Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The top of her head was missing a red ghost horn on one side, and her long black hair with red highlights was combed into an elegant princess cut style.

She was wearing a gorgeous twelve-piece kimono, white small sleeves, layers of colorful clothes, and the outermost layer of Tang Dynasty clothing with gorgeous patterns, which revealed her identity.

"Chiyo?"

Just from the tone of the voice in my head, I could hear the incredible surprise and the half-doubt hidden underneath that "she is still alive".

There were several empty wine bottles scattered around her, obviously she had been drinking here for a long time.

"That's Lord Michiyo. General Raiden's former favorite, and... an honored 'guest' of this island."

You led me here, pretended you knew nothing, and introduced things to me in a pretentious manner?

Muramasa was in no hurry to approach. He still had to wait and see how she would answer in her mind:

How to do it? She is an acquaintance of yours, right?

"...Chiyo..."

"I didn't expect... to actually see her here. Looking at her, I'm still unsure what exactly happened..."

"Don't worry, she'll probably talk to you."

As if noticing the gaze coming from this side, the ghost woman who had been leaning against the rock drinking slowly turned her head.

Her intoxicated red eyes locked precisely on the figure standing at the edge of the square.

She nonchalantly wiped the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her gorgeous twelve-piece dress, then raised the large wine dish in her hand and gestured from a distance.

"Huh? Isn't this a new face?"

The voice was clear and penetrating, as was the case with most red devils, and could be heard clearly even in a noisy square.

"Hey! Mr. Samurai with a serious face over there! Now that you're here, why don't you just stand there like a log?"

The wide sleeves swayed with her movements, and it was obvious that there was nothing inside.

Come! Come and have a drink with me! This is a celebration, and not leaving until drunk is the greatest respect for the gods!

Hearing the Son of God's words, he nodded secretly, then slowly walked over, but did not intend to raise his hand to take the wine:

"No, I won't need that. If there's tea, I can have a cup with you."

Upon hearing this answer, the smile on Miyu Chiyo's face froze, and she frowned her beautiful brows, revealing obvious dissatisfaction:

"Huh? Tea? Drinking tea at a time like this?"

She placed the large wine dish in her hand heavily on the rock beside her, making a loud clang, attracting the attention of everyone around.

"You're so unromantic, aren't you? This is a festival—a time for drinking wine and eating meat! What's the point of sipping tea so slowly?"

She complained while putting her good hand on her waist, but then seemed to think of something, sighed helplessly, and waved her hand.

"Forget it, forget it. Since you're new here, I won't bother with you."

She turned her head and shouted to a passing villager:

"Hey! Please prepare some hot tea for this unromantic samurai. I want the best kind!"

The villager responded with a smile and ran away. It seemed that such a generous beauty was very popular here.

After saying this, Miyu Chiyo turned his gaze back and pointed to the empty space beside him with his chin:

"Don't stand there, come and sit. Even if you don't want to drink, it's okay to sit here, right? It's rare to see a foreigner again, and I really want to chat~"

"I'm really not good at drinking. To put it bluntly, I get drunk after just one drink."

Muramasa had no objection to her exaggerated behavior. He just curled his lips, explained, and then sat down.

Hearing the phrase "one cup, one down," Miyu Chiyo was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. "Hahahaha! So that's how it is, you're the type who can't drink at all! You should have told me earlier~ not being good at drinking isn't really a disadvantage!"

You didn't even give me a chance to explain...

Muramasa muttered inwardly.

"I thought you were the type who pretended to be aloof! Since it's a physical problem, there's nothing we can do."

She laughed enough before wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, her red eyes filled with relief and intimacy.

Seeing Muramasa sitting down, she also leaned back on the altar and relaxed:

"I'm so glad you could come sit down and chat with me. It's been ages since we've had a guest like you... well, how should I put it, someone with such a 'clean' aura."

As she spoke, two people with completely different temperaments came over here carrying tea sets.

The man at the back had long black hair and sharp, distinct facial features.

The woman in front had long light purple hair, which was braided into a long pigtail at the back of her head.

Her appearance is gentle and quiet, her purple eyes are filled with a soft light of compassion, and there is always a faint and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

"She is……"

Muramasa blurted out, but his wrong answer was one step slower than the voice in his head.

"real?"

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 102: Forgotten

Who is that?

Muramasa didn't understand who the other person was talking about, but he felt that the woman in front of him was quite similar to the "Thunder General".

The other end of the line didn't respond immediately, but instead fell into deeper confusion and repeated:

"…Really? Sasayuri?"

The fox had completely lost his usual composure and composure.

"Sasayuri is fine, but Shin... Ying saw her die with his own eyes."

Watch? Movie?

Hearing her say this, Muramasa understood without explanation that they were probably some kind of sisters, and that was not the point.

Aren't these places the only places where people come who are dying? Dead...

Just as he was thinking about it, the voice on the other end suddenly stopped. The Son of God seemed to be talking to someone he didn't know.

Chiyo was completely oblivious to the inner turmoil going on here. Seeing the visitor's gaze fixed on the two people, she smiled and introduced them as a matter of course.

