Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Faced with this ghostly enemy, Kotomine Kirei completely gave up on long-distance probing and stomped his legs down to take root.

His arms waved, making a dull sound of breaking wind.

The fierce posture of Bajiquan unfolded in his hands, meeting the hound's uncertain attack.

However, the Beast Realm Hound's ability to fold in space caused most of his attacks to fall into empty space.

A heavy punch hit the afterimage, but all the force was lost into the air and had no effect.

When its strength was exhausted, the hound suddenly pounced again.

"Qiang!"

He threw out several black keys, trying to block the hound's movement.

But the monster just flashed its body and easily passed through the gap of the black key. Its purple claws scratched across the priest's chest, making a series of harsh friction sounds.

The cross collided with the claws, flying a few sparks.

Kotomine Kirei was forced back again, and his breathing began to become a little faster than before.

He is very strong and his fighting skills are top-notch.

But facing such unreasonable enemies, his combat system against "humans" and "demons" seemed a little powerless.

Muramasa saw this scene, which gave him a clearer understanding of the "essence" of this priest.

Meanwhile, Cu Chulainn, who had already resolved his own problems, folded his arms and leaned against a fog-soaked dead tree trunk, watching the priest's struggle with great interest while letting out an undisguised sneer.

"Hey, Father, do you need my help? You seem to be having a hard time."

Kotomine Kirei ignored his taunts, his entire attention focused on the prey in front of him.

Sweat trickled down his temples, but the expression on his face was one of pleasure, immersed in "suffering" and "overcoming."

"No need."

He responded in a low voice, a hint of suppressed excitement in his voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and faced the hound's attack again regardless of everything.

He gave up all defense and allowed the purple-black claws to tear his left shoulder.

At the same moment, his right hand had already gripped the hound's neck tightly like an iron clamp.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out in the silent fog.

Kotomine Kirei's arm muscles suddenly exerted force, and with pure physical force, he broke the monster's neck vertebrae.

The Beast Realm Hound let out a short, mournful wail, and its body quickly turned into black dust and dissipated into the air.

Kotomine Kirei stood where he was, his robe on his left shoulder torn, blood slowly seeping from several wounds so deep that the bone was visible, and a faint black aura lingered around the edges of the wounds.

"..."

Muramasa withdrew his gaze and commented to himself.

That "fake priest" was indeed not as strong as he had been when he fought against him, and his level was far from that of a Heroic Spirit Servant.

"So, Red, where are we going?"

After the priest dealt with the hound, Cu Chulainn lost interest and asked about the existence of this place.

"there."

Muramasa gestured towards the storm wall ahead; they were now at the foot of the wind.

"So, what is this thing? A barrier?"

Cu Chulainn felt this majestic giant that stretched across the sky and earth, and always felt that it was somewhat similar to those things that isolated the anomalous belt.

"I'm afraid so."

Muramasa briefly explained to the new helper:

"This place is essentially like a ritual. As for the core - it's obvious. It's behind this thing."

"I just want to confirm whether this thing can be opened."

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 128

The surrounding fog retreated further, and the "inherent world" was expanded even larger by him, but he still could not sense any information about what was behind the storm wall.

His space was blocked on this side of the storm wall, otherwise he could go directly there with just two jumps.

"I can't get through... The defenses here are tighter than I thought."

"Well, why else would there only be a few fish that slipped through the net after five hundred years?"

The voice of the Son of God sounded faintly, and the fish that escaped the net that she was talking about were not the hounds, but the "prototypes" that never appeared again.

Although there will always be cracks in the barrier over the long years, they don't have that much time.

"In that case..."

Before he finished speaking, a crisp sound like the collision of irons rang out around Muramasa, and one sword after another shining with a cold light appeared out of thin air around him.

Then he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

The dozen or so swords suspended in the air responded and shattered into pieces, turning into points of light that converged towards the point where his palm was pointing.

Finally, the light converged, and a sword that was much wider and heavier than any previous one appeared in Muramasa's hand.

Muramasa gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pouring all his strength into the blade, and fiercely slashed down at the wall of storm that separated heaven and earth:

"Aha--!"

A huge sword energy burst out, carrying with it the heat and destructive edge left over from forging, like a white raging wave, roaring towards the storm barrier.

When the sword energy that was powerful enough to split the mountains touched the storm barrier, the entire barrier remained motionless, and only the howling storm silently absorbed the swordsmith's hostility.

The violent sword energy was torn, worn away, and decomposed inch by inch by the countless storms, and was finally completely swallowed by the storm, leaving only a tiny crack in an instant.

"Tsk..."

