Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

He practically squeezed the name out through his teeth. There was no surprise in his voice, only an unexpected yet understandable annoyance.

"Rasputin?"

Chapter 126: Do you believe in gravity?

"Hmm," the priest hummed with satisfaction, his voice still steady and low, resonating like a church choir. "No, not exactly. Forged Heroic Spirit."

"The 'me' in your memory and the me in front of you are as different as you and 'him'."

He spoke slowly and steadily, and every word was clearly heard by Muramasa, like a sermon.

"So, please allow me to correct you. My name, my current name is—Kotomine Kirei."

"Hmph, it's just a new skin." Muramasa snorted coldly, "No, or rather, it's been replaced with its original skin. The 'stench' in the bone ball is even stronger."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the blue-clad druid leaning against a pillar behind Kotomine Kirei:

"And that guy behind you... Grimm, why are you hanging out with that guy?"

The guy who was named grinned, revealing a sharp smile, and stood up straight.

"Hey, old man, your eyesight is good, isn't it?"

There was a hint of cynicism and familiarity in his tone, and then he looked at Muramasa and spread his hands:

"Well, although I'm reluctant, this guy and I... can be said to have a certain fate that cannot be ignored."

There was also disgust in his eyes when he looked at Kotomine Kirei, and the other party was obviously aware of this and accepted it frankly.

Immediately, the Sage Grimm sighed, looked around at the surroundings that made him feel a little uneasy, and scratched his head and sighed:

"Really? Whether it's you, the stubborn old blacksmith, or that little brat, you always end up getting into the most troublesome places."

That brat?

Muramasa's expression froze for a moment. Of course he knew who the other party was referring to, and of course he knew the relationship between the other party and the owner of this body.

However, this is not something he would bring up on his own initiative.

Sure enough.

As he made his judgment, Sage Grimm confirmed his thoughts with a single sentence.

"And don't use that name in this place—just call me Cu Chulainn."

"Why are you here?"

Before asking this question, Muramasa already had some guesses in his mind.

The two people before me do not exist in this world, but are simply from...

"Your memory."

The deep, magnetic voice confirmed his thoughts, "More accurately, it's 'you' and your memories that have drawn us, those of us connected to 'both sides,' to this place."

Kotomine Kirei opened his arms, as if embracing the festival grounds shrouded in darkness.

"We didn't come here on our own accord, Emiya Shirou. We simply responded to this feeling, a pull that came from a distant, yet unmistakable source."

"Ha, that's a nice thing to say."

Cu Chulainn, standing by, scoffed and interrupted Kotomine Kirei's sermon-like speech:

"To put it bluntly, it feels like something has dragged me here. As for why I'm here... who knows?"

"Then I will ask you something."

Muramasa projected a katana and thrust it fiercely into the ground in front of him:

"You have no goal, and no reason... So, to me, what are you? Enemies, or allies?"

"Huh, enemy?"

Cu Chulainn seemed to have heard something funny. He scratched his ears with his fingers, his movements not very graceful, his eyes as sharp as a spear point:

"Do I look like the type to side with this guy and cause trouble for you?" He curled his lips in Kotomine Kirei's direction, not hiding his disgust. "Don't be ridiculous. This damn place is weird no matter how you look at it, and the three of us have been dragged in here for no apparent reason."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his red eyes staring directly at Muramasa.

"So, the answer to your question is simple. I will assist you until we leave here, or rather, until this boring farce is over."

His answer was clear and concise, without any hesitation.

Muramasa's gaze shifted away from him and finally fell back on the priest who always had a gentle smile on his face.

Compared to Cú Chulainn's frankness, the man's very presence was a threat.

Kotomine Kirei felt his gaze, and the curve of his lips seemed to deepen. He placed his hand on his chest, gently touching the silver cross.

"My answer is the same."

He spoke, his voice still in the tone that could calm the believers in the church.

"If I had to ask why, it's because..."

He paused, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"I am a priest."

“A priest’s duty is to guide the lost lambs, bear witness to the suffering of the world, and at the end of the story, offer prayers and salvation for the deceased.”

His words sounded high-sounding, and every word seemed to be soaked in holy light, but when put together, they made Muramasa feel a chill deep in his bones.

What this man called "assistance" was probably completely different from Kusanagi Qiulin's concept.

"Whether it's the villagers who offered the sacrifice, the young man who was sacrificed, or this land where tragedy keeps repeating itself... they are all worth bearing witness to."

