Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

The crisp sound of clinking and banging continued to ring out, but none of the swords could really hurt him.

The silver sword rain was completely deflected by the wind pressure around him, turning the open space into a forest of swords.

However, Archer's purpose in summoning this rain of swords was not to hurt the enemy at all.

Just as Lancer was briefly held back by the torrent of sword rain, the dark wings exerted force and silently pursued me into the depths of the night.

When the last flying sword was deflected by Lancer's spear tip, the rain of swords stopped and the moonlight began to shine again.

Lancer was the only one left in the open space, along with swords stuck upside down all over the ground.

"Tsk..."

The blue lancer uttered an unhappy sound. He glanced in the direction where Archer disappeared, then glanced at the path the girl took to escape.

"What a charming guy."

He complained in a low voice, and then his figure turned into a blue lightning and followed closely behind.

……

I didn't dare to stop. The street I was taking to go home had already deviated from the crowded section and had reached the final and most dangerous sprint stage.

You must summon a Servant immediately, or you will die.

With this in mind, I didn't even bother to leisurely open the door. Instead, I jumped up and smashed the glass on the side of the mansion to enter.

Wow——!

The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the mansion.

As fragments scattered, his body rolled across the wooden floor, dissipating most of the impact. He ignored the stinging pain from his skin being cut by the broken glass and bounced up almost the instant he landed.

Time is running out and there is no time to lose.

The open area in the center of the living room is the best place.

Without hesitation, he brushed his lips with his fingertips, gritted his teeth, and bright red blood oozed from the tip of his thumb.

Using blood as a medium, he quickly drew a crude magic circle on the floor.

Scarlet lines stretched across the dark wooden floor, forming a perfect circle.

But at the last moment when the magic circle was about to be completed——

Whoosh-whoosh-!

Two sharp sounds of breaking through the air came from the blind spot of vision, that is, from the broken window behind him!

That is a deadly threat!

There is no time to think, the body's instinct has already reacted before consciousness.

The action of drawing the magic circle came to an abrupt halt, and he suddenly rolled to the side and fell!

Almost at the same time, two pitch-black arrows hit the spot where I was just now, sinking completely into the solid wooden floor, and then turned into black specks of magical light and dissipated.

My heart was pounding and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

His eyes quickly swept across the living room, finally stopping on the knife rack in the corner.

There stood quietly an ancient sword, a ceremonial object passed down in my family, but now it was my only support.

He jumped up and rushed to the corner of the wall in two steps. He gripped the cold knife handle tightly in his right hand and pulled it out of the knife holder.

At the same time, a dark figure appeared in front of the broken window frame, and the moonlight gave him a cold silver edge.

It was Archer with waist-length black hair. His emotionless eyes were fixed on me, and I hadn't noticed before that he had grasped the slender sword again.

His figure flashed, and he stepped into the room from the window. The sword in his hand turned into a silver light and slashed towards my neck!

My pupils suddenly contracted, I clenched my teeth, poured all my strength into my arms, held the sword in front of me, injected enhanced magic, and faced the fatal blow.

Clang——!

The loud noise of metal colliding made his eardrums hurt.

The moment the blades collided, it was as if he was hit head-on by an invisible giant hammer.

A sharp tearing pain came from the base of his palm, and the bones in his arms were tense.

"Yue/Yier kicks the flag tumor blame three (eight) Liu Wu!"

A muffled groan escaped from his throat, and his body was blown away by the huge force, smashing the door frame in the distance.

"no……"

I gritted my teeth to stay awake, and without a moment's hesitation, I rolled to the side corridor.

The moment I stood up again, the cold blade followed and cut down almost by the end of my hair.

The blade cut through the wall on my side, along with the wooden pillar inside, leaving a mirror-smooth cut. Dust and sawdust filled the air.

But fortunately, the wooden pillar stopped at the blade for a moment, otherwise the knife might have fallen on my head.

I used the columns and corners as cover, constantly changing my position.

The katana in his hand surprisingly retains its toughness and still maintains its complete appearance - it is said that it is a mysterious weapon that has been passed down in the family to this day.

The black-haired Archer was like the Grim Reaper strolling leisurely in the garden, his every step precisely compressing my living space.

The blades crossed again, and I used the reaction force of the block to retreat quickly, trying to create some distance.

"Game over."

He took a step forward, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a shadow and slashed towards my left shoulder.

I instinctively raised my sword to meet the attack, but the slash dissipated mid-strike.

It's a feint!

The moment the alarm bells in my heart rang, a dark shadow had already invaded in front of me.

He raised his leg, and with the toes covered in black armor, he kicked me in the abdomen with great force and precision.

"Boom--!"

There was a dull thud, followed by a sharp pain as if my internal organs were about to shift, and the air in my body was instantly drained.

