Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The girl next to him saw the heaviness in his heart, but smiled and said:

"It just so happens that this place is now empty~"

It was empty. All of Muramasa's lifelong weapons were integrated into the holy sword, so only "one sword" remained here.

After hearing her advice, Muramasa did not seem too pleased, but instead asked:

"Speaking of which, is it true that I am still unable to wield that holy sword?"

"While it's good enough for display as a sample, a knife is really meant to be used for cutting, right?"

When the girl heard this, a smile of understanding flashed across her ruby-like eyes, and she nodded slightly:

"If you were the one now, you could force a 'swing,'" she explained, her slender fingers tapping the circuitry around Muramasa, which glowed faintly with immense magical energy. "But you can't just use it as an ordinary blade and fire it recklessly like you did in the fairy kingdom. Every full-strength swing is like a 'tempering' of your 'holy sword.'"

She paused, and a barely perceptible chill lingered around her fingertips, simulating the cooling process. The little girl she had just looked like disappeared.

"If you force it to run without waiting for it to cool down, even you will break down."

"So, rather than having that holy sword that can only serve as your 'trump card' for now, you need a 'trump card' that you can pull out at any time to deal with any situation, right?"

The "trump card" is naturally not, or not only, the weapon in Muramasa's hand. At best, it can only be said to be one of them.

"Rather, the more cards the better, right?"

The unknown future and the arduous work, just thinking about it makes me feel troublesome enough——

He released the mace in his hand, letting the massive object create a crater beneath his feet, while he raised his hand.

"In that case, then... you guys up there, now that you're here, don't be polite! All of you! Come down to me!"

His arm swung down suddenly, like the starting gun at a race, and the stars that were quietly flowing in the sky suddenly became riotous.

Thousands of light points twinkled at the same time, and the flickering light almost illuminated the wasteland beneath their feet like daylight.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thousands of weapons condensed from the starry sky, breaking free from the constraints of the star tracks, like a heavy rain falling from the dome.

Each ray of light fell with immense force, piercing the barren earth. Instantly, the sound of metal clashing was deafening everywhere. Mud and rock were violently torn apart and ripped apart, transforming into a forest of steel that plowed deeply into the earth.

Muramasa stood in the center of this suddenly formed steel jungle. The complex expression on his face disappeared, replaced by an almost solemn concentration.

"In this case..." He whispered to himself, his voice drowned out by the lingering hum of metal, but a strange glimmer ignited in the depths of his eyes: "In this case, the weapons storage is sufficient."

"Ha~ I didn't realize I've stayed this long," the girl sighed softly, feeling the heat and richness of the earth. However, her eyes seemed to be glued to Muramasa, not moving away. "It's time to go."

Her figure began to become hazy, with a faint light at the edges, just like the last time she left.

"However, before you leave, I have one final reminder."

Her voice was still clear, but with a hint of emptiness that was about to dissipate:

"The purpose of the ceremony being performed on that island...is strikingly similar to yours, or rather, to the 'past' carried within your body..."

Light dust dissipated from her body and merged into the magical aftermath that had not yet subsided around her.

"So, get ready, brother, or old man." Her figure almost completely transformed into swaying light and shadow, and only her final words remained trembling in the air, "Welcome to the Holy Grail War that belongs to this world."

PS The next update plan is probably to update once today and once tomorrow, and then see if I need another day to prepare and get some materials.jpg

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 99 Farewell

Under the sacred cherry tree, Yae Shinko folded her arms, her fingertips tapping her arms unconsciously, her gaze cast towards the night sky in the distance that was briefly lit up by fireworks.

"Time... has passed long enough." She whispered to herself, a barely perceptible tension in her voice at the end. "That little fellow, could it be..."

Normally, he would call him "old man" just to enjoy the exasperated look on Muramasa's face. But at this moment, the joking was gone.

The faint connection with the Heart of God clearly indicated the other party's location, but it could not soothe the turmoil in her heart.

In the distance, another huge firework exploded in the sky. The brilliant light illuminated her face, but it could not dispel the worry that was gathered between her brows.

"Don't disappear suddenly, I've invested all my wealth in you..."

Before he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the space in front of him, and the azure magic power turned into mist and spread out, sending the swordsmith that the Son of God had been thinking about back to her.

"Are you talking about me?"

The fiery red short hair swayed gently in the airflow stirred by the magic power, and the copper eyes were no longer as confused as before.

"Oh my," Yae Shenzi instantly suppressed all outward worries, and the corners of his mouth curled up in his usual, somewhat playful arc, "It seems that the old man has gained a lot from this trip?"

However, Muramasa didn't let her easily provoke him into a conversation as usual. His gaze swept over Shenzi like a physical object, without any greetings, and he went straight to the point:

"Son of God, after this is accomplished, how about you give the Heart of God to me?"

"Oh?" Shen Zi raised her eyebrows slightly. Her face showed no solemnity or vigilance at this sudden request, but instead revealed a strong curiosity. "Why do you bring this up so suddenly? Tell me about it?"

"This is the last commission I'll ever take." Muramasa said succinctly, not explaining in detail. Instead, he threw the reason back. "Besides, what you want me to do is probably far more than just 'lifting the Eye Hunting Order,' right? It's only natural that the effort should be commensurate with the reward."

Just canceling the Eye Hunting Order does not make the sword "Senko Muramasa" useful at all.

A sword that can kill gods must be used against gods to be worth the price of the money.

"it is good."

The Son of God didn't hesitate at all, nor did he worry that the other party would use it to do evil. He agreed without hesitation:

"As long as you can truly help Inazuma open the heart of that 'Shogun,' I will give you the Heart of God."

"But..." She changed the subject, a sly look flashing in her eyes. She raised her chin, motioning for Muramasa to look towards the distant fields. "Before we set off, don't you want to see the 'farewell gift' your little girl prepared for you?"

