Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The terrifying shock wave spread out in all directions with the mountain top as the center, tearing a huge hole in the clouds.

Visible white waves violently washed over the entire island, the forest bowed down like waves of wheat, and weak trees were faltering, some even uprooted.

The mountaintop where the shrine once stood has now been completely wiped off the map.

Instead, there was a huge bowl-shaped depression, with wisps of green smoke rising from the center of the destruction...

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 119: Otherworldly Things

"Welcome back. 1FthiyisanII2jiuer"

The moment Muramasa regained consciousness, the first words he heard were from Aru who had just said, "Take care."

"..."

Muramasa did not reply immediately, but just looked back at the Taoist priest.

"You look uneasy. Should I pat your shoulder?"

Seeing the other person's unprecedented serious expression, Aru just responded with a polite smile and raised his small hand to pat his shoulder.

"You are a terrible imitator."

He didn't respond to Aru's words, and the heaviness almost overflowed from his words.

"Hmm? Oh...you actually miss me so much."

Aru tried to put on a sad expression, but the muscles on her face weren't quite under her control, so she only managed a half-hearted look of sadness.

"So, is there something on your mind?"

He seemed to know that his artificial expression was useless, so the next moment, he pushed the corners of his mouth back to the corners of his eyebrows.

"Which one are you referring to?"

"You thought of that first."

Muramasa asked subconsciously, and the other party seemed to answer subconsciously. Silence stretched between the two for a while.

Finally, Muramasa couldn't stand it anymore and said:

"How much do you know about what's going on over there?"

"Not much," Aru's smile remained unchanged, "only the ones that the guests occasionally talked about."

"But most of the time, villagers just think they are dreaming."

"...What is that black mountain in there?" Muramasa recalled the blasphemous scene he witnessed after he shot the sword before leaving.

……

The curling green smoke did not dissipate as usual. When it reached a certain point in its rise, it was suddenly captured by gravity and sank to the bottom of the huge bowl-shaped scorch pit below.

The wave of "life" still extends outward, and even though the cradle of its birth has been destroyed, its pulse has never stopped.

But it doesn't matter now.

From the center of the destruction, from the sunken bottom of the bowl, a dark liquid oozed out without warning.

With the sound of boiling oil, the sticky fluid quickly overflowed from the edge of the huge pit.

Immediately afterwards, the amount of liquid increased exponentially, and in an instant it formed a black torrent.

It originated from the erased mountain top and rushed and spread madly in all directions.

Wherever the wave passed, whether it was the strange flowers and plants that had grown huge and gorgeous due to excessive growth, or the lush forests that had survived by chance, they all withered and rotted the moment they came into contact with the black, and finally disintegrated into ointment-like black mud that was no different from the wave.

In just a few breaths, the earth turned into a black swamp with an oily sheen.

"...Tsk."

A low gasp escaped Muramasa's throat. He knew full well that his arrow had merely ripped open the packaging, completely exposing the chaotic truth within.

"What is that..."

The voice of the Son of God sounded in his mind, with a hint of trembling.

But Muramasa did not answer, his entire mind was focused on the center of the expanding black land.

The green smoke there was entangled with the black source, rising slowly, and something was struggling to squeeze out from the black quagmire.

The green smoke there entangled and merged with the black source, slowly rising. Something was struggling to squeeze out its shape from the black quagmire.

A huge creature raised its trunk from the mud, and its "grown" size far exceeded the part that Muramasa had previously cut off.

But it didn't stop. It continued to "grow," to expand. A dark creature with the outline of a giant tree was born. Black mud slid down its body, acting as a lubricant, allowing it to break free from a place far smaller than itself.

The first things to break free were the branches of the giant tree. The number of huge black bars, which far exceeded the number of both hands, spread out in an instant. The size of one of them alone was far larger than the trunk of the sacred cherry tree.

Then, they stretched out as if they had just woken up, wriggling slipperily in the sky.

Stretching requires breathing, so countless holes and cracks of varying sizes appeared on the "trunk", as well as:

“…Gah—uh—” “Guoooh—yaa ...

Muramasa couldn't help but take a half step back. What echoed in his ears was the last screams squeezed out of the throats of thousands of people who had hanged themselves. In a blink of an eye, the hoarse and noisy decibels rose to a level that his eardrums could no longer bear.

The "roots" that had not yet been "born" also started to move at the same time, completely breaking free from the corridor that brought it here.

Snapped--

Several disproportionately hooved feet emerged from the mud, stomping haphazardly to maintain the balance of their massive body. Every time they landed, they carved a bottomless depression in the black swamp, splashing foul-smelling mud all over the air...

……

"Black Mountain? Hmm~"

After listening to Muramasa's narration, Aru didn't rush to explain anything. Her calm and deep face just smiled in silence. After a long while, she started again:

"Although I don't quite understand what this mountain is."

