Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The words were like thunder, and the Son of God realized that during the brief period when his vision was cut off, the connection with the swordsmith had become blurred again.

"Damn..."

This time, the Son of God was really panicked and wanted to stabilize the ambiguous connection between them.

"Don't worry," seeing the Son of God like this, the witch behind her patted her shoulder and felt with her:

"It looks like he's triggered something and may have entered a deeper world."

The connection did not continue to dry up as imagined, but maintained an extremely subtle scale, continuous, but no more information could be sensed.

Noticing the little fox beneath her palm still trembling slightly, she added a rare hint of teasing to her voice, attempting to lighten the overly heavy atmosphere. "Come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen you act so out of control since I handed the responsibility over to you, right? When you took over as Chief Priest of Narukami Taisha Shrine, you didn't even raise an eyebrow."

After she said this, Shen Zi realized that his worry was almost beyond the limit:

"Yeah...what's wrong with me..." She asked herself softly, her fingertips unconsciously entwined with a strand of falling cherry-colored hair.

Have you been too busy recently?

She glanced at the afterimage beside her calmly, and sighed in her heart: In front of Kitsai Palace, it seems that she will always be the little fox whose thoughts can be seen through.

The person next to her was the reason why she had been so busy in the past month——

After calming himself down, the Son of God placed his slightly cool palm on his smooth forehead, closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to dispel distracting thoughts and reconfirm his own state and perception of the outside world.

"Let's wait and see." Hu Zhaigong felt that her emotions had calmed down a little, and his tone became a little more relaxed, even with a hint of familiar playfulness. "So... should I ask someone to send some fried tofu over to calm my nerves?"

"……Need not."

Hearing the words "fried tofu", Shenzi subconsciously put his finger, which had been stained with something, to his lips. He sniffed it without even noticing before slowly saying:

"The fried tofu in the city is becoming less and less flavorful these days."

……

"Suddenly there was no sound."

Muramasa wanted to ask some other questions, but he suddenly lost the signal from the other end.

Should I wait here, or...

Just as he was concentrating and on guard, trying to sense the vague "connection" again.

hum...

A faint trembling sound spread out from the space behind him. Muramasa's mind moved, and he suddenly flashed forward almost relying on his honed instinct!

However, the surrounding scenery did not change at all. His legs had already exploded with strength, but his body did not move at all.

Space is like fragile silk, torn into a hideous crack by a pair of blunt scissors, and turbulence overflows from the cracks in the world.

Unable to move——

Muramasa's pupils contracted, and all his strength was channeled into the empty space, allowing him to finally understand the situation.

The surrounding space is restricted and cannot be broken free by brute force.

You can't rely on strength alone, you need to use the power of equal dimension or similar field to compete with it.

Inherent barrier——

Muramasa had a slight understanding, but something strange suddenly happened before his eyes.

A pair of arms suddenly emerged from the crack without any warning. The lines of the arms were graceful and smooth, and the upper half seemed to be covered with ink-colored silk.

The hand made no sound, but gradually approached.

If we get caught, it’s all over. We don’t know where we’ll be taken.

"arrive…"

Without time to think, his lips moved until the first word jumped from his tongue:

"To arrive...here, is...infinite, delve into..."

The mental world inside the body was activated, and the space around him loosened slightly, and a silver light suddenly appeared in Muramasa's palm.

The violent demonic energy wrapped around his wrist, causing his arm to go numb. What he projected was none other than the demonic sword Yaegaki Muramasa.

However, this blade wasn't the original one that held his wish, so even if he wielded it, it wouldn't be satisfactory. But as a blade tainted with fragments of his ideal, it still possessed some power to sever cause and effect.

Naturally, the objects to be cut off also include—

Muramasa waved his arm, and the restrictions in the surrounding space were also broken.

It became.

However, before he could move, a large, inexplicable black block suddenly grew out of the crack, almost instantly swallowing up the surrounding large space.

"...You really won't give up?"

He knew that the blade in his hand posed no threat here, but even with an uninvited guest of this magnitude, Muramasa had no intention of surrendering.

I can’t care about anything else. Even if I have to use my Noble Phantasm, I have to take this place...!

"Stop... I have no intention of becoming your enemy."

Feeling the movement of Muramasa's hand, a female voice pretending to be calm came out from the void in front of her eyes.

At the same time, a sky filled with stars silently lit up in the "sky" above. A gentle glow poured down, illuminating the figure of a tall woman in mid-air, and a cross of stars surrounding her, gleaming with a mysterious golden light.

She slowly floated down from the sky, her dazzling golden eyes fixed directly on the swordsmith below who was about to unleash the power of his treasure.

"Then, tell me your name." Muramasa continued to gesture, his hand raised mid-air, his hands clenched in the air, his gaze filled with murderous intent. If the other party made the slightest move, he would completely annihilate this space and her.

"The Ruler of the Sky," the white-haired woman clearly sensed his determination and hovered in the air a few steps away from him, "Asmodai."

“…What is that?”

What's strange is not the name, but the prefix. Muramasa doesn't understand what "Sky Rule" means.

"Hmm... Kong means space, which literally means the governor of space."

She seemed to be hesitant about how to explain, and her answer was a bit clumsy. After seeing Muramasa's expression, she coughed lightly and slowly added:

"You can understand it as an existence above those 'Seven Worldly Rulers'."

Why does it feel like... this guy is a little dull? No, this isn't the time to think about this.

Muramasa was thinking, and before he could ask any further questions, the other party gave him the answer he wanted.

"I came here to meet you—the benefactor who liberated me from my predetermined fate."

Asmodai's lips curled up into a smile. Seeing his hand loosen slightly, he skillfully landed in front of him, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading.

"Or... my new master."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 107: The Inherent "World"

Benefactor? Master?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Muramasa had no recollection of saving such a little girl. If he had, he would definitely have some impression.

“It’s normal not to have any impression.”

Asmodai smiled, looking at his doubtful expression, his majestic golden eyes narrowed slightly:

"Before I showed up, you were stopped by that little girl."

then……

Space Archon... Little Girl...

The self-proclaimed "magical girl" and his first encounter with her flashed through his mind.

And there is the finger pointing to the sky.

"When I forged that sword?"

Asmodai nodded in satisfaction at this answer, and the smile on his face softened a lot.

"Just casting a prying gaze into that space, I felt like something in my body was severed."

A sword that cuts off karma, cuts off past karma, cuts off destiny... After further elevating that wish, what is created is the Holy Sword of the Star that belongs only to Muramasa.

Just like how he had previously broken through the opponent's spatial restriction with just a brief chant, the mere existence of that sword had set up the restriction of "clearing both past karmas".

A little bit... I don't think I have expanded the mental world so many times?

"So, at that time, you..." Muramasa's voice was inquiring, trying to understand the reason for the existence of the girl in front of him.

"After that, I've been hiding here."

Her slender white fingertips suddenly stretched out and gently touched Muramasa's heart.

"Borrowing your space has helped me to remove a part of my fate during this period, although the price is not small."

Muramasa had no objection to her borrowing his inherent barrier, but he still took a half step back, his face showing an inexplicably complicated expression:

"Anyway, I understand why you're here."

"So, why did you bring me here now?"

After hearing Muramasa say this, a look of worry appeared on Asmodai's face.

She set up a spatial restriction, temporarily weakening the other party's connection with Naruto Taisha Shrine, and waited for this perfect opportunity.

Unexpectedly, the other party still broke free, and it took more power to pull him into this world:

"To give my future master a welcome gift before I fall asleep, and to pay the rent."

"I didn't expect that I would be almost kicked out before that."

Who knows if you are a friend or an enemy...

Muramasa silently complained, then asked:

"Forget about the master, it just feels a bit strange. And... why is he sleeping?"

After asking, he felt as if the space around him had solidified again. It was obvious that Asmodai in front of him was saying "Don't hide".

"As the shadow of Heaven's Law, it's not that easy to retain power while breaking free from its control."

She stepped forward again, this time placing her entire palm on Muramasa's chest, injecting streams of pure energy into it:

"I will help you stabilize this unstable world within you, so that even if it doesn't unfold, it can still exist as an independent world."

Muramasa was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought that this "Noble Phantasm" could exist as an independent world.

Moreover, one of the major difficulties in deploying an inherent barrier is that it needs to erode reality before it can appear. Whether deploying or maintaining it, it requires a considerable amount of magic power to counteract the reaction of erosion.

What's more, a world that belongs to you alone has countless benefits.

"Besides," Asmodai added, "I'll be staying with you for quite some time. If you die along the way, and that world disappears with you, wouldn't that mean all my efforts will be in vain?"

"I'll do you a favor so that even if you disappear, I won't be caught off guard."

It's really direct...

After hearing her say this, Muramasa felt a little relieved.

If the other party suddenly appeared just to help him strengthen the world, he would find it a bit weird.

A powerful yet unusually gentle energy occupied Muramasa's heart. Using that energy as fuel, he began to forge his inherent barrier.

……

…………

During the energy transmission, the injection was almost unimpeded, but at the same time, silence also spread.

"Don't you want to question it?" The consul suddenly felt insecure after being trusted so suddenly.

"No...how should I put it? Although I don't know whether what you said is true or not, I can still see some things."

Those eyes stared at the woman in front of him. He didn't take the initiative to provoke her, but he could see through some cause and effect.

"...Humph, then you'd better trust me like this next time."

Asmodai didn't say anything else. At the same time, golden light shone brightly in her eyes. Crystal-clear golden light flowed into Muramasa's body along her palms. At the same time, she uttered a faint sound of doubt.

It seemed that there was more than just that world inside his body. He hadn't sensed it when Asmodai was staying inside, but now from his almost bird's-eye view, he could feel a subtle frost.

This is convenient for me...