Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

There was a hint of doubt in Shenzi's voice. She didn't understand why Muramasa suddenly stopped when he was about to see "her".

"this place……"

Muramasa didn't look back. Based on his previous experience—the feeling he had when he deployed the inherent barrier against the Hollow Dog—he saw the worlds overlap.

"If we go 'outside' from here, we should be able to reach the Storm Wall."

The same world, which needed to be protected with such a grandiose storm, also had a "demon god" wandering within it.

So, what's going on here?

If both are part of a ritual, then what role does this side play?

"..."

The Son of God was silent.

Of course she understood what Muramasa meant, and her willingness to confirm it was wavering.

Muramasa said no more, just sighed, followed the invisible guidance, and passed through the ancient vermilion torii.

Passing through the old vermilion torii, the view suddenly opens up. The sacred cherry tree symbolizing Inazuma has not yet been trimmed into the shape of a fox.

In front of the tree, a man was standing with his back to Muramasa, watching over the cherry tree.

The neat snow-white short hair swayed in the cherry blossom breeze, but the pair of fox ears, which were even whiter, remained motionless.

Sensing someone coming behind her, Madam Baichen finally turned around.

The golden eyes had the same laziness as that of Yae Miyabi, but with a touch of playfulness.

She was wearing a gorgeous and solemn shrine maiden costume, red and white, with delicate patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem, and a red skirt on the lower body.

"Oh, are there guests coming?"

"...児引伞服&$崎久溜山耳..."

The pink fox over there was also distracted at this moment, staring blankly at the figure of this one, and seemed to be muttering something, but Muramasa could not hear it.

She tilted her head, her golden eyes gazing at the uninvited guest with interest, the corners of her mouth trembling as the curve became more pronounced, with a hint of fox-like cunning.

"You don't look like a local, judging by your attire. Are you here to pray at Narujin Taisha Shrine? Or are you..." She took a light step forward, her red skirt swaying slightly, "are you lost?"

The crisp sound was like a wind chime, knocking on Muramasa's heart and breaking the brief stagnation in Yae Shinko's mind.

……

"...Mistress Baichen, sir."

The voice echoed in Muramasa's consciousness, and the emotions even penetrated through the blocked connection.

The voice no longer had the usual laziness and calmness, only a trembling voice that was about to overflow.

"Son of God."

The other "Kushizaimiya" behind her called out softly, trying to pull her back from her wandering thoughts.

But even though it is still the Fox Palace, it lacks her spirit and demeanor. How can it compete with the living "Mistress Bai Chen" over there?

……

Muramasa remained silent. He could feel that the Son of God was looking through his eyes, greedily imprinting the figure in front of him that had long disappeared in the long river of time.

Seeing the other party remain silent, the white-haired fox shrine maiden was not annoyed, but rather found it even more amusing. She slowly walked around Muramasa, as if admiring a strange and newly unearthed antique.

"Hmm... There's the smell of a knife, mixed with something... very distant."

She stopped beside Muramasa, her nose twitching slightly and her skin slightly undulating.

Those golden eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts:

"You're not just an ordinary traveler, are you?"

Muramasa finally spoke, his voice so calm that no emotion could be heard:

"Just an ordinary person passing by, attracted by the sacred cherry tree."

This is a foolproof excuse.

"Oh? Are you just attracted by the sacred cherry?" Kitsaigong chuckled, with undisguised teasing in his smile, "I thought it was my charm that attracted you."

"This guy... still has no self-control."

The Son of God's voice sounded again, although it was still erratic, and his tone still contained that familiar yet unfamiliar sense of nostalgia, which made Muramasa frown.

Kitsusai-no-Miya was completely unaware that she was being "judged" by two "old friends" five hundred years apart. She simply put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to Muramasa. Her golden pupils reflected his calm face.

"From the looks of you, you look like a samurai, right? Since you're here to admire the sacred cherry blossoms, why don't you... chat with me?"

Facing the intimate invitation from Kitsai-guni's all-seeing golden eyes, and the orchid-like aura he exhaled, Muramasa chose the least volatile response:

"it is good."

"Haha, that's good."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Hu Zhaigong stood up with a sweet smile and put some distance between them.

She stepped barefoot on the quaint steps without making a sound, and turned around gracefully, her red skirt spinning in a soft arc.

"Then please follow me. Talking in front of the torii gate seems a bit disrespectful to the guests."

She led Muramasa towards the huge and sacred cherry tree. Crimson petals drifted down in the gentle breeze, landing on her snow-white short hair, her pure white shrine maiden's clothes, and Muramasa's silent shoulders.

"...Once upon a time, I sat under this tree with you..."

The voice of the Son of God sounded faintly in Muramasa's mind, with a hazy feeling of being immersed in the past.

"She would tell me all sorts of interesting stories, teach me magic, and also..."

