Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Immediately afterwards, the energy membrane began to vibrate at a high frequency that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and emitted a sharp "buzzing" sound that seemed to be able to tear apart space.

This was her fighting skill, unknown to the outside world, in addition to her sharp sword skills.

She leaped high into the air, leaving a shadow in the air. She clenched the buzzing naginata in both hands and chopped it down fiercely at the huge tiger's body below!

"Heaven—punishment!"

With a resolute roar, the vibration energy on the blade broke away from the blade the moment it was swung, spreading out explosively and transforming into a huge energy dome that completely enveloped the gigantic otherworldly beast!

It was just a hum at first, but in the blink of an eye, the vibration suddenly increased a thousand times!

“Ouch——!!!”

A shrill roar came from the dome. For the first time, the beast from outside the world let out a roar of fear.

Its body twitched violently under the horrific resonance, its indestructible scales cracked and peeled off in large pieces, and dark purple blood gushed out from countless cracks.

But it also responded, opening its huge mouth while trembling, and a huge black mouthpart "popped out" from its mouth.

Chiyo had just used all her strength and was so close to the giant beast that she had no time to dodge. The monster's mouthparts spit out surrounded her like flyweed, and a huge shadow enveloped her in an instant.

The beast, half of its body covered in blood, seized this unique opportunity and, using its last bit of strength, swallowed the mouthparts back into its stomach...

At the end of this darkness, she thought there would be death.

But then the squeezing sensation disappeared.

Miyu Chiyo found herself "floating." There was no up or down, no left or right, no wind, and even no entity. She was in a vast and cold starry sky.

"Below" her, there was a planet suspended that she had never seen in her life, or perhaps she could see it every night.

It was huge, pale, and desolate.

The surface is covered with large and small, grayish-white circular depressions, like scars left by repeated impacts from some giant object.

There were no clouds, no water, no signs of life, only an eternal silence. This scene made her feel a strangeness and chill from the depths of her soul.

Her eyes were drawn involuntarily to the pale earth, and at first she thought the huge black shadows rolling across it were mountains.

But soon, she saw clearly.

That's not a mountain range, it's a "forest", a living forest.

Incalculable black "giants" are rooted in the pale earth, and their "branches" stretch out in a disgusting posture in the airless vacuum.

Countless holes and cracks on their "trunks" are wailing silently and eternally.

They were spread across the entire sunlit side of the planet, and there were so many of them that she couldn't count them.

What she faced before was a "leaf" falling from the boundless black forest.

A fear deeper than death itself gripped her mind.

“…You must be joking!”

A roar that was almost like collapse exploded in her consciousness, but it was useless. It was only when she heard a singing voice that she could feel the knife at her waist again in this space of consciousness.

She didn't think about whether she could cut open the giant beast that was devouring her, nor did she think about what she would face after cutting it open.

——Cut it off completely.

The knife flashed, and the starry sky and the terrifying forest in front of him instantly shattered like a mirror. Along with the sticky touch of torn flesh, light poured in again.

Miyu Chiyo's body rolled out from the corpse of a huge monster that was split in two and fell heavily on the cold ground.

She won, she survived.

However, the scenery that is imprinted in the soul can never be erased.

As long as you close your eyes, the endless black forest on the pale planet will grow wildly in the darkness.

She began to fear the night, afraid to look up at the starry sky, for fear of seeing the moon covered with black trees again.

She was going crazy.

The black world filled her entire field of vision, prompting her to swing her sword at her friend and her monarch.

Then she heard it, only after her body was torn apart did she hear it, she heard this faint calling coming from the depths of the distant sea fog.

I couldn't hear what was being said, but I could understand.

It was promising her, promising to shield her from the terrifying starry sky. So, she followed its guidance, as if fleeing, coming... and going...

Go to this place...where you can't see any stars.

PS I originally wanted to have many rounds, relying on the characterization of each person to show the story, but I felt that people might not like to watch it, so I condensed it into 2.5 rounds.

The first round is almost over, and as for the second round... although I like it very much, I don’t know what you guys think, so let’s wait until I write it out.

Haven't people been asking about "other heroes"? Here they are, though not in the normal sense.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 121: Five Hundred Years of Memories (4k words)

After arriving, the nightmare stopped.

But the battle did not.

The promise in that voice led Mikoto Chiyo into a thick fog that never dissipated all year round.

There was no obstruction, and "salvation" was right in front of her vision.

When her mutilated body stepped onto the island called "Heguan", milky white mist surged in from all directions.

The ghost tribe's powerful self-healing ability has healed the wound on her left arm that was cut by General Lei Dian, but the faint pain still reminds her that the battle was not a dream.

She's not the only one on the move.

Near an abandoned sacrificial site deep in the island, she met several other "kindred spirits".

