Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

I responded to each one, either by nodding, waving, or simply saying good morning.

This warm current and this seemingly eternal daily routine are exactly what I want to protect.

I stopped and took a deep breath of the air in the teaching building, which was mixed with the smell of books and disinfectant.

No matter what, we must find a way to end this.

To do this, I must summon my "Servant" as soon as possible.

The Swordsmith in Another World: Chapter 129 The Blonde High School Girl... Saber?

The class time passed quickly, and the scenery outside the window gradually turned golden.

I immediately put away the paper and pen on the table, planning to go home and start the summoning ceremony.

As I passed by the student council room, I heard the student council president sighing from inside:

"Aha……"

Looking inside, I saw someone looking at the report in front of him, grabbing his short blue hair:

"Is the Arts Department's equipment broken again? Damn it, after taking care of the sports club, the school's funding is already insufficient..."

"There's not enough funding..."

The whisper was barely audible, a sincere sympathy for the hardworking student council president's... hair.

I withdrew my gaze, did not linger, turned and walked towards the stairs.

As I walked down the stairs, a slightly hurried and energetic voice sounded behind me:

"Ah! Senior! Please wait a moment!"

I stopped and looked back.

The person in front of me didn't look unfamiliar; she was a junior in the Kendo Club.

She trotted over, her high ponytail bouncing lively with her movements, her cheeks slightly flushed from running, and she was holding a rolled-up cleaning duty roster in her hand.

"Senior! That's great. I was just about to go look for you!"

She clasped her hands together and looked at me with bright eyes, an expression of obvious pleading.

"anything?"

I raised the corner of my mouth in a polite arc, put my right hand on my chest, and asked.

"Um...senpai! Today it's my turn to clean up the Kendo Club, but...but!"

She moved closer, lowering her voice with the shyness and eagerness of a young girl:

"But, Yamashita-kun... Yamashita-kun finished work early and asked me to go see a newly released movie! There were only a few showings during that time, so if you missed it, you'd miss it! And after the movie, he said we should go to that new ramen place together that's so hard to get in..."

The more she spoke, the faster her words became, and two blushes appeared on her face. Then, as if she was afraid that I wouldn't agree, she put her hands together and raised them to her forehead, leaning forward slightly, and her tone became even more pleading, like a spoiled child:

"So...so, senpai! Please! Just this once today! Can you...can you help me clean up the kendo club? I know this is sudden and impulsive, but...but I really want to go! Senpai, you're the best! Please!"

"Hmm," I closed my eyes briefly, put one hand on my waist, and responded with a helpless and long tail tone:

"That's not a good idea, is it? Even if you wanted to ask for a favor, you should have told me earlier."

He suddenly came to ask me for help after school. I'm afraid he had completely forgotten about it at the beginning?

The blush on the girl's face seemed to fade a little, replaced by a hint of understanding and shame.

"Alas... you've planned this date so perfectly, and your 'please' expression is so perfect. If I still have the heart to refuse, wouldn't I be a mean-spirited senior who specializes in ruining the happiness of my juniors?"

As soon as the words fell, the girl's eyes were instantly re-lit:

"So... Senior, you agreed?!"

"It's just this once, it won't happen again."

I looked at her and finally gave the answer I had prepared long ago.

"Great! Thank you, Senior! You're the best!"

She almost jumped up and bowed to me.

Then he stuffed the key to the kendo club's storage room and the duty roster into my hands, moving quickly as if he was afraid I would regret it.

"Well, I'll be leaving now! Goodbye, Senior!"

The girl's voice was filled with excitement and energy. She turned and ran away, soon disappearing in the direction of the school gate.

I looked down at the key in my hand, then looked up at her departing back. In the end, I just smiled helplessly and walked towards the gymnasium where the kendo club was located.

……

The gymnasium was empty and quiet, the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the tall windows, casting warm bands of light across the vast wooden floor.

I rolled up my sleeves and picked up the broom in the corner.

The scope of cleaning was much larger than imagined, from the smooth floor of the dojo, to the shelves on both sides displaying protective gear, to the storage room where spare bamboo swords were stacked.

Time passed quietly as I concentrated on cleaning.

The light outside the window changed from brilliant gold to gorgeous orange and purple, and finally sank completely below the horizon, replaced by deep dark blue.

The moon rose, and its cool glow cast a light on a corner of the dojo.

I turned on the lights in the dojo, and white light instantly filled the entire space.

By the time I wrung out the last rag and put the freshly wiped protective gear neatly back on the shelf, the entire kendo club was brand new and spotless.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, a slight sense of fatigue coming over me along with a sense of accomplishment.

I turned off the lights and locked the door to the Kendo Club. The campus was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of insects.

I put the cold key in my pocket and turned to leave.

at this time--

"Clang——! Yi Lin Yingqi Si Wu IX research"

A sharp, piercing sound exploded without warning in the empty school building, and then a violent gust of wind rushed towards me, blowing the strands of hair on my forehead into a frenzy.

My steps froze instantly, and my eyes followed the source of the sound to the open space in front of the gymnasium.

Under the halo of moonlight and street lights, two figures were fighting fiercely at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

One of them was wearing a blue tights and holding a scarlet spear in his hand, the tip of the spear drawing a deadly arc in the night.

His opponent was a man wearing simple black weaponry.

He has long black hair that reaches his waist, and it looks like ink splashing during his intense movements.

He held a long sword in his hand. Every time he swung it, the sword light was like a silver lightning, instantly illuminating a corner of the night sky.

Their battles had long since transcended the realm of "humanity." Every clash of weapons sent sparks as hot as molten lava flying.

Every time the body rose and fell, the concrete ground under the feet would crack like a spider web, blowing away a piece of the open space in the distance.

I subconsciously took a step back, pressing my whole body against the cold wall of the gymnasium, hiding myself in the shadow of the building.

Servant?

The heart beats powerfully in the chest, sending calm commands to every part of the body.

It is not wise to stay here, we must leave immediately.

Holding his breath, with his back pressed against the cold wall, he moved slowly away from the battlefield.

However, in the brief interval between the two men's weapons clashing, the deafening sound suddenly disappeared, and everything was silent.

In this dead silence, my retreating footsteps stepped on a tiny stone, making a slight but extremely clear "click" sound.

The distant confrontation came to an abrupt halt.

The two figures seemed to have pressed the pause button, and simultaneously cast their gazes towards the shadow where I was.

Those two gazes, one as sharp as a knife, the other full of doubt and uncertainty, instantly locked onto me.

"who is it?"

The black-haired man's voice was as cold as the blade in his hand, without a trace of emotion, only pure questioning and murderous intent.

Almost at the same time, the blue spearman's figure paused slightly.

His eyes scanned me... Blonde hair, high school girl... But, that face was...

Then, he murmured softly:

“…Saber?”

The black-haired man didn't have the patience to wait for an answer.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot, turning into a dark afterimage.

The slender sword dragged a silver line in the moonlight, pointing clearly at my throat.

Everything happened in a split second, so fast that the brain didn't even have time to process the imminent threat of death.

However, a scarlet afterimage appeared between me and the black shadow at a faster speed.

"Qiang——!"

A loud noise, more deafening than any previous collision, exploded in front of me. The scarlet spear accurately blocked the incoming sword, and the sparks that flew out almost burned the corners of my eyes.

The blue figure stood firmly in front of me, forming an insurmountable barrier, the spear in his hand and the sword pressed tightly together.

Why should he help me?

This question popped up in my mind, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. I immediately turned around and lowered my center of gravity, leaving traces of a magic circuit on my black tube socks.

The next moment, my body rushed out at a speed that ordinary people could not reach, and the black sailor suit protected me as I escaped into the night.

The black-haired man didn't look at me, but stared straight at the guy in front of him:

"Why stop me, Lancer."

He increased the strength in his hands, as if he wanted to continue the unfinished battle.

"Don't you know that the Holy Grail War will purge all those who know about it?"

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 130 Let me ask you, are you my Master? (4k)

"ha,"

The blue spearman sneered frivolously, and thrust his scarlet spear upwards, knocking the black-haired man's sword away by an inch.

The friction between the metals made a teeth-grinding sound, and the distance between the two people was slightly widened by this force.

"My gun only follows my will," Lancer said, his tone tinged with a hint of cynical arrogance, concealing his true meaning. "Shooting at an unarmed woman is not my style."

"The kindness of women."

The black-haired man's voice was calm, but he had no intention of getting entangled with Lancer. The dark wings behind him were about to spread out.

"Hey, hey, your opponent is me!"

Before he could finish his words, Lancer jerked his wrist, and the scarlet spear transformed into a phantom, the tip of the spear pointing straight at Archer's heart.

The black-haired man took advantage of Lancer's exertion to suddenly retreat, and at the same time, the sword in his hand turned into countless light particles and dissipated with a light sound.

This sudden change caused Lancer's full-strength attack to miss.

"What?!"

Lancer's astonishment lasted less than a second.

The black-haired Archer flapped his wings and flew up, his mouth buzzing.

In an instant, countless points of light appeared in the night sky without any warning, and then turned into a rainstorm made up of sharp swords, pouring down towards Lancer's location!

The rain of swords was so dense that it instantly blocked all of Lancer's space to dodge.

Facing this fatal blow, the astonishment on Lancer's face turned into an even more excited laughter.

"Ha! So this is the real trick!"

He did not flinch, nor even move, as invisible air currents rippled out from his entire body.

Countless flying swords that were about to touch his body would inexplicably deviate from their paths when they came within a foot of him, as if they were blown away by an invisible gust of wind.