte turned his gaze to the inky-toned woman, abruptly changing the subject:

"Speaking of which—Ronavar. Regarding that 'Demon of Sand' Achmar, were you truly... certain that he was completely destroyed?"

The first name naturally belongs to the last woman here, while the second one is the nickname of the "Sand" demon god.

The sternness on Ruona Wa's face, who was named, cracked for a moment, and a very brief thought flashed across her face:

"Of course." After a moment, Ronawa's voice returned to its usual coldness and certainty, like a final verdict, "In his final mausoleum, it was me who personally declared his death."

PS I will update one chapter first, the next one will be later

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 97 Because a brother should protect his sister

"Hmm...I see."

Muramasa understood that he was only able to fight against it by relying on "power", but there was still something he didn't understand.

"why?"

He was referring to the content of the commission itself.

Kill me, she said it casually, as if she was planning tomorrow's dinner.

"Because, there's no other way?"

She didn't say much about her own affairs, but the world reflecting her mental images took the initiative to explain the reasons behind it.

The frost and snow on the ground melted away along with the earth and sky, turning into a sea that reflected the clear sky - or rather a quagmire, which was darker than the sky it reflected.

"This... is." Muramasa looked at it in astonishment, looking at this corner of the other person's world.

“This is the world I live in.”

The girl tapped her lotus feet lightly, creating ripples on the muddy sea surface. She, wearing a floral dress, gazed at the distant sea and sky, her voice so soft that it seemed as if she were talking to herself:

"As you can see, there's nothing here anymore: civilization, life... everything."

She paused for a moment, but without any sadness, she continued to look directly at the person in front of her.

"This world is beyond saving, but if that were all, then we'd just let it continue to exist... but no."

She looked up, and together with Muramasa, they saw a huge black box. If Muramasa had been conscious at the time, he would have noticed that it was even bigger than it was then.

“It’s still expanding, and it’s reaching its limit.”

"Two years, three years... I don't know, but I know that one day it will flow through me... or rather, through the hole called 'me', and into another world."

"And so on..."

Perhaps repetition will not cause the destruction of another world, but it will definitely destroy the happiness of many people.

So, she just smiled, and regarded the "Anti-Star Noble Phantasm" and "her own death" as the only solutions to this problem.

"So, brother. What's your answer?"

The girl's body moved her long silver hair as she looked at Muramasa, who had become silent since a while ago. Her face was as difficult to read as ever.

Until time broke that coldness, but beneath it, she read the changes she had never imagined:

“…Laughing?”

Muramasa's face was smiling, a smile unlike any he had ever worn before. It wasn't the heavy, helpless look she'd imagined, but rather a smile that said, "So that's just how it is."

"Ah, yes..."

He seemed to have just realized his smile, and he rubbed the corner of his mouth dully. His voice, which had been silent for a long time, finally became louder:

"It's great to have this as my last job before retirement."

"Huh?" This time it was her cold face that broke, and her dull eyes revealed that she was overwhelmed and could not understand the current situation.

"It's just that," the smile on Muramasa's face did not fade, but instead condensed into an unprecedented firmness as if tempered into steel, "I will not kill you."

The overload on the girl's face froze instantly, and then surprise burst out from her ruby-like eyes: "What...?"

"No matter what the reason," Muramasa said in a low voice, but every word hit the cold air of the wasteland like a hammer, "I will definitely save you."

"Whatever the reason?" the girl repeated, her tone filled with an incredible sense of absurdity. "No, no, this isn't right, is it?"

She shook her head slightly, trying to process this unexpected response. "I... don't need... just the world..."

Her voice softened unconsciously when she met Muramasa's gaze. There was no anger or sadness in that look, only a stubborn determination.

"You're saying it's unnecessary just because you think it's 'impossible', right?" Muramasa took a step forward, and the flames that had been extinguished for a long time suddenly rose from the muddy sea beneath his feet. The red flames instantly burned away the illusion of the empty world in front of him, turning it back into the desolate land burning with fire.

"If the world needs saving, I will save the world and you together."

His eyes were fixed on the slender figure on the slope. The corners of his mouth curled up again, and his voice was as loud as a declaration: "Besides, since you call me "brother", then..."

"No matter what, it's only natural for a brother to protect his sister, right?"

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Murayama Silin Nanako's big hands immediately pressed on her neatly combed silver hair.

"You...what are you doing?" For the first time, her voice lost its deliberately ethereal and cold tone, carrying a barely perceptible hint of panic. "Let go!"

"Are you trying to say you don't need it?" Muramasa replied subconsciously, but the girl under his palm screamed even louder.

"No! You messed up my hair!"

The girl under the palm was like a kitten with its fur standing on end, and she tried to lift up Muramasa's hand on her head with a slightly crying voice.