Kotomine Kirei lowered his eyes slightly, "I hope to see with my own eyes what the end of all this will be like."

"To this end, I am very happy to offer my humble contribution."

"..."

Muramasa was silent.

He knew that the other party had not told a single lie, but that was precisely why it was even more disgusting.

This guy knows that he is evil and has no intention of hiding it. He is extremely pure.

Muramasa gripped the hilt of the knife stuck in the grass in front of him, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

The next second, the sword was pulled out of the ground with a "clang" sound, bringing up some dirt.

The blade drew a cold arc in the night, and then returned to nothingness.

This action was his answer.

"Let's go. I still have some things to confirm today."

In any case, having two more considerable combat forces is a good thing for him.

"Old man..."

The Son of God in her consciousness spoke carefully, and she seemed to have noticed something.

I know.

Muramasa strode towards the Storm Wall, responding to the voice in his head:

They are also "fakes", things pieced together from my mind.

Just like Sasayuri and Shin, but when they first appeared, they first "formed the world" and then extracted images from the "world".

Different from now.

The two men behind him made no comment on his advance. Cuchulainn, who had taken the first step, preferred to be closer to the red fellow than to the priest.

At the end of the team, Kotomine Kirei's mouth blossomed into the brightest arc of the night.

He was not lying, and this incident was indeed worthy of witnessing, but what was truly valuable was not the event itself.

"It's you, Emiya Shirou... No, Sengo Muramasa."

PS I had diarrhea for three days and I was almost dying.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 127 Testing Strength

Muramasa stepped into the milky white curtain without any hesitation.

The cold and damp touch instantly enveloped his entire body, until ripples in space spread around Muramasa, and the fog retreated awkwardly.

"roar~"

Cu Chulainn raised his eyebrows, saw something, and sighed with admiration.

"Humph, this is such a disgusting place that no one likes."

Cu Chulainn's voice came from the front, with a hint of suppressed irritation.

Before he could finish his words, a low roar, as if coming from deep in his throat, tore through the silence.

coming.

Muramasa was not surprised, as this was also his purpose - to find out how different these "fakes" were from their originals.

The fog rolled, and three swift black shadows swooped down from different directions.

Their eyes, flashing with ominous purple light, were clearly locked onto their respective targets.

Beast Realm Hound.

It was not their prototype. After confirming this, Muramasa gave up drawing his sword.

"A small fry should behave like a small fry."

Cu Chulainn obviously noticed this, but he didn't mind.

Facing the hound that pounced on his back, he just waved his hand back nonchalantly.

A crimson rune suddenly lit up in the air. The rune was imprinted in the air like a branding iron, and then exploded into a ball of blazing flames.

"Ow—!"

The hound didn't even get to let out a complete scream before it was burned into flying black ash in the flames.

At the same time, another hound that pounced on his side encountered an invisible barrier composed of several runes that appeared out of thin air.

The hound crashed headfirst into the wall as if it had hit an indestructible wall. Its entire body was twisted and deformed by the huge impact force. It flew backwards wailing and dissipated in mid-air.

The whole process went smoothly, and the druid in blue didn't even pause.

Muramasa looked at the last one, and just a glance made the slightly larger beast hound change its target and lock onto the priest at the end of the team.

Kotomine Kirei still had that gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were gleaming with a glint as if he had seen a new toy.

%<弍氿（六）九哟三卅把/翏He took a step forward, lowered his body slightly, and took a steady boxing stance.

"Roar!"

The hound roared, its body transformed into a streak of purple-black lightning, its sharp claws going straight for Kotomine Kirei's throat.

Its movements were so incredibly fast that they even left a faint afterimage in the air.

Kotomine Kirei turned his body to the side, and his right arm was like a pillar, accurately blocking the deadly claws.

"boom!"

There was a dull sound, the collision of flesh and shell.

The priest's body shook, and he was actually knocked back half a step by the force of the blow.

The hound used the force to roll in the air, landing steadily on the ground with a threatening growl in its throat.

"Oh?"

Kotomine Kirei uttered a low hum of interest and glanced at the cuff of his black cassock, where a cut had been made.

"Interesting, the attack carries a erosion curse."

Instead of feeling awkward, the curve of his mouth became even more joyful.

The hound didn't give him more time to evaluate and attacked again.

This time, its figure became more erratic, sometimes turning into purple light, sometimes solid and pouncing, with sharp claws and fangs attacking from all kinds of tricky angles.