"However, this is probably something that Miss Miyuchiyo has seen before."

"She?" Muramasa was stunned, then relieved.

After all, she has been here for five hundred years, so if anyone is involved, she is probably the only one.

"Although I haven't heard anything like that from her, I have heard it from other people."

"other people?"

"Well, my job is to welcome strangers, remember?"

He counted on his fingers, telling every visitor about his life:

"Some claim to be famous adventurers, others claim to be generals from Narukami Island..."

"In two or three days at the least, or a few months at the most, they will all be gone."

I've said a lot in one breath, but I haven't seen them anywhere...

Muramasa thought about it, and thought about the state at night, and frowned:

The night is a battlefield where there can only be one winner.

But it seems that not everyone will die... and not everyone will disappear...

Either way, counterexamples can be found.

Of course, Aru was unaware of the storm in Muramasa's heart and continued on her own:

"But the same thing is that they've all been there, just like you. Some feel it's just a long dream, while others, like you, firmly say it's another world."

"So, naturally, some people have said the same things as you, and some people have said things you haven't said."

……

In a cave near the bay, a female demon with one horn and one hand opened her eyes and breathed heavily like a fish coming ashore.

“Haaaa… Haaaa…”

Her mind was almost completely occupied by the scene of death she had just seen.

It wasn't that death was so terrifying; in fact, she had died many times, but it was the behemoth that had killed her...

She had the impression that she had seen that thing.

The location of the giant was projected within the body of the otherworldly beast that swallowed her.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 120: Inside the Belly of the Beast

The memory did not emerge slowly, but quickly like a red-hot iron, burning into her brain cortex.

The sweet and rotten smell and the sticky feeling of black mud in the memory were revived first, followed by the sea breeze and the iron smell of the battlefield.

Miyu Chiyo stood in front of the formation, holding a naginata in his hand and a katana hanging on his waist, reflecting a cold light in the dim sky.

The morale of the shogunate army behind her was high simply because their "demon" general was standing there.

"Roar--!"

Accompanied by roars unlike those of any mortal creature, the inky sea surface exploded, and an endless tide of black beasts crawled onto the mudflats.

"The Way of the Ordinary is magnificent, the Mingshen is eternal—"

Chiyo was the first to rush into the enemy camp, and the long sword in his hand rolled up a violent storm.

Each swing would slash through several monsters along with the polluted ground beneath their feet.

Wherever the sword flashed, the pitch-black monster turned into ashes, but the vacancies would immediately be filled by more of its kind from behind, as if the inky ocean was their inexhaustible source.

She was in high spirits of killing, the blood of the ghost clan boiled in her body, making her tireless and forgetful of fear.

However, as time went by, a heavy feeling of powerlessness began to slowly erode her heart along with the distant tide.

Endless killing.

There's no way to kill all of these things.

The soldiers around him kept falling down, their screams were drowned out by the roar of the beast tide, and they became an insignificant part of the battlefield.

The battle line was pushed back inch by inch, and the balance of victory was tilting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But she had to hold on, believing that the generals in the rear and Husai Palace would find a solution.

At this moment, all the monsters seemed to have received some silent command and stopped roaring and attacking at the same time.

They parted to the sides like the receding tide, making a path to the ocean.

An unprecedented pressure came from the end of the road.

The huge monster slowly rose from the inky sea.

It has a ferocious and majestic body like a tiger, but behind it is a giant long tail covered with black scales.

It does not look like a creature from the abyss, its aura is completely different, as if it comes from some unknown realm.

Chiyo's heart sank. She knew this monster was the core of the beast tide. If she could kill it, this nightmare might end.

"You, hold the line!"

She shouted loudly to the remaining soldiers behind her, and then, with brute force bursting out from her feet, she rushed towards the otherworldly beast like an arrow.

The monster's roar responded to her.

Chiyo only felt a buzzing in her head, the scene in front of her eyes was instantly distorted, and the hand holding the knife also paused.

It was during this brief pause that the gigantic snake's tail tore through the air, sweeping over with the sound of wind and thunder!

Chiyo twisted her body forcefully, raised the naginata in her hand from bottom to top, and accurately blocked the path of the snake's tail.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening. Chiyo felt an irresistible force coming from the blade, and her knuckles instantly cracked, splattering blood everywhere.

She was knocked flying by the ground and crashed into the group of beasts behind her, creating a bloody mess.

“Gah!”

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

But the ghost tribe's strong physique allowed her to stand up again in an instant, and the fighting spirit in her eyes burned even more fiercely.

The energy in the body was highly compressed and condensed into a nearly tangible energy film, tightly attached to the blade of the naginata in his hand.