In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

With the hammer striking, the water core was nearing its limit.

He's already quite old, and he's exhausted his physical strength and fat reserves; now, he's consuming his life force.

All for the sake of the famous sword in his hand.

A sword that surpasses all other famous swords.

The moon was bright and the stars were few, providing some light for the group.

They did not suggest leaving, nor did the Shuixinzi couple offer to see them off.

Everyone eagerly awaited the birth of the knife.

"Nine thousand five hundred!" Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu shouted again.

Nine thousand eight hundred!

"Nine thousand nine hundred!"

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety!

"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine!"

Ding!

"Ten...ten thousand!!!"

Ding!

The forging hammer fell.

The sun rises high in the sky.

Exquisite cloud patterns appear on the tamahagane.

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Chapter 301 The sword is born

After completing the final forging, and shouting a resounding "Ten thousand!", Mizushinko Masaji's figure swayed twice.

He forced himself to stay upright and put the forging hammer aside.

He always knew someone was around him, but he never paid attention to it. The process of forging pills was also similar.

The couple closed the doors and windows, extinguished the furnace, and plunged the entire forging room into darkness.

Zuocun, Ryoma and Miss A-Long stood guard outside the door.

They know what they should do.

This time, Shui Xinzi went through the most difficult forging period. The jade steel that produced cloud-like patterns made the old man pour his life into it.

The next step, carried out in the darkness, was not only for secrecy but also to better bring this famous sword into the world.

The sun rises from the east, climbs to its zenith, and then begins to slowly set.

Occasionally, knocking sounds could be heard coming from inside the house.

Since Shui Xinzi and his wife had no servants, and such high-intensity knife forging was extremely dangerous, the three of them voluntarily took on the responsibility of handling the aftermath.

BOOM—!!

The door to the room was kicked open, and Mizushinko Masaji appeared in the doorway.

"Hahaha!!!"

The old man, who no longer looked robust, laughed three times.

then.

thump--

He lay face down on the ground, and the things in his hands clattered to the ground.

Zuo Cun and Ryoma, who had been waiting at the door, quickly helped up Mizushinko Masaji and placed the tall old man on the back of the taller Ryoma. Miss A-Long flew into the house and picked up Mizushinko, who had also lost consciousness.

After settling the couple, Mizushinko and Ryoma, in the bedroom, Samura and Ryoma bowed deeply to the couple who had given everything for the sword.

And the knife.

After settling the unconscious Shui Xinzi and her husband, Zuo Cun returned to the front of the blacksmith's workshop.

He looked at the things on the ground and remained silent for a while.

Bend down and picked up the object, which couldn't yet be called a knife, and began to examine it closely.

The katana was perfectly shaped, pure silver in color, with cloud patterns on the blade and blue light reflecting off its sharp edge. Within the blade, Zuo Cun saw his own eyes.

There was nothing tied to the hilt yet, and no signature; this knife was not yet finished.

Zuo Cun stared at the blade, somewhat mesmerized.

I was also a little alarmed.

It wasn't just simple surprise, but a feeling of dread.

It feels like this knife could cut me into pieces at any moment.

Two drops of cold sweat trickled down Zuo Cun's face; he nearly dropped the knife.

Shaking his head, Zuocun dismissed the distracting thoughts and stopped focusing on the unnamed sword.

Carrying the knife, Zuo Cun came to the front hall, placed the knife on the table, and turned to leave.

Compared to the sword, people are more important now. Mizushinko Masaji, who has been forging swords for three days and three nights without eating, drinking or sleeping, and Mizushinko's wife, who is physically weak but determined to stay by her husband's side to forge swords, urgently need nutrition and care.

For the next two days, Zuocun, Ryoma, and Miss A-Long took care of the Shuixinzi couple without leaving their side.

Ryoma was in charge of cooking, while Samura and Miss Ryoma were responsible for monitoring the health of Mizushinko Masaji and Mrs. Mizushinko.

Finally, on the third day after the sword was forged, Mizushinko Masaji woke up first.

Mizushinko Masaji suddenly sat up on the tatami, startling Samura, who was dozing off next to her.

Mizushinko rubbed his eyes and touched his head. He didn't notice Samura beside him, but subconsciously tried to get up, but felt weak and his body was not as strong as before. He suddenly fell to the ground.

"Ouch..." Shui Xinzi winced in pain.

Zuocun quickly helped the listless Mizushinko Masaji back onto the soft mat.

"You're looking for a knife, right? I'll go get it for you." Zuo Cun patted Shui Xinzi Zhengci on the back and got up to go to the front hall to get the knife.

As Shuixinzi looked at Zuocun's back, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, but it was already dark and his eyesight was failing, so he could only sit there.

He knew that several people had come to him asking for a knife, but he didn't want to get out of that state.

He knew in his heart that this was the closest he had ever come to forging a famous sword, and also the only time.

He must cherish this opportunity.

Longma stood at the door, drowsy.

Zuocun patted Ryoma, and Ryoma instantly woke up.

"Uh, eh?" He was still somewhat disoriented. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's Samura-kun." Ryoma finally showed some intelligence after recognizing the person.

"Mr. Mizushinko Masaji has woken up."

"Hmm...did you want to find that sword after you woke up?" Ryoma thought for a moment and then asked with a smile.

"Yes, he looks very anxious." Zuocun also smiled.

This pure and unadulterated love for the knife is admirable and makes one feel happy for him.

"I'll go get it," Zuo Cun said, and walked towards the front hall.

Picking up the knife from the front hall, Zuo Cun quickly returned to his bedroom.

He knew exactly how eager Mizushinko Masaji was to see the sword.

Upon approaching Mizushinko Masaji, Samura presented the hiltless sword with both hands.

"Mr. Shuixinzi, here is your knife."

From the moment Samura entered, Mizushinko Masaji's attention was focused on the knife in his hand.

He took the knife from Zuo Cun's hand, his fingers trembling.

Samura and Ryoma consciously gave way, allowing Suishinko Masaji to see the sword clearly by the moonlight.

Shui Xinzi was stroking the blade.

"Waaaah... Waaaah." Shui Xinzi, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, knelt on the ground, looking at the knife, tears streaming down his face.

The knife gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

A light flick of the finger produced a buzzing sound.

"Waaah..." His gaze never left the knife in his hand, unwilling to look away.

Samura and Ryoma exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously.

......

A legendary sword was born.

A sword that has undergone three days and three nights of forging with ten thousand strokes would be more surprising if it weren't a famous sword.

Mizushinko Masaji's weight plummeted from 120 kilograms to 90 kilograms, and her once robust body became somewhat thin.

Her once long, gray hair had turned dry and white.

The assistant, Madam Shuixinzi, had also become much thinner and looked much older than before.

This knife is the one into which Mizushinko Masaji poured the rest of his knife-forging career.

However, Mizushinko Masaji had no regrets whatsoever.

He finally forged a sword that surpassed his own and even his ancestors'.

He was confident that even the sword forged by the first generation might not be of better quality than this one.

This is a knife forged with life itself.