Kitsusai stopped beside a flat patch of tree roots, sat down elegantly with her legs crossed, and spread her gorgeous sleeves in front of her. She patted the empty space beside her and gestured to Muramasa.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Samurai. The view here is the best. You can see the entire sky shining through the gaps in the cherry blossoms."

Muramasa sat down as he was told, and the sunlight filtered through the layers of cherry blossom branches and leaves, turning into mottled spots of light.

The silence did not last long, as Husaigong was the first to break the tranquility.

He didn't continue with his previous slightly frivolous teasing, but adopted a more peaceful tone. However, the inquiry in his golden eyes remained undiminished.

"I haven't asked yet, Mr. Samurai, what is your name? Judging from your demeanor, you don't seem to be from Inazuma."

Muramasa raised his eyes and met hers. He wanted to answer the name, but after a moment he remembered the "suggestion" of a child.

"Don't reveal your real name..."

Having said that, I haven't thought about what to call myself?

Muramasa felt uncomfortable, but the other party's inquiry forced him to utter something quickly:

"...Emiya Shirou."

As if by some strange coincidence, this name, which shouldn't have appeared in his mind, suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Just call me Emiya Shirou."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 117: The Homeless "Fake"

"Emiya...Shirou?"

Hu Zhaigong savored the name between her lips and teeth, her golden eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

"It's an interesting name."

She didn't think much about it, but just nodded slightly, as if to remember the title.

Her gaze slowly turned to the giant tree beside her, and she stretched out a hand, letting the crimson cherry petals fall into her white palm.

"Mr. Emiya, you said you were attracted here by this sacred cherry tree."

"So what do you think of it?"

"...It's quite beautiful," Muramasa replied succinctly, his gaze shifting upwards to gaze upon the lush canopy. "Or perhaps I should say, magnificent?"

"Yes, it's magnificent... so magnificent... it's even a little unreal."

Hu Zhaigong murmured softly, and the sharpness belonging to Mistress Bai Chen quietly emerged in her words.

She slowly closed her palms, wrapping the petal inside, and her pure golden eyes looked straight into Muramasa's:

"Strangely enough, I see it every day, sit here and feel its breath. It's so familiar, like another part of me. But..."

She tilted her head slightly, and a strand of her snow-white short hair fell to her ear as she moved, and her fox ears trembled slightly.

"In my distant memory... or rather, when I 'existed', there was clearly no such sacred cherry tree."

Her words were gentle, but they set off a huge wave on the other end of the link in his mind.

"……What?"

For the first time, the Son of God's voice lost the haziness that separated it from time, leaving only pure astonishment and confusion.

"What is she... talking about? Shenying... has always been here... since I can remember... no, since even longer than that..."

Kitsusai Palace seemed completely unaware of the impact his words had caused, and was just waiting for an answer.

"Don't you find it strange, Mr. Emiya? Something that should be incredibly familiar, yet incredibly strange."

Her words seemed to be directed at Shenying, but in fact they were directed directly at the man in front of her.

The things a person is most familiar with are his or her own memories and body.

But what about you?

[Your memory belongs to "Senko Muramasa".]

【But it is a fabricated "fake" and does not exist. 】

【Your body belongs to "Emiya Shirou."】

[But you are Sengo Muramasa, you simply borrowed his body to create this "fake."]

They trap you in the middle, leaving you wandering within your own body, making you "homeless."

Therefore, you have only one goal: to complete the "task" and "commission." Only in this way can you relieve your depression.

[Treat your body as firewood and burn until it is finished.]

[But it’s no longer effective now. Your “miracle medicine” has expired.]

"Relieve" depression; it won't go anywhere.

You can't just walk away, right? So, it's back.

[The momentum is greater than ever before...]

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense in other people's heads."

Muramasa shouted softly, interrupting the unknown voice in his head and also interrupting the next words of the fox man in front of him.

But Kitsaigong was not frightened away by the invisible hostility. Instead, his golden eyes narrowed even deeper.

"Aiya~ It seems my words touched upon something... very interesting."

She still maintained that slightly forward-leaning posture, her eyes piercing into the gaps in Muramasa's disguise.

Muramasa lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding her gaze that seemed to see through everything.

"…I just remembered some unpleasant things."

Using the most outdated excuse, he tried to mend the rift, while at the same time, he slowly clenched his palms.

"Something unpleasant...?"

Kitsusai Palace repeated softly, her snow-white hair brushing against her smooth cheeks: "Many times, unhappiness comes from ourselves~"

Before she finished speaking, her hand resting on the tree root beside her trembled.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the air seemed to be swept away by an invisible shadow, and a slight chill was fleeting.

Kitsusai Palace noticed something strange about his body, looked at his slightly trembling hands, and smiled helplessly and dotingly.

"See, even it sometimes misbehaves."