Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

You have seen this place before. This is its past tense. You have leaped from the future to the present.

Paper lanterns hung from the townhouses lining the street cast a warm, soft glow, their shadows stretching long across the cobblestones. Though it was late at night, the faint sound of clappers could be heard in the distance.

A team of warriors in ancient armor, armed with spears, patrolled the streets in neat steps, the friction of their armor making a dull metallic sound.

Occasionally, you can see a few people in kimonos chatting in low voices on the street corner, or hurriedly walking past shops that have closed their stalls. The sound of their wooden clogs hitting the ground is crisp and rhythmic.

"Is this... Inazuma Castle?"

Muramasa made a suspicious guess. Although the surrounding scenery looked very familiar at first glance, there were still significant differences.

The key lies in the atmosphere - Inazuma Castle is about to hold its summer festival, and there is no trace of the statue behind the castle tower.

In my mind, the voice of the Son of God carried a rare solemnity and confusion.

"My perception has suddenly become blurry..."

"I can't see the situation at the moment. What happened on your side?"

"This way..."

Muramasa was about to answer when there were unusual movements around him.

At the end of the main road leading to the castle tower, there were sounds of fierce clashing weapons and angry roars.

At the foot of the long stone steps leading to the towering castle tower, a nimble figure was fighting hard amidst heavy encirclement.

It's Yuri Sasa.

The long sword in his hand drew cold arcs of light in the moonlight, and every swing accurately blocked the fatal attack, but his situation was obviously precarious.

The generals who besieged him seemed extremely unusual. An ominous dark purple light was faintly visible from the gaps in their armor. Their movements were extremely swift and their strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.

One of the generals wielding a spear let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and the tip of the spear, with a purple-black electric light, stabbed towards Sasahiri's side at a tricky angle.

He seemed to have eyes on his back. He spun around suddenly, and the back of his knife knocked the tip of the gun away by a millimeter.

clang--!

Sparks flew amid the harsh sound of metal clashing.

Sasayuri took advantage of the force and retreated half a step, but was met by the katana swung by another samurai from the side.

He had no choice but to duck and roll, desperately trying to avoid the slash. The sharp blade barely scraped past his helmet...

The people on the street had already screamed and fled in all directions, leaving behind only the mess and swaying lanterns.

Sasayuri's stern face was full of determination and a clear goal. He took every step with difficulty towards the castle tower, but the enemy's strange power and fearless attacks made it impossible for him to move forward.

"It seems your Tengu is fighting with the general here."

"Sasayuri?"

There was hesitation in the Son of God's words, but no surprise. On such a strange island, it would not be surprising to say that every living creature was brainwashed.

But before she could reply, Muramasa disappeared from the spot.

An elusive shadow flashed by under the moonlight, accompanied by several crisp and clear chopping sounds that were almost connected in a line.

The movements of several generals besieging Sasayuri suddenly froze, and the empty red light in their eyes quickly dimmed.

Then, their bodies separated along several smooth cuts, and the heavy armor collapsed along with the bodies, breaking into several pieces and falling on the stone slabs, making a dull thud.

The ominous purple air escaping from the broken edge made a slight hissing sound in the air and then completely dissipated without a trace.

In this sudden silence, the question directed at Sasah Yuri was particularly clear:

"what's the situation?"

After quickly dealing with this group of guys who seemed unable to communicate, Muramasa looked at the Tengu in the center, with whom he had some interaction.

Sasalis's tense body relaxed for a moment when the enemy suddenly fell, but immediately returned to normal, only because

His eyes met with the entity "Muramasa".

No answer to the question, not even the slightest intention to communicate.

He held the long sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, the blade reflecting a cold light in the moonlight, pointing directly at Muramasa.

The next moment, the stone slab under his feet exploded due to the huge force, and the whole person was ejected like a black lightning. The sword in his hand screamed and tore through the air, turning into a deadly silver arc and slashing towards Muramasa's neck.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 105: Continuous Slash

The sword that was supposed to chop towards the neck met another swifter sword light in the moonlight.

There was no deafening roar, only a clear cry as if glass was breaking.

The famous sword in Sasaryuri's hand broke with a sound, and the upper half of the blade flew into the air, drawing a sad and beautiful silver trajectory. Finally, with a "whoosh" sound, it deeply penetrated into the stone steps next to it, and continued to tremble.

The enormous force from his arm made it impossible for him to maintain his forward momentum. He staggered back several steps and crushed the stone slabs under his feet with his heels before he could barely keep his balance.

"Sure enough, we can't communicate."

Muramasa murmured in a deep voice, the expression on his face completely falling.

Tengu, whose attack was interrupted, simply lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the remaining hilt of the knife in his hand and the extremely smooth broken end. For the first time, pure astonishment and disbelief appeared on his usually stern face.

But this astonishment only lasted for a short moment before it was replaced by a determination—

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned his wrist and held the broken sword across his body like a wakizashi, lowering his body even lower and slightly bending his legs.

"Muramasa, don't hold back."

Sasalis Lily naturally couldn't hear the spiritual communication, and her whole body turned into a blurry black shadow. Her determination was not to attack, but the instinct of survival under a strategic vision.

"know."

Muramasa raised his arm, and before the tengu could escape, he condensed an iron hammer in his hand and swung it down suddenly.

The air made a sound of being overwhelmed, and the invisible pressure gathered at one point. With a dull roar, Sasaliwi's body was smashed to the ground by an invisible force!

