Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

He had his back to me, his striking red hair swaying slightly in the aftermath of the magic, and his bronze skin was defined by distinct muscle lines, as if cast from steel.

His upper body was only wrapped with red cloth strips on his chest and right arm, revealing his strong body that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

The black-haired Archer stomped on the ground to stop himself, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

The smoke and dust settled, and the moonlight once again poured through the hole.

The figure in front of me slowly turned around and glanced at me, who was half-kneeling on the ground and in a mess, with those amber eyes that reflected the light of the furnace.

His lips parted, the desire to speak seemed to be stuck in mid-air. A voice that seemed to have transcended a long time finally rang out in the silent warehouse after a moment:

"Servant... Saber."

I'm speechless...

"Come when summoned."

Is it because it happened so suddenly that my mind is in a mess?

"Just ask——"

No, that's not the case... It's just because of the man in front of me...

"you,"

I really had no time to think about anything else, so I was speechless.

"Is this my Master?"

PS I have been holding back on Crane Viewing for dozens of chapters, just for this moment (nine) O榴4轳7爸爸爾巴qun time, it can appear reasonably.

Teacher Mao Yu hasn’t finished writing it, so I have to do it myself!

I would probably add something else though.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 131 Trace on?

This time of "travel" is different from the previous ones.

The flames spread before my eyes, surrounded by a cold forest of swords and scorching earth.

Moreover, the strength of the body was severely suppressed...

No, it doesn't feel like suppression, it's as if this is all there should be.

However, it is different from the original panel.

The basic speed is very fast, the magic power and the explosive power of one breath are very strong, but the strength remains unchanged.

It's as if the body used is not my own.

But it's useless to know this, there are no enemies around.

Is this first day going to be wasted in such a useless way?

As I thought of this, a distant call arose from afar.

What follows is the disappearance and reconstruction of the body, exactly the same as when it was summoned by "Him".

There are two people in front of me, one of whom has established a connection with me...

But not completely, only a weak connection.

Is this a crisis? Damn it, I don't have time to think about it anymore.

Draw your sword and send the enemy flying.

Only then did I have time to turn around and take a look at my summoner...

Ok?

When I saw that face, suddenly, a name was awakened in my body and I almost blurted it out.

No, not now.

What should I say now? Hmm... well, the greeting when summoned...

……

"Let me ask you, are you my Master?"

Looking at the stunned expression of the girl in front of him, it was obvious that she had not yet fully understood the situation.

Really... he's got a strange expression on his face?

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and that expression that was closer to the one I knew, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.

But the relaxing time ends here.

He suppressed the relaxed smile on his face, and without further communication with his Master, he instantly disappeared into the warehouse.

"coming--"

Feeling the strong wind blowing towards him from the warehouse, Archer immediately raised his sword to block it.

The next moment, a silver arc of light came into direct contact with him.

Unlike Lancer, the strength of Saber before him almost instantly threw the defensive stance of his hands off balance.

Oops--

The moment his defense was breached, Archer retreated hastily, but the enemy showed no sign of giving him a break.

The opponent's vigorous swings one after another made him exhausted from dealing with the opponent's continuous attacks.

It was not until his shoulder was cut by the opponent's weapon that he managed to stand firm in the violent attack and blocked the opponent's final attack.

But from the mouth of this red Saber, a voice of surprise and doubt rang out:

"Sasahiri?"

When the red-haired swordsman uttered this name, a look of astonishment and doubt flashed across Sasayuri's face.

“You…”

The black-haired Archer forced down the blade, trying to break free from the opponent's control: "Why do you know this name?"

"It's just some fate."

The red-haired swordsman's answer was lighthearted, but understanding glimmered in his amber eyes.

The moment the words fell, it was like a silent signal.

——Crack!

With a crisp sound, the two swords that had reached their limit in the wrestling broke at the same time!

Countless tiny metal fragments flew around in the moonlight, and only the bare hilts were left in the hands of the two swordsmen.