As the sword energy dissipated, the temporarily cast sword in Muramasa's hand also let out a wail, and the blade was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and then completely disintegrated.

……

Festival site

It was the same festival as when Muramasa first came, except there were fewer people and more people.

"So the noise last night was caused by you guests?"

Aru listened to Muramasa's statement and nodded silently in response.

Last night, people in the village could hear the loud noise coming from behind the altar from a long distance away.

"One moment there was a cutting sound, the next a burning sound. The villagers all thought that Lord Thunderbird was angry."

There was a lot of complaints in his voice, but whether it was his own wish or his acting skills was a question mark.

After he complained softly, he changed the subject and his eyes became a little deeper:

"However, you came to me specially, it shouldn't be just to explain this, right?"

Aru's gaze lingered on Muramasa for a moment, then swept over the two "new companions" behind him—

The fake priest had blended into the crowd naturally with some sweet talk. His magnetic voice and bewitching tone were making a group of old ladies smile.

On the other side, Cu Chulainn was more at ease, arm wrestling with several strong men from the village. His hearty laughter could be heard from afar, leaving no doubt that he was one of the people here.

"I looked around this morning," Muramasa said, cutting off the conversation and getting straight to the point. "Makoto and Sasahiri are both gone."

"Really? This is the first time I've heard of this."

Aru's expression didn't change at all, as if she wasn't surprised at all.

"But since Miss Chiyo has already left, isn't it normal for them to follow her?"

He was also present that night when Chiyo was telling her past, so he "knew" the inside story.

He continued to explain in a calm tone:

"They are not true outsiders, but shadows that exist based on Miss Chiyo's memories. When the real body leaves, it is only a matter of time before the shadow disappears."

"but……"

Muramasa was about to open his mouth to refute, but Aru seemed to see through his thoughts and said it for him:

"But even if it were to dissipate, it shouldn't be so swift and without a trace. This isn't the first time Miss Chiyo has been 'defeated,' so... someone must be behind this, using some means to accelerate the process."

He paused, his eyes sharpening, as if he were solving a puzzle.

"And, not more, not less, there are exactly two 'old' copies missing, and two 'new' copies added. So, this isn't a simple addition or subtraction, but... a replacement."

"Because there are commonalities...similarities."

The voice of the Goddess echoed in Muramasa's mind, continuing what Aru had left unfinished. The young man seemed to sense this silent exchange and fell silent at the right moment, leaving a blank space.

"They don't truly 'exist' in this world. They are individuals created after being extracted and completed from 'memories'."

"Just like I can vaguely sense that something is living under the sacred cherry tree 'over there' - because of our similar identities and similar circumstances, we were able to exploit the 'loophole' in the rules here."

"I'm afraid the changes this time are also based on the same logic...it's just that the person behind it exploited it more deeply and thoroughly than I did."

"..."

Muramasa remained silent.

Aru's words and Shen Zi's supplement confirmed his guess, which was even more specific and in-depth than he thought.

To some extent, these words are also a subtle acknowledgement of one's own.

I did it, but I can't say it clearly, so it's up to you to "guess" the truth.

"...These are just my wild guesses."

The sharpness on Aru's face instantly faded away, and she returned to her harmless appearance as a young boy, smiling at Muramasa.

"There are a lot of people watching, so please keep smiling."

Although he said this, his words did not have the strong imperative connotation as before.

"That's true. It's a festival after all."

There was no emotion in Muramasa's voice. He followed Aru's words and turned his gaze away from the boy to the center of the festival.

Aru seemed very satisfied with his cooperation, and the innocence of a child returned to her face. The night was approaching every second...

……

The winter air always carries a biting and hot feeling, burning the tip of the nose red.

Walking on the slopes of this city, the early morning light and the almost inaudible sound of the whistle from the distant port mixed with the sea breeze and hit my face.

This city... has been a bit uneasy lately.

He put his hand into his coat pocket, feeling the remaining warmth on the inside of the fabric.

The news said there was a serial killer on the loose, which was a poor excuse.

Ordinary people may believe it, but it is absolutely not the truth.

The "Holy Grail War" - what happened ten years ago is about to be repeated on this land.

The school gate is right in front of us, and the brick-red building looks particularly stable under the gray-white sky.

The moment I stepped into the school gate, although the cold was still there, the noisy air made my body warmer.

"Good morning!" A hearty voice came from the side. It was a senior from the Kendo Club. He smiled and waved to me.

I nodded and smiled back, "Good morning."

Walking on the road leading to the teaching building, greetings came one after another.

"Morning!"

"Senior, good morning!"

"Yo!"

Some were familiar, while others were just familiar faces. Their faces were filled with smiles that were typical of their age.