"Hmm?" Muramasa was slightly startled and looked in the direction she pointed.

Bang-!

Another incomparably brilliant display of fireworks, far exceeding the scale of ordinary festivals, exploded in the night sky.

The orange-red light almost lit up half of the sky, and also made the girl who lit the fireworks look charming.

Even though it is so far away, the orange color is still so dazzling that it is impossible to look away.

This was the unique practice she gave him.

"Since you came here...how long has it been? Sigh~ This is even bigger than the summer festival."

"Ever since you set foot here... the fireworks have been non-stop. It's even more lively than previous summer festivals." Shen Zi's tone was filled with a hint of bitterness that was hard to discern. "Alas, why wasn't there such a grand event when I commissioned her?"

……

At the same time, in Inazuma Castle.

Countless people looked up at this ongoing spectacle, some were fascinated, and some were curiously rushing in the direction of the fireworks.

"Mom! Hurry up! Take a closer look!" A little girl excitedly pulled her mother's hand.

The mother looked back worriedly - her husband, a distraught man.

He was leaning against the wall, a bottle of wine in one hand, the other sleeve hanging empty. He looked at the colorful sky, his eyes indifferent.

"Dear, it's rare to see such beautiful fireworks. Please drink less when you are with your daughter..." the woman advised softly.

But the man didn't react and just took another sip of wine.

The woman shook her head helplessly, picked up her daughter and walked forward, sighing softly: "It has been like this since I came back from the front..."

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Kujo Sara had just walked out of the strict training center. When he passed by, his eyes fell on this decadent man and he took the initiative to speak, making an exception.

"General—!" The man shuddered, as if awakened. His distracted eyes instantly focused on the majestic Tengu General. "You...you're back?"

"Well, there is a temporary truce on the front line. I will come back to supervise the subsequent implementation of the Eye Hunting Order." Sala's voice was as cold and hard as ever.

Her eyes swept over his hand hiding the bottle and his empty sleeves, and her brows slightly frowned. "Drinking? You weren't like this before."

"Yes... yes," the man forced a bitter laugh, his lips trembling a few times, "General, my Eye of God..."

"Don't worry," Sara interrupted him, his tone firm and filled with an almost sacred sense of mission. "Your blue light has been embedded in the highest point of the Thousand-Armed, Hundred-Eyed Statue, becoming its most dazzling embellishment."

"...Yes." The man's throat rolled, but he didn't say anything else. The hand holding the wine bottle trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Take care of yourself." Sara keenly noticed the subtle change in his expression, but simply thought it was a sign of alcoholism and didn't delve into it. "I still have to deal with this unreported fireworks incident."

After saying that, she walked past her former confidant and headed straight towards Hanamizaka.

……

"Tsk, what a reckless little girl." Muramasa looked at the still bright night sky, raised his hand and scratched his fiery red short hair, there was no trace of trouble on his face, and it was clear that he couldn't hide his smile.

"So, what are you going to do?" The smile in Shen Zi's eyes deepened. "Do I really not need to give you some more time to say goodbye?"

"...No need."

The moment he finished speaking, Muramasa suddenly raised his arm and pointed it towards the sky.

In an instant, thunder exploded!

A longbow with an ancient and elegant shape and a dazzling lightning light appeared out of thin air in his hand.

On the bow, the triple Ba pattern symbolizing the authority of General Thunder is clearly visible, and the purple thunder pattern extends upward like wings.

"This is……!"

The Son of God's pupils suddenly contracted. She recognized this bow.

The flying thunder string vibrates!

That was the supreme honor bestowed upon a deceased swordsman by the General! How could it have ended up in Muramasa's hands?

Before she could recover from her shock, a Mondstadt-style Western longsword quietly appeared in Muramasa's empty right hand.

Immediately afterwards, Muramasa placed the long sword on the bowstring that was flashing with lightning.

As Muramasa slowly pulled the bowstring, the long sword began to extend and deform, turning into an arrow.

"Try to cut the arrow."

Muramasa let out a low cry and suddenly loosened his fingers!

boom--! ! !

A flash of lightning shot towards the sky, and then fireworks brighter than all the fireworks in the distance combined exploded in the sky, instantly attracting the attention of the entire Inazuma, including the fireworks girl from Hanamizaka.

“…You still say that others are making a grand display, but you craftsmen are all exaggerating more than the other…” The Son of God held his forehead and complained in a low voice.

Muramasa's movements did not stop at all, he drew the bow, concentrated the sword, drew the string, and released!

call out!call out!call out!

All the trees on Yingjian Mountain were trembling, and the exploding flames were like three scorching suns.

Do you understand? This is my answer.

Muramasa's gaze seemed to penetrate the vast distance, accurately meeting the astonished gaze directed towards Hanamizaka. Even if the other party couldn't see, he believed that these four rounds of arrows had conveyed his answer.

"Let's go." He turned around, his voice steady and loud: "I will solve all this before the Autumn Festival."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Instructions (Not Cutting Book)

There is also one update today, and the Heguan chapter starts from Chapter 100.

But I feel that I can’t write it well by taking it one step at a time as before, so please give me two days.

I need some time to organize my thoughts, sort out the next story, and deal with the next outline.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who is willing to read this, I won’t cut it!

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 100 The Guide of Heguan

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk...

Low-volume repetitive syllables echoed in my ears, and Muramasa's figure followed the rhythm of the syllables, gradually solidifying on a beach.

The countless bizarre colors in his vision were gradually fading away. He had just been born from some kind of corridor. After looking up, it took him a long time to realize that he had been "reborn."

"here it is……"

Muramasa was murmuring when a cheerful response came to his ears.

"Of course, it's the land of Tsurukan~"