"Oh, they are my companions. This one, who is as gentle as an older sister, is Zhen."

She patted the purple-haired woman's shoulder affectionately, then glanced at the elegant man over there:

"The guy next to you who always has a stern face, as if everyone owes him money, is Yuri Sasa."

One of them brought the tea set Muramasa requested, while the other brought the drinks for Chiyo.

"Chiyo, don't be so impatient all the time. You will scare the guests." As she said that, she sat next to Chiyo, pushed the cup of hot tea over to her, and spoke politely.

On the other side, Sasaryuri nodded slightly as a greeting, and then sat down with them without saying a word.

Listening to their introduction, the son of God remained silent. Muramasa said in an unusually straightforward manner:

"What about Shadow?"

This name that had just been heard from the Son of God was obviously closely related to the people in front of him, so Muramasa directly raised the question.

As the name "Ying" was spoken, the air around them seemed to freeze at that moment.

The bonfire was still crackling, and the laughter of the villagers in the distance had not stopped, but the atmosphere surrounding the rock suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"……film?"

She murmured the name again and again, her voice dry and hoarse, as if asking for a word she had never heard of before.

"who is it?"

Her eyes were full of confusion, and there was a hint of fear that she herself was not even aware of. She just subconsciously put down the bottle of wine and covered her empty arm.

"Ok?"

The beautiful Zhen over there seemed to have never heard of this name, but she did not react as violently as Chiyo. After seeing Chiyo's appearance, she just gently pressed her trembling wrist.

"..."

Sasayuri on the other side did the same, and without saying a word, she cast a look of confusion and vigilance at Muramasa.

"You're really straightforward..."

The Son of God on the other end seemed to be shocked by this speech that had no skills at all, and made a somewhat helpless complaint.

Anyway, if you don’t know him, you won’t react, right?

Muramasa subconsciously retorted in his heart.

"Ah, well, that's all. It's also a way to make Yue Yi happy."

"It's just that look on their faces..."

The people before him all looked confused, and it was likely that the person called "Shadow" did not even exist in their concept.

Aru, who had been standing quietly not far away, walked over quietly.

He handed something wrapped in leaves to Chiyo, interrupting the suffocating silence.

"Lord Chiyo, the dessert you requested."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted everyone's attention. He said meaningfully:

"Your guests must be tired after coming from afar. Why don't you try our Heguan specialty snacks first?"

Although this situation is indeed not right, the most wrong thing is indeed this little guy...

Cun Zheng was feeling emotional in his heart, silently paying attention to other people's reactions.

After hearing these words, Miyu Chiyo, who was originally a little confused, seemed to be pulled out of those thoughts and her attention was instantly attracted by the snacks.

"Are you tired? If you're tired, there's nothing you can do..."

She muttered, staring at the snack for a long time, and then suddenly came back to her senses:

"By the way, you look like a warrior. Have you ever killed any evil spirits?"

Chiyo stuffed the whole pastry into her mouth and then leaned over, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

When the atmosphere calmed down, a gentle smile appeared on Shin's face again. She patted Chiyo's back gently and said helplessly:

"Chiyo, eat slowly and don't choke. Also, don't ask such rude questions as soon as you meet."

The questions between warriors were always somewhat clichéd, like the boasting of some middle-aged men after drinking, but Muramasa didn't want to exaggerate or belittle himself, so he briefly mentioned a few:

"I'm not sure if it counts, right? There's a guy with a wolf's head and a human body, a guy that can tear a person into pieces like mud, and some machines bigger than mountains... What's the name of a Mecha God?"

After he finished speaking, Muramasa felt that something was not right. After all, these were things that were obviously beyond their understanding.

I won't be thrown out as a boaster, will I?

Thinking of this, I found that my worries seemed to have not come true.

"A wolf's head and a human body? Like mud? And... a machine bigger than a mountain?!"

The ghost known as "Torachiyo" simply repeated it word for word, his face filled with curiosity and excitement:

"Wow! That sounds amazing! What the hell is that? There aren't any monsters like that in Inazuma! Come on, tell me more! That thing called the Mecha God, how did you defeat it? With the sword you forged? Did you split it in half with one strike?"

She fired off questions like a cannonball, completely lost in her imagination of the unknown and powerful enemy. For a martial arts fanatic like her, a powerful opponent and fierce battles could intoxicate her far more than fine wine.

Zhen helplessly looked at Chiyo who was like a belligerent little beast, and then looked at Sasahiri who was also interested. He could only smile and shake his head, and refill the empty teacup with hot tea.

"..."

A slight sigh came from within his mind, a mixture of nostalgia and sadness, as if the scene before him had touched upon some of the memories of the palace guard.

"It's not a battle worth mentioning, just a job I'm forced to do."

Without time to pay attention to the other party's sigh, Muramasa recalled the scene of his work at that time:

"Mechagod? Well, it's just like you said. No fancy fights. The big guy couldn't defend himself or dodge, so I cut him in two with a single blow."

The four words "cut off in two" exploded in Miyu Chiyo's ears, echoing for a long time.

"...one cut...in two?"