The meticulously combed silver hair, like a waterfall of moonlight, was now "ravaged" by Muramasa's broad hands, with a few strands of hair mischievously curled up, destroying the perfect sense of coolness and aloofness.

She stood on tiptoe, her small hands trying in vain to pry open Muramasa's motionless arms, a look of grievance from the "physical attack" forming in her eyes:

"Let go! Stupid brother! I clearly spent... a full 'three seconds' to style it! And I even made a plan like 'pausing the countdown to world destruction'. Why did it fail in the end because of my hairstyle?! This doesn't make sense!"

Upon hearing this, Muramasa not only did not let go, but even rubbed it twice more with a bit of mischief, watching the silver hair completely turn into a furry bird's nest.

"What? You've got this ordinary, troubled side, you nasty little brat!"

The girl finally gave up resisting, her hair messed up, and she glared at Muramasa angrily, feeling annoyed as if she had been bullied by an unreasonable, stupid parent. She started to fuss like a kitten:

"The point isn't the hairstyle! The point is that you completely ignored the core of my plan! I was discussing with you a serious issue concerning the survival of countless worlds! And you... you're just playing with my hair!"

"Sure enough! I knew it! This brother who showed up out of nowhere is also an old stubborn person who can't be convinced! 'Save everyone'? How can such a fairy tale idea be realized!"

She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to shout out all her misunderstandings and frustrations. After venting, she inadvertently revealed a knowing smile:

It turns out that no matter which brother it is, they are all the same?

And, that sentence...

She suddenly looked away and pouted again.

After calming down, she realized that she seemed to have said the same words that interrupted her plan.

"...Come to think of it, is this change also due to you?"

Muramasa asked, but his eyes were cast towards the deep night sky behind the girl.

Hmm? The night sky?

"What changes..."

The girl looked up subconsciously, and then her words stopped abruptly.

Above the dome of the mind image that should have been shrouded in eternal gray fog, a vast expanse of seven-colored stars is flowing and spinning silently, as if a forgotten dream of creation has suddenly awakened, pouring down incredible brilliance.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her ruby-like eyes reflected the breathtakingly gorgeous galaxy.

PS I feel the rhythm is messed up, I tried my best to pull it back. And just treat this Illya as a parallel world of the Moyi

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 98 Holy Grail War (Updated Today)

"Just like the soul that resides in your sword."

"Your body is also a 'sword', and what shines in the sky is 'wish', 'soul'."

"They reside in the heart of God and then run into your world."

“It’s really surprising…”

The girl beside him sighed with emotion. This was a scene she had never imagined. She then turned to look at Muramasa, a curious smile on her lips.

"This scenery, I'm afraid, is related to the laws of this world. What do you think? Brother~?"

It was as if some strange switch was turned on, and the originally smooth and steady manner of addressing suddenly became sticky and artificial.

"...You suddenly called me so affectionately that it gave me goosebumps." Muramasa rubbed his arms and complained bluntly, but his eyes could not be taken away from the shocking starry sky.

The moving stars seemed to be calling him silently, causing him to reach out his hand almost instinctively.

His deep gaze swept across the dazzling light bands, and finally, the light of one of the stars seemed to suddenly become brighter, causing him to subconsciously clench his palms.

The star rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and the core of the light was no longer a simple point of light, but condensed into a clear, unruly figure outline!

A figure with frosty red hair, ghost horns on his head, and a wild smile!

He had an impression of this figure—Arata Ichito, the leader of the demon clan gang who had stood in front of Kujo Sara and wanted to duel to take back his "Eye of God".

The magic power naturally condensed and structured in his palm, as if he was taking out a weapon that was already there.

The blazing red light and the thick ochre halo intertwined and exploded, and a mixed rock-like breath instantly spread out. After a moment of brilliance, it quickly restrained and took shape.

A giant weapon with an extremely flamboyant shape appeared in Muramasa's palm.

He looked intently and saw a huge stone pillar in his hand, which was extremely thick and covered with rugged edges and corners. The top of the stone pillar was roughly chiseled into a huge and ferocious wolf's tooth.

"This is……"

The structure of this weapon almost popped out of Muramasa's mind, and the magic power also spontaneously jumped up from the surroundings. Their arrangement and combination did not consume any of Muramasa's energy.

The price is the mutual understanding between one person.

The memory of "Arataki Ichito" drilled into his brain along with the weapon's structure, and it was the determination of the inhuman to merge into humanity.

The will of those guys... could actually be condensed into weapons in this way? Muramasa let out a long breath, as if exhaling the heavy weight.

This kind of thing...shouldn't those self-proclaimed high and mighty gods be the ones to bear?

He raised his head again, gazing at the starry sky streaked with light, and felt that the weight of the brilliance had increased a lot out of thin air.

“Isn’t this good?”