Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The image of the sharp-tongued pink little fox flashed through her mind, and she suddenly realized how much time she had spent outside.

Muramasa still had his arms crossed over his chest, his facial muscles tensing, as if he was hesitating about what sound to make.

The voice in his head was frivolous and charming, with just the right amount of laziness and a knowing cunningness that seemed to be able to draw anyone's soul away:

"Alas... five hundred years... "

"How did you get yourself into a worse state than a stray dog ​​on the street?"

However, when Muramasa recounted it, it sounded so stiff and funny.

The words were harsh, yet wrapped in a strange familiarity, exactly what the Yaejinko would say.

Even though the voice was funny and stiff, Michiyo could still tell it was true.

She seemed to be able to see that in the days long past, the pink fox was just like this, wagging its tail and saying the most caring words in the most irritating tone.

The tears finally broke through the dry dam, slid down her dusty cheeks, and created two wet grooves.

"Why...why would you..." She spoke incoherently. She wanted to ask so many questions, but couldn't complete a single word.

"Of course I'm here to laugh at you."

The words of the Son of God came out from Muramasa's throat, barely retaining a hint of ridicule:

"I heard that the famous General Oni Chiyo has been playing house here for five hundred years."

"Why? Do you think killing people is more fun than hunting animals~"

"..."

Chiyo was speechless. She had killed countless people during these five hundred years of comfortable life.

There was no psychological burden when he took action, which made her almost want to nod in agreement.

"It seems I was right."

Muramasa's face, which did not belong to the Son of God, drew an extremely incongruous arc that imitated "knowing everything".

As for why Muramasa wanted to replicate her expression... maybe it was some kind of naughty old man's psychology at work.

"You're enjoying it."

"Isn't it?"

Muramasa moved his shoulders uncomfortably, as if trying to shake off the feeling of being possessed by a fox that did not belong to him.

"Not angry? It seems these five hundred years have worn you down to the point where you've even retracted your claws."

The Son of God chuckled, his laughter filled with undisguised pity.

"Speaking of which, since you like this 'guarding' game so much, I have a new scenario here."

These words made Chiyo suddenly look up, her bloodshot eyes full of confusion.

"……what?"

"Don't look at me like that. The Inazuma Castle you're familiar with, the 'Shogun' you're loyal to, is putting on a great show right now."

Muramasa's face twitched, and it was probably the smile that Shen Zi wanted to show as if he was watching a good show, but in the end he gave up.

So weird.

"Have you ever heard of the play called 'Eye Hunting Order'?"

"Eye Hunting Order?"

As Muramasa recounted the story, he felt an inexplicable physical aversion.

It's not about the things that were being recounted, but about the fact that the guy who wanted to carry out his willful behavior had no clear self-awareness at all.

"……impossible!"

Miyu Chiyo wanted to deny it outright, but...

"This is a fact."

Muramasa added this sentence by his own will, not by his guilt.

The facts are irrefutable and do not need to take her feelings into consideration.

"So, you can't die yet."

"We still need you to wake up that 'idiot god'."

Muramasa completely took over the right to speak.

"I didn't say that~"

Shen Zi complained softly, but she did not object to the title.

Even she, the "Palace Chief", didn't want to refute it, which showed that there was nothing wrong with what she said.

"..."

Chiyo is still hesitant. This is her chance to "try again." She has a part to play in opening the Eye Hunting Order.

"But how do we leave here?"

Let’s not talk about what will happen after she leaves here, let’s not talk about the things she fears, she doesn’t even know how to leave now.

Moreover, she had been lost and lived in this isolated place for five hundred years, and her body had been frozen in a near-death state for five hundred years.

"And…I can feel it."

Miyu Chiyo stretched out her only remaining hand, feeling something missing from her body:

"My body is already connected to this island..."

Every time her memory faded, she could feel a piece of her body being peeled off, and "this place" showed no sign of returning.

"that is it?"