A brief moment of silence.

The black-haired Archer didn't ask any further questions, his fighting instinct having overwhelmed all doubts.

He took a step back suddenly, threw away the broken handle, and spread his left hand flat on his chest.

Magical ether began to gather in his palm.

Almost at the same time, Muramasa did the same thing and threw the broken handle to the ground.

In his palms, which were like furnaces, the fire of magic power was also ignited.

"Trace On."

"Projection, start."

Almost in an instant, the two of them constructed their own weapons in almost synchronously. This time, the doubt turned to Muramasa.

His gaze lingered on the other person's hand. Even though he didn't know the current situation, he knew this wasn't some common ability.

"Why do you know this trick..."

"Maybe it's just some fate."

Just as the two were on the verge of a fight, a blue figure appeared from the side and interrupted the second battle that was about to begin.

"Oh~ It's here after all?"

Spearmen carrying long spears appeared on the top of the wall, with their usual dashing smiles on their faces.

The blue spearman leaped down from the wall and landed lightly in the courtyard. The scarlet spear drew a dangerous arc under the moonlight, and the tip of the spear pointed at the black-haired Archer.

"Hey, dark archer," Lancer's tone was as frivolous as ever, but there was no smile in his scarlet eyes. "We haven't settled our score yet. Now there's another red one. Are you planning to fight two at once?"

When he appeared, he glanced at Muramasa, and that slightly surprised but not unexpected expression said it all.

He smiled at Muramasa, who responded with a "tsk" and then looked at Archer at the same time.

The black-haired Archer glanced between Saber and Lancer, his stern face showing no emotion.

He didn't respond to Lancer's provocation.

The air of confrontation seemed to freeze. Muramasa tightened his grip on the katana, his bronze body sinking slightly as he used his long cape to block Archer's view of the warehouse.

The next second, Archer moved.

Without any hesitation, he retreated violently, and the dark wings behind him flapped violently, and the whole person soared into the sky like an arrow.

"Want to run?!"

Lancer growled and was about to chase after him, but Archer left a cold word in mid-air.

"You're lucky this time."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a streak of light in the night and disappeared without a trace.

After confirming that the threat had gone away, Lancer tutted his words, retracted his spear with some dissatisfaction, and slung it over his shoulder.

The courtyard in front of the warehouse fell silent for a moment, leaving only the cold moonlight and the mess after the battle.

After standing still for a moment, Cun Zheng finally turned around slowly.

The katana projected in his hand turned into a point of light and dissipated. His amber eyes, as bright as a furnace, fell on the master who was half-kneeling on the ground.

He knelt on one knee, looking the girl in the eye, the fiery warmth on his body dispelling the chill around him.

"Master, have you come to your senses?"

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 132: Altria

The buzzing in the girl's ears gradually faded away, and she looked at Archer walking away, her mind still a little dazed.

But when she raised her eyes and met those amber eyes that seemed to reflect the fire, she nodded.

Control of her body was gradually returning, so she supported herself on the gravel ground and tried to stand up again, but her legs softened uncontrollably due to exhaustion.

A strong hand supported her body in time, preventing gravity from pulling her down.

"Don't force it."

Muramasa's words were very brief, but a completely different voice came from the other side.

"You're lucky, little girl."

Lancer's slightly teasing voice came from the side.

He had sheathed his spear without knowing when, and was slinging it across his shoulder in boredom, sizing up Muramasa with his crimson eyes.

"Surprise, at the last moment, he summoned this monster-level guy."

This guy, did it on purpose, right?

Muramasa glanced at him and didn't refute.

Since the other party did not take action, it means that he and that "Grimm" are the same individual, so this flattery may have some other meaning.

The girl's gaze passed over Muramasa's shoulder and towards the blue spearman. Her slow nerves finally reacted:

"Saber! There's another enemy over there—"

"It's ok."

Muramasa immediately soothed him, while giving Lancer a slightly complicated look: