Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"Speaking of which, these mists..."

Feeling the surrounding fog gathering again, Muramasa frowned slightly. After using it, he felt more clearly the relationship between the fog and space.

Wrapping the body and sending the individual inside into another world? Now I should understand.

As for what the mechanism of the other world is, we will have to explore it in detail next.

……

Even as darkness deepened, it couldn't dampen the joy in the festival square. The bonfires still crackled, casting the figures of the singing and laughing people into elongated, distorted forms, casting them against the gathering fog.

Muramasa stood alone at the edge of the square, feeling exhausted and heavy after a whole day of running and exploring.

Although there were still many Beast Realm Hounds seen during the exploration, those "prototypes" never appeared again. This was one of the few good things, at least he didn't have to consume more magic power.

"I still can't find it..."

Muramasa sighed helplessly. In this foggy world where he was unfamiliar with everyone, finding someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

There is no doubt that Chiyoko Oni is the current core.

However, Muramasa's temptation forced her to reveal her clues, but also made her disappear.

Thinking of this, Muramasa gathered his overloaded mind and focused on the festival before him.

His gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Shin and Sasayuri.

They did not give up, and actually lifted their skirts and whispered questions to an old woman who was weaving a wreath. The worry on their faces was incompatible with the other person's peaceful smile.

The old woman just shook her head and kindly handed her a freshly woven wreath.

On the other side, several drunk men stopped Sasaryuri and enthusiastically wanted to drink with him.

The anxiety between Sasaryuri's brows almost solidified into something, but she still patiently pushed away the wine glass and continued his questioning.

Without exception, those who responded to them either invited them or changed the subject:

"Would you like to join me for a drink?"

"Play some games with the kids..."

Muramasa looked at this scene and felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Their joy is so genuine, as is their indifference.

"Welcome back, Mr. Muramasa."

The first person to speak to him was still the boy with a polite smile on his face, Aru.

"I'm so glad you came back safely."

As he spoke, he handed over the same pastry that he had seen last night.

"No need." Muramasa shook his head, his eyes sweeping over the villagers immersed in the celebration, and finally asked the question in his mind: "They... don't have a good relationship with Miss Chiyo?"

From the beginning of the festival until now, he had never seen even a hint of curiosity or concern about Chiyo's absence on the faces of the villagers.

The only ones who were worried about her were Shin and Yuuri Sasa.

"Hmm? Very good."

Aru chuckled softly, the curve of her lips as precise as if it had been measured:

"We've been friends for so many years."

He paused, his clear eyes staring at Muramasa quietly.

"But after so many years, everyone has seen through it."

"Remembering their names is a foolish and tedious task."

As he was speaking, the fog around him thickened, and it was time to enter another world...

I only heard Aru's last words:

"I wish you have a nice trip."

PS I am too tired tonight, I will post one chapter, and I will make up for the missing chapter tomorrow.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 115 Muramasa: Your (Kamiko's) friends? That's not all...

The familiar thick fog, the familiar low tide, after a brief moment of distraction, the vision in front of me became clear again.

Muramasa still stayed in front of the castle tower, where the "crime scene" was visible to the naked eye.

Just as he left.

"So, tonight..."

Muramasa kicked his legs suddenly and leaped towards the outside of the city.

Just like we did this morning at Tsurukan Island, we circled around the former Narukami Island.

The scenery was rapidly receding in Muramasa's eyes, blurring into a flowing light and shadow.

Only lines remain of the mountains in the distance, the lush forests have receded into a hazy green screen, and the occasional glimpse of a village is just a few fleeting lights.

Along the way, you can occasionally see patrolling warriors and night watchmen, but you won’t see the evil beasts that you saw on "Heguan Island".

Even though it was five hundred years ago, the difference isn't that big...

He jumped onto a towering cliff, stopped temporarily, and looked out at the island which was much larger than Heguan.

The sea surface reflects the morning light in the morning, which is completely different from the "Heguan" covered with gray fog.

He exerted his strength again, wondering whether he could cover the entire vast area in one day, while speeding towards the farther direction where he seemed to see the outline of the coastline.

The scenery in front of me suddenly became blurry!

what's the situation? !

He became alert instantly, and his perception spread rapidly in all directions.

Just a moment ago, his vision was crystal clear and the air was transparent - this fog was not naturally diffused.

He had explored the entire route before and hadn't sensed any energy fluctuations or unusual signs. Even just now, he looked ahead and saw that everything was peaceful.

Without hesitation, he quickly retreated!

The hazy fog that had just spread disappeared as he retreated. The coastline, reefs, and distant horizon were clearly visible again.