Muramasa's tone was pure confusion, as if this was a technical problem that was not worth mentioning, and there was even a sense of disgust, as if "I thought it was a big deal."

"It's connected to the island...that's all?"

He repeated it in a low voice, as if confirming a stubborn impurity.

"Then things will be simple."

"..."

Miyuchiyo was stunned.

Simple?

"Hey, old man, don't make it sound so easy."

The voice of the Son of God echoed in his mind, with a hint of dissatisfaction. But Muramasa ignored it and continued to speak:

"Since every 'death' deepens your connection with this place."

His gaze fell on Chiyo's intact hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Then I'd better die again."

The moment the words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Miyu Chiyo's pupils suddenly shrank, and she subconsciously took a half step back, staring at the man in front of her warily.

Was she going to...die again? She no longer wanted to endure the pain of having her consciousness shattered and her soul crushed.

"Ha, I knew it."

Shen Zi let out an unsurprising sneer through Muramasa's mouth. Although it seemed a little strange coming from that serious face, the sarcasm in it was undiminished.

"Are you scared?"

"I thought you were used to it."

"..."

Chiyo bit her lower lip and didn't refute.

Get used to it? How could I possibly get used to it?

Every death is like a torture, but the cycle of reincarnation has numbed her perception, making her mistakenly believe that she no longer cares.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to go through that again."

Muramasa finally spoke, interrupting Shenzi's "mental attack" and not repeating her words - of course, the previous sentence came from his heart, and the evidence of the trial was self-proclaimed.

"What you call 'death' is simply being recycled and reshaped by this cycle."

"And what I want to do is to liberate you from this world."

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 123 The ghost decided not to be a ghost anymore, so what to be? A ghost.

"Anyway, that's it."

Muramasa ended his explanation briefly and let the shocking plan ferment in the dead air.

He has given the path: choose to continue sinking in the endless cycle of reincarnation, or gamble on this only chance for complete liberation.

The choice is hers.

"..."

Chiyo didn't answer immediately.

She subconsciously lowered her head, her gaze penetrating the thin mist and landing on the still bustling festival square below.

Muramasa followed Michiyo's gaze downwards, looking in the direction she was looking.

There, after searching for a long time without success, "Shin" and "Sasayuri" were now frowning.

"……it is good."

After thinking for a long time, the ghost Chiyo finally decided not to be a "ghost" anymore.

"There's still some time. Do you need to wait for you to say goodbye to them?"

"Although they were merely fake creations, they have at least lived with you for five hundred years."

"..."

Looking at them, Miyu Chiyo's heart twisted again, and Miyu Chiyo's heart was tightened again, and her eyes fell on those two faces that were extremely familiar and yet extremely unfamiliar.

How to face them?

Is she, who forcibly "awakened" and "created" them, now going to say, "Hey, I'm leaving, you guys just wait to die here"?

This question is ironic.

However, seeing the genuine worry on their faces, the emotion from deep in their memories ultimately prevailed.

"...Yeah." She responded softly, then jumped down and ran towards the festival square.

"Alas...it was you who was moved by compassion and wanted to help her, so why did you have to use me as a lobbyist?"

The voice of the Son of God sounded in his mind again, and that sigh almost included "you dead tsundere" and "your mouth is harder than a rock".

"You're so long-winded..."

Muramasa pursed his lips. "I just think that it would be more useful for that guy's friends to persuade him than an outsider."

When he said this, he realized that Alu was still watching.

So he restrained his expression and asked the calm young man:

"What's the matter with you keeping looking?"

Aru didn't reply immediately, but her eyes looked like she was looking at a commodity.

Three seconds later, the smile deepened:

"No, I was just thinking... after Ms. Chiyo left, you will be the winner "this time", right?"

"... Maybe?"

In fact, after thinking about this, Muramasa still felt a bit overwhelmed: "I don't know how to deal with that black guy this time."

Aru's answer was unusually smooth, as if she had already prepared it and was just waiting for him to ask:

"Don't worry, you've already won, so you shouldn't have dreams anymore~"