The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the already shaky door of the entrance hall, and rolled around awkwardly several times on the gravel ground in the courtyard before stopping.

There was a sweetness in my throat and my vision went dark, but the instinct to survive overwhelmed all discomfort.

I forced myself to stand up using my hands and feet, despite my aching body.

In the sight, the dark figure was slowly walking out of the broken door frame.

Can't stop here.

His eyes swept across the courtyard, finally stopping on the old warehouse next to the mansion.

Open spaces are dead ends, but there is still room for maneuver indoors.

I gathered all the remaining strength in my body into my legs, turned around and sprinted towards the warehouse.

The stones on the road behind him crackled under his footsteps, and the night wind rushed into his throat, bringing a burning pain.

Without looking back, I used all my strength to open the heavy iron door of the warehouse and rushed in.

The black-haired Archer stood outside the door and did not immediately pursue.

"Pointless delay..."

He just shook his head, then slowly raised his left hand, and a pitch-black Western-style longbow quietly appeared in his palm.

He pulled his right hand back, and a sword as big as an arrow was placed on the bowstring.

Without any extra words, the bowstring was pulled to the full moon, locking onto the slender figure deep in the warehouse that was swaying and trying to stand up.

Om-!

The slight sound of the bowstring vibrating was drowned out by the sound of the arrow breaking through the air, turning into a straight line of death, whistling towards her heart.

Faced with this lightning-fast attack, she had almost no time to react.

The physical pain and weakness made my mind freeze for a moment.

However, just before the fatal arrow was about to pierce her chest, the sword in her hand began to hum spontaneously.

A force that did not belong to her pulled her arm, and she swung it back almost instinctively to meet the flying arrow.

Clang——!

The crisp and loud sound of metal clashing echoed in the closed warehouse, making people's eardrums hurt.

The sword that served as an arrow was successfully blocked, and after bouncing off, it turned into light particles and dissipated into the air.

However, the terrifying force contained in the arrow was transmitted to her arm along the blade, and the sword in her hand was shaken and flew far away.

The sword drew a silver arc in the air, and finally with a "clang" sound, it smashed into a pile of abandoned wooden boxes.

The sound of metal falling to the ground stirred up a cloud of dust and caused the pile of debris to slide slightly to the side, vaguely revealing a few mysterious markings on the ground below that had been worn by time but still retained a faint glow.

And the sword just happened to fall on the engraved lines.

The weapon fell from his hand and the last means of resistance was lost.

The black-haired Archer seemed unconcerned. He slowly lowered his longbow, letting it dissipate into dust.

Then he took a step forward and walked slowly into the dim warehouse filled with the smell of rust and dust.

He stopped in front of her, looking down at the girl who was half-kneeling on the ground due to exhaustion, with moonlight shining in from the hole behind him.

"Any last words?"

His voice was still as calm as water, without pity or mockery.

Faced with this final ultimatum, I took a deep breath with difficulty, supported myself on the ground with my hands, and struggled to straighten my back again.

He raised his head, and on his face, stained with sweat and blood, only his eyes were still burning:

“—I can’t die.”

The sound was not loud, but it was echoed in the empty warehouse by multiple layers of echoes.

"I can't... die meaninglessly in a place like this."

"Sorry, you will die." There was no emotion in the black-haired Archer's voice. He slowly raised the katana in his hand, and the cold blade reflected the cold light of death in the moonlight.

"I can't... let you destroy..."

The desire not to lose permeated his words. Just as he was about to raise his hand above his head to grasp something, a burning pain came from the back of his right hand.

"This city, everyone's peaceful life!"

Three blood-red patterns suddenly appeared—

The moment he saw the Command Seal, a hint of murderous intent finally flashed across the black-haired Archer's calm eyes.

He no longer hesitated, and his determination to eradicate the problem turned into action.

"—!"

There were no words, only a dark lightning bolt that tore through the air.

The slender sword slashed down towards my neck at a speed far exceeding its previous speed!

The family heirloom sword that had been blown away and was lying quietly in the pile of debris, pressing on the seal of the two elders, suddenly made a high-pitched humming sound.

Immediately afterwards, an almost scorching turbulence erupted from the knife.

Magical ether gushed out from the air currents, bringing with it golden-red sparks like steel that had been hammered in a furnace.

The hot air instantly swept through the entire space, blowing up the thick dust on the ground.

Clang——! ! !

An extremely crisp sound exploded in my ears!

The sound drowned out everything else, making the entire warehouse buzz.

The expected severe pain did not come, and the falling black lightning was abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Before Archer could react, he followed suit and kicked him in the stomach, forcing him out of the warehouse.

The light and smoke slowly dissipated.

A figure appeared in front of me without me noticing when.