Muramasa landed steadily on a protruding reef, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the area in front of him that had returned to normal.

He then bent down, picked up a piece of sharp-edged gravel from his feet, and weighed it.

He looked again at the front where the fog once appeared but was now empty, and shook his wrist.

call out!

The rubble was thrown out instantly, shooting towards the seemingly empty area with a sound of breaking through the air.

At the moment when the gravel flew past a certain invisible critical point——

The familiar thick fog emerged out of nowhere again and instantly swallowed the stone without making any sound.

"It seems that the size of this space also has a limit."

The voice of the Son of God sounded at the right time.

"Not surprisingly."

Muramasa replied, "To be honest, I initially suspected it was a dream."

"But after seeing those guys on the island, I felt like 'this side' must be another world."

"If it's not the real world, then it's normal for boundaries to exist." The Son of God spoke with a matter-of-fact ease.

"An incomplete stage..."

Muramasa pondered, withdrawing his gaze from the invisible boundary. By viewing this place as another world, many incongruities began to make sense.

Turning around and looking inland again, the towering Yingxiang Mountain looked particularly solemn and majestic in the morning light.

The voice of the Son of God sounded again, with an imperceptible solemnity in his tone, and even a hint of softness that was not easily noticed by others.

"Now that we're here, why don't you go visit Narukami Taisha Shrine?"

"Narojin Taisha Shrine?" Muramasa was a little surprised. This proposal sounded more like sightseeing, which was incompatible with the current tense atmosphere.

"Hmm." The Son of God responded softly, and paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, or as if he was listening to a voice he could not hear.

"Since this world is a fragment of the past, it must have drawn upon some memories from the ley lines of the earth."

The ley lines gather all the memories of Teyvat, which is not difficult for Muramasa to understand.

"And as the chief priest of Narujin, the traces I left in the ley lines should be enough to leave something there."

She paused, her voice becoming softer. "Besides... this 'old friend' of mine also said that there's something there... that she needs to confirm."

In her voice, she pronounced the three words "old friend" particularly clearly, and the emotions contained in them were complex and difficult to understand.

"Friend? Your friend..."

Muramasa thought about the people she had mentioned before, and subconsciously wanted to say, "Aren't they all dead?"

Of course, the desire to survive stopped him—

"I can hear you."

There was a hint of unclear meaning in Shen Zi's words, which made Muramasa sweat a little, but this time he did not accuse the other party of eavesdropping on his thoughts.

"Let's go."

He didn't dare hesitate any longer, fearing that the other party would question him again. He exerted force on his feet, and his body turned into a sharp arrow, rushing towards Ying Xiangshan.

"But you're right, 'she' is now... a dead person."

……

The foot of Yingxiang Mountain soon appeared in sight.

Compared to what it would look like five hundred years later, the stone steps on the mountain road here seem to be more rugged. Although the red cherry trees planted on both sides have grown into lush shade, it can still be seen that they are still young, not as twisted and weathered as those in later generations.

The higher you go, the clearer the air becomes. You can faintly hear the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the faint sound of bells coming from the distance.

"There's no sign of repairs on this road..."

When the Son of God's voice rang out again, it had lost its previous heaviness, becoming ethereal and ethereal, and even the frivolity in his words seemed to have changed its tone:

"Look at those stone lanterns. Their styles are different from the ones we have now."

"She... always complains that the fox statues made by the craftsmen aren't majestic enough, so she often goes to make her own comments. As a result, the things she makes end up looking a bit silly."

"Later, he even insisted on learning design on his own..."

Her tone was light, as if she was telling a funny story, but the sadness in her voice was so thick that it permeated every word.

It just scattered in a hurry until finally it came to a complete stop.

Beside Shen Zi, the fox saint just listened without interrupting her memories - it was a rare experience to hear a eulogy while alive.

Continuing up the stone steps, the outline of the magnificent shrine complex gradually emerges among the crimson cherry blossoms.

The vermilion torii gate, the quaint worship hall, and the "sacred cherry blossom" standing on the top of the mountain, protecting the entire island.

Standing here, you can overlook the scenery of most of Mingjin Island. The morning light casts a warm golden edge on the villages and fields in the distance.

Occasionally you can see people going up the mountain to draw divination sticks, and you can also see a few figures dressed as shrine maidens quietly sweeping the courtyard.

This scene should be no different from the last thing Huzaigong saw in his memory.

The voice of the Son of God came faintly, with a hint of guidance:

"Go left and go through the torii gate over there. She's right there."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 116 What is your name?

"Compared to this, I actually have something more important to worry about..."

Before going to meet the Kitsusai Palace that the Son of God had been waiting for, Muramasa stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong?"