Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

She said this as if she was comforting a naughty child.

Then he withdrew his hand, and before Muramasa could react, the hand covered the back of his knee.

Instead of the expected soft touch, Muramasa felt a huge hole that penetrated his skin, flesh and bones.

It was as if beneath her palm was a bottomless abyss, where silent hunger lurked.

This feeling... is so familiar.

It was exactly the same as the emptiness that surged in his heart every time he forged the sword to the point of selflessness, wanting to burn himself to ashes.

"You felt it too, didn't you, Mr. Emiya?"

The voice of Kitsaigong was very close, the warm breath brushed past his ears, and his suddenly constricted pupils were reflected in the golden eyes.

"This... feeling of being right here, yet feeling as if it could be swallowed up by an even larger void at any moment."

There was no trace of cunning in her smile anymore, only a kind of understanding that was almost compassionate.

pat.

In the palm of her other hand, the crimson cherry blossoms suddenly sprouted.

Can leaves sprout?

Before he could think about it, the tender branches shot out from between his fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye. The tiny flower buds swelled and bloomed in the blink of an eye, and then turned into heavy crimson fruits that rolled onto the wooden steps.

"Oh?"

Kitsusai Palace exclaimed softly, pure surprise shimmering in his golden eyes, and then he raised his arm:

"How impatient! 'They' are coming right now?"

"We should have waited until the fourth day..."

Without waiting for her to finish, Muramasa suddenly raised his sword without a word, and the cold blade slashed diagonally from bottom to top, cutting the white fox in front of him into two.

Before the voice in his head could sound, Muramasa suddenly shouted:

"Calm down, stupid fox!"

"This guy has been dead for a long time——"

The blade passed through, but there was no expected feeling or sound of flesh and blood being torn apart. It was as if the blade was not cutting through a body of flesh and blood, but a bunch of plump fruit full of juice. The juice in it was not juice, but -

An indescribable stream of light emanated from the broken section of her body.

It is impossible to tell where it lies on the spectrum; it is more like an overturned palette leaving a burning mark on the iris, which slips away silently in an instant after falling in, leaving only the perception of "existence".

Muramasa subconsciously dodged quickly, his body slightly out of the shrine, and fell to the foot of Yingxiang Mountain, watching the colorful light rushing from the sky to the distance.

The color was fleeting, and it was almost impossible to see where it was drifting to, but after it passed, the changes became almost continuous.

From the cracks in the stone steps, emerald green ferns gushed out like a tide, instantly covering the ground;

Dark brown vines snake around the base of the vermilion torii gate, and bright red buds bloom and release stamens in the blink of an eye.

Even the gnarled roots of the sacred cherry trees bulged and swelled, and new branches broke through the bark, sprouting leaves and blooming in an instant.

The lush canopy overhead completed the entire process from bud to full bloom in just a few heartbeats, squeezing the already lush crown tightly.

Once he was entangled by that thing, he was finished. Muramasa had no regrets and his body immediately turned into a spirit and disappeared in the air, devoting all his magic power to increasing his speed.

"Haha~ It's a shame this conversation ended so quickly."

Seeing the other party leave, Kitsusai's expression was filled with regret, as if it wasn't her who was cut open by the other party just now. After a brief moment of regret, she immediately smiled again:

"But it's okay. There's always next time. I'll wait for you to 'come back' next time."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 118 Self-Satisfaction

Muramasa's shout strangled Shen Zi's wandering thoughts, and the empty nostalgia finally returned to his body.

"……call."

The Son of God repeatedly spoke the air of the present-day Mingshen Taisha Shrine, trying to pull himself back from the shadow of five hundred years ago, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Kousai-kun, do you feel anything?"

She looked at the miko behind her, the afterimage of "Konisaigumi" beside her.

Even though she doesn't have that face, she doesn't have that aura.

"Ah."

Seeing the Son of God return to his usual appearance, she breathed a sigh of relief, but also teased him in her heart.

Compared to me, is it him who can bring you back to your senses better?

"That is indeed my body. Although I didn't steal my own memories, I can indeed feel some connection..."

……

"So, Kitsusai's body has probably been transformed into some kind of 'vessel'."

Somewhere far away from Yingxiang Mountain, Muramasa was leaning against a tree, listening to Shen Zi's analysis.

"What just appeared is probably only a small part."

"Last time, a monster appeared that was playing with space. Is this time it's from the realm of 'life'?"

Muramasa let out a somewhat exhausted sigh. Although he knew from the beginning that this matter would be troublesome, he did not expect it to reach this extent.

The Yingxiang Mountain in the distance has transformed into a sea of ​​life, green, pink, blue and yellow, filling the place up.

Even if you don't see the flowing color, you know that this silent wave is sweeping from the shadow to the mountain top and in all directions.

Muramasa's afterimage flew rapidly through the mountains and hills. He didn't even need to look back to sense how the crazy "vitality" behind him was rewriting the entire world's landscape.

The fish and shrimp in the stream swelled to terrifying sizes in just a few breaths, then turned up their white bellies.

