Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

She repeated it dryly, her voice a little out of tune.

"Bigger than a mountain...Mechagod?"

“Ha…hahaha…hahahaha!”

She suddenly laughed softly, which grew louder and louder until it turned into a wanton and unrestrained laugh, full of undisguised fighting spirit and appreciation.

"Interesting! You're so funny!!"

She stood up suddenly and swung her free broken arm proudly: "I've decided! I want to have a good fight with you tonight!!"

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 103 Reenactment

As Chiyo declared battle, Sasayuri's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, his tense face showed a truly moved expression.

He didn't say anything, but his aura that suddenly became sharp and his eyes that were looking directly at Muramasa said it all.

"You're really a battle maniac..."

"But I don't care."

There were quite a few people like this among the faces Muramasa had seen, and after a little fighting, he would be able to learn something.

As for Muramasa's judgment, fV II sulfur doubt 3 栮二（九R）2 also had no objection.

The helplessness on Zhen's face deepened. She looked at Chiyo who seemed to be on fire and Sasahiri, who was a fiery and sullen person, and could only let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"You two... are really..." She seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't say it.

Chiyo patted Muramasa's shoulder vigorously and laughed:

"Hahaha! Great! That's more like it! I like straightforward guys like you!"

"Then it's settled! Wait until tonight, when the bonfire is at its brightest, and we'll have a good fight in the center of this square! Don't let me down!"

After saying that, he sat down again, picked up the wine dish happily, and started drinking again, as if he couldn't wait for the night to come.

……

Time passed slowly amid laughter, singing, dancing, wine and delicious food.

The hustle and bustle of the day continued into the night. Although it was a bit strange to talk about day and night in a place where most places were engulfed by fog, at least the atmosphere of the festival had reached its peak at this moment.

Mikoto Chiyo, whose face was already red and eyes were blurry from drinking, suddenly threw the wine dish in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking.

She stood up unsteadily and pointed toward the center of the square with her good hand.

"Alright! Enough wine! Enough stories!"

She announced loudly, her voice drowning out the surrounding singing and dancing, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Next, it's time for the entertainment! Mr. Warrior, are you ready?"

Chiyo stepped barefoot onto the open space in the center of the square, hooked her finger towards Muramasa, and had an arrogant smile on her face that belonged to the demon clan.

The surrounding villagers immediately cheered excitedly and spontaneously formed a huge circle to make room for the upcoming competition.

"understood."

Muramasa stood up slowly, without taking out any weapons or anything like that. He just put the long cape on his shoulders on the ground and walked towards the center of the field.

unarmed?

The crowd on the sidelines let out exclamations and questions, as everyone already knew how powerful Chiyo was.

Chiyo watched him approach empty-handed, a flash of surprise flashing across her red, drunken eyes, before being ignited by an even more intense fighting spirit.

"Oh? Bare hands? Mr. Samurai, are you looking down on me?"

She grinned, her sharp canine teeth flashing coldly in the light of the campfire, her five fingers stretched and then suddenly clenched, making a slight crackling sound.

"No, it's just enough for now."

Muramasa's voice remained flat, and no emotion could be heard. He was neither lying nor being arrogant.

Do you want to try projecting that later?

"Which one?"

The general's weapon.

"you……"

Compared to his opponent's eagerness, he even had time to communicate with the Son of God.

"Hahaha! Crazy enough! I like it!"

Chiyo laughed loudly, and before the laughter died down, her figure suddenly rushed forward like a ghost.

When the toes stepped on the ground, fine cracks appeared on the solid stone slabs. The power and speed of the ghost clan were fully demonstrated at this moment.

The five fingers of the intact hand were clenched together like a knife, and with a sharp sound that tore through the air, it pierced Muramasa's chest!

Faced with a knife powerful enough to pierce ordinary armor, Muramasa's reaction was simple, almost brutal. He simply clenched his fist with one hand, marched forward, and met the knife thrust from Miyu Chiyo.

The moment the fists collided, a visible circular air wave exploded with the point of contact between the two people as the center.

"Whoa!"

The villagers who were watching a little closer were pushed back by the violent impact, and the bonfire was suddenly pressed down, and the sparks rolled back and scattered like meteors.

The hard stone floor made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and spider-web-like cracks spread out from the soles of the two people's feet at the same time.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chiyo's red eyes. She was confident that her knife hand, which could split mountains and rocks, was actually firmly blocked by the opponent's fist.

"it is good!!"

She was not angry about her own moves but delighted, the fire of war in her eyes burning even more fiercely, "That's powerful enough! Come again!"

A strong wind blew in her face, and Chiyo shook off Muramasa's hand while bursting out with almost all her strength. The center of the square instantly turned into the eye of the storm.

Chiyo's figure was so fast that it left several afterimages. Fists, palms, elbows, and knees, the visible shock waves spread wildly, plowing deeper gullies in the ground, and gravel shot out in all directions like raindrops, forcing the onlookers to retreat again and again, exclaiming in surprise.