The solid bluestone street instantly cracked beneath him, sending countless rubble and dust soaring into the sky, forming a fleeting curtain. He couldn't even utter a single cry as his entire body was deeply embedded in the human-shaped cracked pit.

The limbs were twisted at a strange angle, the black armor had been completely shattered, and the exposed flesh was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

The broken knife in his hand had already flown away to who knows where. The eyes that once burned with a raging fighting spirit had now completely lost their luster and became empty and dead.

"..."

The Son of God over there naturally saw this scene and let out a long sigh from his nose.

"Unlike before, it looks like 'this side' is a battlefield."

There was no time to pay attention to her thoughts, Muramasa changed direction.

The direction this Tengu was heading was the castle tower, which means his target...

"Sure enough, there's another one here."

As if to confirm his words, the tightly closed door at the top of the long stone steps leading to the castle tower slowly opened to both sides without any external force.

A figure stood quietly, bathed in the cool light emanating from the hall.

She was a woman dressed in a purple gown, with a dignified demeanor. Beside her, rows of military commanders stood indifferently.

They were wearing armor of a simple style, but some people could recognize it.

"The hatamoto generals..."

Like the Tengu, she had almost no intention of talking. She stood quietly in front of the castle tower like a gorgeous statue and slowly raised her right hand.

The white hand seemed almost transparent in the cold moonlight, with its five fingers slightly spread out.

Then he gently turned his wrist and swung it down decisively.

The moment her hand fell, the entire Inazuma Castle seemed to come alive.

The warriors on the stone steps took the lead in charging.

There was no shouting, only the metallic noise of armor rubbing against each other and the heart-poundingly uniform footsteps, which converged into a torrent of steel and poured towards the only living thing below the stairs.

Then, from both sides of the street, from the rooftops of townhouses, and from every dark corner, more figures emerged. They were also dressed in standard armor, and the same ominous purple light shone through the gaps.

The bowstring pulled from the distant tower emitted a continuous buzzing sound. The next moment, countless arrows flashing with purple lightning blocked the bright moon in the sky and turned into a deadly rainstorm, with a whistling sound that tore through the air, covering the completely surrounded area.

If it was when he first arrived here, Muramasa might have been worried, but now it was different——

"Projection, start."

Countless slashes that could not be captured by the naked eye of mortals formed an arc-shaped grid in an instant.

The incoming arrows were precisely cut and broken down in mid-air, turning into flying wood chips and iron pieces, and not a single one of them could fall into the center of the storm.

Immediately afterwards, Muramasa crashed headfirst into the steel torrent of samurai.

The warriors in the front row couldn't even see the movements of the oncoming people. They just followed their instincts and thrust and swung the spears and swords in their hands.

What responded to them were cold arcs of light. No matter how tricky the angle was, the result of every general who blocked their way was the same - before the weapon reached the target, they would be cut off along with the weapon.

Vertical chop, horizontal chop, diagonal cut... the body was neatly divided into several pieces. Ominous purple air escaped from the broken ends and was then blown away by the strong wind.

There was never a single moment of disorder in the forward steps. A road paved with broken limbs and shattered armor continued to extend behind Muramasa, pointing straight to the top of the stairs.

“It’s the same job again.”

Muramasa was in a trance as he hacked his way to the King's presence. But this time, there was no silver dragon blocking his way, and the enemy didn't have the same might as that one.

Under the moonlight, in front of the castle tower, only the figure of Raiden Makoto was left standing there alone.

Muramasa went up the stairs without any pause. He concentrated his killing intent into a line and turned it into a pure and unpretentious slash, which he swung towards the motionless God of Thunder and Lightning.

The sword forged from ordinary iron passed through Lei Dianzhen's body without any hindrance.

No blood, no screams.

Lei Dianzhen's body, from her brow to her waist, was smoothly divided by a perfectly straight line. Her face still wore that eternal, gentle smile, but the two halves of her body began to slowly separate.

"it's over?"

Looking at the road behind him, Muramasa's brows did not relax at all.

Although with his current strength, the enemy has no energy to fight back, but if there are no other variables, this job will end too easily.

"Chiyo hasn't been found yet."

Shen Zi spoke, but her attention was not on this at the moment.

She temporarily cut off the shared vision and focused her gaze on the witch beside her:

"Do you feel it?"

"Well, I didn't find it this morning, but I can sense it now."

The witch wearing a fox mask nodded slightly:

"My body is at Narujin Taisha Shrine 'over there'."

PS I had just finished typing, but suddenly the power went out at home!

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 106 Asmodai

"It can be considered as a little clue..."

Under the sacred cherry tree, Shen Zi rubbed his brows, and a certain hope surged in his heart:

"If you can really come back, we'll have a better chance of convincing the general."

The masked witch shook her head at this.

"You understand her temperament, and so do I."

"Now that the decision has been made, it can't be changed by a few words from you and me."

This is true. Even if the stubborn god meets an old friend, he will try to convince himself.

Do you really want to let him go? But that knife...

Thinking of the god-killing sword he witnessed when he was connected with the other party, the Son of God couldn't help but worry.

She hoped that someone could wake up Thor, but she didn't want the other person to really cut Thor in half.

As the Son of God bit his lower lip, his mind in turmoil, the witch cried out in a trance:

"Don't just stand there, the knife maker has disappeared!"