The corpse was tightly entangled by the water plants and vines that suddenly emerged, and in a blink of an eye, the stream turned into a pool of thick soup with a fishy green color.

The unripe fruits on the roadside skipped the ripening process and became large and plump. Their rich sweet fragrance even overwhelmed the scent of grass and trees in the forest.

If one did not know the source, anyone would think that this was a fertile land blessed by God.

Muramasa paused briefly above a farmland by the sea and looked down at the people working below.

Below, several farmers who had just been working in the fields were stunned by the crops that were growing miraculously, and then broke into thunderous cheers.

"A gift from the Grand Master! It's a gift!"

An elderly farmer was so moved that he burst into tears, fell to his knees, and kowtowed repeatedly towards Ying Xiangshan.

With trembling hands, he broke off the most colorful and plump melon from the vine, wiped it again and again with his sleeves, and couldn't wait to bite it.

The next moment, the ecstasy on his face froze.

“Pooh! Pooh, pooh—!”

The old man suddenly spat the melon flesh in his mouth onto the ground, his entire face distorted with intense nausea.

The flesh that was spit out still had a shiny and bright skin, but inside it was a rotten mass that emitted a sour and rotten smell and flowed with turbid juice.

He looked at the honeydew melon in his arms in disbelief. The boisterous cheers on the ridges of the fields gradually stopped, turning into some questions and wails.

"The color disappeared?"

While Muramasa was observing, the color had disappeared from his sight.

It was at this moment that a warning sign arose in my heart.

Nearby?

Muramasa's eyes swept from top to bottom in an instant, but he didn't see any trace of anything until the moment the body fell to the ground -

He felt as if a piece of the ether that made up his body was missing, flowing outwards uncontrollably, being swallowed and absorbed by this unusually prosperous land.

Muramasa groaned and immediately increased his speed to the limit, completely moving away from the land where the "harvest tragedy" was taking place.

He fled for several miles in one breath, until the strange "vitality" wave behind him was completely thrown away, and then he landed on a remote coastal reef with a gloomy face.

That seemingly prosperous land, despite its huge fruits and gorgeous flowers, was now just a beautiful empty shell rotting and stinking.

“…What should we do?”

The voice of the Son of God sounded in his mind, and he had regained his composure, but beneath that calmness.

"Everything on this island is more bizarre than the last."

Muramasa looked at his calf. Although it was not seriously injured, the sense of loss had not been made up and still lingered vaguely.

"I'm afraid that's how it is here, 'squeezing' power over and over again."

According to previous experience, it should take quite some time for it to leave naturally.

Until then, this color will permeate every corner of the world.

"But you already have a plan, right?"

Muramasa did not comment. He just looked towards the direction of Narukami Taisha Shrine again and looked at the people who were destined to be exploited again.

“…Having said that, this old man.”

His eyes swept over those who still knew nothing one by one. He couldn't save them because they were not alive.

That's right, they are depriving this world of all life and returning to that container.

As long as they leave this world, no matter what they want to do, it will be out of reach.

And that mist can help him do this, just step over it...

But, we have to do something.

"Projection, start."

The "Flying Thunder String Vibration" that once appeared on the Naruto Grand Shrine appeared again in Muramasa's hands.

Then, the same sword appeared in his hand.

"Don't waste your energy..."

The Son of God stopped speaking halfway through his words of advice.

After a moment's silence, she curled the corners of her mouth as if accepting her fate and sighed softly in her heart.

He's really a complete idiot...

"Yes, this is just the 'self-satisfaction' of this old fool."

This sudden response made the Son of God feel nervous. Could it be that he could also read minds?

But Muramasa didn't respond to her. Ripples appeared in the space around him, and something slowly spread out with him as the center.

"I can't save you."

The surrounding land spread red, and the sea in the distance was boiling under the evaporation of magic power.

The lush vegetation spread to the vicinity of the red and then stopped silently, and the land became barren with nothing for them to plunder.

“I don’t know if this is what you want.”

More than a dozen phantoms of weapons appeared on the ground around him, then quickly disintegrated and merged into the sword in his palm.

But he wasn't looking, his gaze was fixed purely on the distant mountains.

"So, just consider it as my own self-satisfaction."

The bowstring was slowly pulled, and the sword used as an arrow was stretched and twisted in the glow infused with magic, and finally reshaped into a long arrow wrapped in red electric light.

The next moment, the bowstring suddenly rebounded.

The arrow left the bowstring for a long time before a dull sonic boom rolled in, shaking the sea water beneath his feet into a circle of white waves.

At the moment the arrow left the string, Hu Zhaigong, who was far away on the top of Yingxiang Mountain, seemed to sense something and stood up slowly.

"I'd like to talk more... You're quite impatient, Mr. Emiya."

The next moment, a light powerful enough to evaporate everything engulfed her figure, along with her last smile and whisper.

A red meteor streaked across the sky, its trajectory pointing precisely to the top of Yingxiang Mountain.

A white light brighter than the sun suddenly lit up on the top of the mountain, and then expanded into a perfect sphere, engulfing the entire Naruto-jin Shrine and half of the mountain.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the roar of the earth-shattering collapse finally came.