A taciturn ronin, his right arm severed at the shoulder, his left hand always tightly resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist;

A woman who always covered half of her face with a black cloth, her exposed skin covered with horrific burn scars;

There was also a pale and haggard scholar who always held a scroll wrinkled by moisture, and from time to time he would cough heart-wrenchingly, each time as if he wanted to cough out his own lungs.

There was no need for them to exchange words. The moment their eyes met, Qi and Si could understand the story in each other's eyes - that was the aura of a fellow being abandoned by the world.

On this isolated island, the aggravation of their injuries stopped, and this was the only reason they stayed here.

The indigenous people of the island showed a simple hospitality to these uninvited guests.

They smiled sincerely and repeatedly mentioned that they would hold a grand ceremony for the great "Lord Thunderbird".

Heguan in the daytime appears quiet and peaceful under the cover of thick fog.

When the dim halo completely sank below the sea level, at some point after nightfall, a strange change occurred silently.

Miyu Chiyo just felt a wave of sleepiness coming over her. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, the world had turned upside down.

The thick fog that enveloped the entire island disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A cool, bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow.

But she had no time to appreciate this long-lost night view, because the feeling of her left hand drew all her attention.

She raised her left hand, and her five intact fingers appeared particularly clear in the moonlight.

She tried to clench her fists. The long-lost feeling of strength and the touch of muscle contraction were so real that she wanted to cry.

All the wounds on his body have healed, his severed arm is as good as new, and the endless power flowing in his body has returned to its peak.

After a brief moment of ecstasy, there was deeper fear.

In this overly clear "Crane View", there is no one else except them.

Just at this moment, a cold voice sounded in the heart of each of them without any warning.

Kill them and live.

The words are without any emotion, and it is even hard to tell whether they are words or not, but just a vague feeling.

The slight joy of the body's recovery was instantly extinguished.

Several people took a step back almost at the same time, keeping their distance cautiously.

The tacit understanding of sympathy that once existed between them was gone, replaced by naked suspicion and undisguised murderous intent.

The first and second nights were spent in extreme confrontation and tense silence.

No one dared to close their eyes, weapons were held tightly in their hands, and everyone was waiting, or rather, enduring.

The devilish whispers continued to erode their last remaining sanity.

On the third night, the taut string finally broke.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The first one to collapse was the ronin.

He let out a wild beast-like roar, his face full of madness and despair, and pounced on the scholar closest to him.

The balance was broken, and the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything.

Miyu Chiyo's pupils shrank. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to go back to the state of being tortured by fear day and night.

So he could only hold the knife at his waist tightly, and the ghost clan's blood boiled again because of this pure murderous intent.

The battle was short and fierce.

There is no glory, only the ugliest life-and-death struggle.

When everything fell silent, only Mikami Chiyo was left standing, her body covered in blood that did not belong to her.

The voice that had echoed in her mind for three days also disappeared.

On the fourth day, the thick fog arrived as expected, and the world returned to its original state, and she also turned back into the one-armed ghost.

Last night's life-and-death fight seemed like an absurd nightmare, but the fatigue coming from deep within her body and the absence of "other strangers" around her reminded her that it was all real.

She stood numbly in the crowd, watching the jubilant islanders perform the final ceremony of the festival.

She saw the young man named "Aru", who had a clear singing voice that seemed to be kissed by the gods. He was surrounded by people and walked towards the towering altar step by step.

He was considered the ultimate "gift" to the Thunderbirds.

Blood dyed the altar red, and the boy's singing stopped abruptly. He was nailed to the platform. After the spear pierced through him, the red liquid filled the container below and offered it up.

She thought this was the end, a ridiculous death.

However, the sun on the fifth day, or rather, the dim halo, rose as usual.

When Mikochiyo woke up from extreme exhaustion...

Not far away, the armless ronin, the disfigured woman, and the sickly scholar were all "alive" intact, but their faces were even more pale than when they first met four days ago.

Just then, an islander walked past her carrying a fish basket, still with that simple smile on his face.

"Good morning, stranger! Today is the first day of the festival! Be sure to pay close attention!"

Mikochiyo froze in place, her blood freezing in an instant. She rushed over and grabbed the islander's shoulder.

"What... did you say? What day is it today?"

The islander was startled by her action, but answered as a matter of course:

"It's the first day. We all know you arrived four days ago. But the festival only started today~"

At the same time, the few outsiders who had "come back from the dead" also came over, and each of them had the same expression on their face as hers.

They obviously also remembered the fighting at night and the young man who was sacrificed.

Michiyoko turned her head stiffly and followed their gaze—

The boy named Aru was giving them a standard smile.

A new round of festivals began as scheduled.

During the day, Mikami Chiyo and the "resurrected" outsiders watched the islanders' sacrifices and celebrations.

When the fifth night fell, the world changed before her eyes.

She was ready to face the silent battlefield again, but after opening her eyes...

There is no desolate sacrificial site, no cold moonlight, and no enemies lurking around.

Instead, it was her hometown, Inazuma Castle, which she longed for but also feared like a tiger.