"How impressive! That person was able to fight Chiyo-sama to a draw?"

An outsider couldn't see the trick at all, and just thought that the two had been fighting for a long time without a clear winner.

On the sidelines, Sasaryuri's face was as solemn as water, and she just shook her head slightly.

This is not a stalemate at all. It is obvious that even if Chiyo uses all her strength, she cannot hurt the opponent at all.

In this case--

"Drink——!"

After a long time of attack, Chiyo was about to explode with ferocity, but she saw a strange light flash in Muramasa's eyes, and it seemed that a familiar blade shell was condensing in his hand.

It was held in the hands of a friend she had forgotten.

"That is……"

Chiyo's eyes froze, and all her strength drained away instantly. At this moment, a voice sounded just in time:

"That's it for now."

It was true. She had unknowingly reached the edge of the circle, her beautiful face filled with deep helplessness and a subtle trace of concern.

"Chiyo, Mr. Muramasa," she said, her eyes flicking between the two of them, "This is just a sparring match, stop when it's enough. If they keep fighting, it won't just be a sideshow, it'll be a real teardown of this festival square."

"..."

Chiyo wanted to say something, but the memories flooding back to her were stirring her nerves. Her remaining hand was shaking uncontrollably, and before she could even reply to Shin, she leaped up and disappeared from the scene.

"Ugh……"

Seeing this scene, I really felt that this general was arrogant, but Muramasa on the opposite side just loosened his hand, and then the weapon that was about to take shape in his hand dissipated.

It seems that this guy still remembers...

"Huh... you came up with that."

There was a hint of helplessness in Shen Zi's words. The sword that Muramasa had just used was the weapon of General Raiden, and for Chiyo, it was the memory that she least wanted to recall.

"Oh, what a great fight!"

"I didn't expect this new outsider to be able to compete with Chiyo."

Amidst the exclamations, the black-haired boy walked out of the crowd again and said without any unnecessary courtesy:

"It's getting late, shall I take you to your room to rest?"

The words were spoken calmly, but without any evasiveness, and seemed to have a hidden meaning, with a certain imperative meaning.

Even though the tone didn't change, Muramasa could sense a certain urgency.

I don't know what it means, but I have no reason to refuse the other party's proposal:

"understood."

Hearing Muramasa's answer, he bowed slightly, picked up the lantern, and led him out of the square. The people around him did not stop them, or rather, they ignored the two of them after this Aru came over.

After passing through a small path, the two stopped in front of a simple house. Aru turned around with a genuine smile on her face:

"This is your temporary residence. I wish you a pleasant nightlife."

"Oh, right."

He seemed to have just remembered something and gave another reminder.

"When you go to 'that place' later, remember not to use your real name casually."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 104

Aru's figure holding the lantern quickly disappeared around the corner of the path, and the dim light was swallowed up by the thick fog.

The surroundings returned to dead silence, with only the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the dead trees.

"there……?"

Muramasa briefly repeated the part that concerned him, but the other party did not respond to him.

So he shook his head, turned and walked into the house prepared for him.

"Let's review it first."

The room was not big and was far from comfortable, but Muramasa didn't care too much and just sat down leaning against the wall.

"Judging from today's situation, this seems to be a civilization that has been independent of the outside world and has been passed down to this day..."

"Yes, but there are many outsiders, and some have already left..."

"Or rather, it's already happened; it was Nishans who died."

Muramasa corrected softly, saying that the death here must not be due to aging, otherwise the ghost girl would not be what she is now.

“And the fog is very thick.”

The only place without fog is the village settlement. It is impossible to tell the situation outside.

"Finally, there's what Yue Yi II Paint Six Long Medical Three Ba ​​翿 so-called, over there."

He had no idea what to do. Almost immediately, silence fell around him. He was thinking, and so was the palace administrator.

However, the silence did not last long.

Something is coming.

Muramasa opened his eyes and found that the surrounding environment was gradually shrouded in mist, and he could see clearly even in the dark.

It seems like I was not given a choice...

The hand that was originally intending to draw the sword stopped temporarily, allowing itself to be swallowed by the mist.

Instead of letting your imagination run wild, it’s better to go in and see what’s going on.

The ground beneath my feet seemed to lose its substance and began to fluctuate like the surface of water.

The simple wooden house in front of me began to flicker and distort, as if its reflection in the water was disrupted by stones, and its outline was broken down into countless tiny points of light. Everything was wiped out in the gray fog.

When perception becomes clear again, everything that was there before is gone.

The rough road beneath him was no longer a simple structure, but a smooth, moonlit, cobblestone street. The air was filled with the cool fragrance of cherry blossoms and a faint hint of sandalwood, replacing the damp, cold mist.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, shrouding the entire world in a silvery glow. In the distance, layers of palaces and pavilions stood, their eaves and corners forming solemn silhouettes under the moonlight.