Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

I don't expect to be able to defeat me, I just hope to create a greater advantage for the one who comes later.

Even if it means angering me and getting killed.

The green air vortex wrapped around the thunder arrowhead, and emerald green lightning appeared out of thin air in the purple energy flow.

Grass, thunder, wind...is this the reaction produced by the interaction of the magic of different elements in this world?

The remaining two wanted to move again, but were stopped by Muramasa:

"You guys are here to restrain me, right?"

"Don't waste your energy. I don't intend to hide."

The other side has already shown the corresponding awareness. If we don't take it seriously, it would be too unromantic.

Muramasa gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the sword high in his hand.

The front door was wide open, welcoming the opponent's full force.

After what happened just now, no one thought he was arrogant.

The general loosened the bowstring in his hand, and the roaring purple thunder, accompanied by green wind and green lightning, flew rapidly and rotated to gather the surrounding elements.

It transformed into a spiral storm in the air, facing the enemy, causing the grass to peel off and mud and sand to fly.

The stones caught in it were all crushed into powder, and the lightning that overflowed from it scattered everywhere, showing its indiscriminate destructive power.

The village did as he said, neither hiding nor avoiding, but staring at the oncoming storm.

The distance was shortened in less than half a breath, but the spinning "destructiveness" was clearly visible in his eyes.

As the storm approached, he used his left foot to push forward with his right foot.

He stepped forward and swung his arms with great force, turning the weapon in his hand into an unparalleled sharp slash along with the sword force, meeting the opponent's full-strength attack.

The arrow that turned into a storm collided with the steel forged by the swordsmith. The storm, wrapped in a torrent of energy like thunder, slammed heavily on the blade, making a shrill sound that was enough to tear the eardrums apart. The core of the collision erupted with a blinding light!

"Drink-"

He fully unleashed the potential of the sword, making it gradually difficult for the blade that carried the force to withstand it.

Fortunately, the effect of force is mutual. Before the sword blade broke, the majestic elemental force gradually collapsed under the sharp sword force, until the blade broke through the outer energy and split the central arrowhead into two.

The elemental force, having lost its carrier, transformed into pure destructive desire. The spreading power took away a considerable portion of the surrounding land before dissipating.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 49: Stay

After firing this arrow, the three men were almost exhausted.

The two attendants fell down directly, only Sara still stood in his original posture.

The other two picked up their naginata again and stood guard around the three people.

"call……"

Looking at the knife maker who was still standing in the distance and not even seriously injured, their hearts, which had never been in suspense, died.

Muramasa used his long cape to clear away the smoke around him, and walked out of the area affected by the battle, holding the heroic sword.

Click.

Then, as expected, the knife died. All parts of the blade broke due to fatigue and turned into pieces of iron chips that fell down.

"Even though they say knives can't be kept overnight, this is a product someone else ordered..."

"No other way, let's play again."

We tried our best here, but only the corners of the clothes on the other side were slightly dirty.

But this is good news, at least they can still remove his weapon if they try their best.

At least the corners of his clothes were dirty.

"Oh, it seems my timing was just perfect."

A purple shadow gradually solidified in the air and landed gracefully between the Tianling Bugxing people and Muramasa.

The long hair reflected a pink figure in Muramasa's eyes, and the fox's figure also made him stunned...

After a moment, he came back to his senses from his stunned state:

Oh no, I was stunned by it accidentally.

"What's wrong, old man~"

The pair of charming eyes glanced at the sturdy man who was a head shorter than her, and teased him using the name he gave himself:

"Staring at others is not polite."

Are they really the same no matter which fox it is?

And they are all pink.

"Just thinking of a 'former colleague'."

Every word he said came from the heart. After seeing this Yae Miyabishi, his first reaction was that "Goyanskaya" had followed him.

But after sensing the other party's magic power, he understood:

"Besides, how can a guy who ran into someone else's house to steal fried tofu have the right to criticize me?"

A shot hits the bull's eye——

The palace guard coughed and pretended not to hear what the other party said.

Lord Palace Master, do you have some friendship with this swordsmith?

Several people in Tianling's service, including Kujo Sara, were a little strange, but as the followers of the Thunder God, they were also trustworthy.

"Anyway, I came here this time because I heard the call for help from Tianling Fengxing."

As she spoke, the smile on her face grew even brighter:

"Although, I've been here a long time ago."

The fox beckoned, and a thin and imperceptible protective energy hidden under the secret spell of the Nine Saras was taken back into her body.

Arrived a long time ago?

We're risking our lives here, and you're just going to watch?

Did you really betray me?

"Ugh……"

Kujo Sala was unable to comment and just held his forehead with his hand.

The battle just now did not give her a headache, but this Joy-loving Follower who always thought of things made her a little exhausted.

“Although I’ve heard about it before, seeing it today still makes me feel a lot.”

She couldn't help but sigh.

What a bad character...

Muramasa thought of a priest who loved mapo tofu.

He now suspected that the other party also knew Yin-Yang magic, or was acquainted with Abe Haruaki.

This way, you can gather the characteristics of your three teammates.

"Kujo."

Yae Miyaji put away his playful expression and said bluntly:

"How about I vouch for this knife maker?"

She changed the subject so quickly that Kujo Sara was unable to react for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"What this means is that his identity and actions are the responsibility of Narukami Taisha."

The foxess, respectfully called "Yae-miya-shi," stared directly at the general of the Tenryo Bugyo:

"To be precise, I, the Eightfold Divine Son, will be in charge."

"Don't worry, this won't go against the general's will."

Yae no Miyaji used his own reputation to guarantee a swordsmith, which was unheard of in Inazuma's history.

She closed her eyes quietly and replayed these words in her mind for a long time:

"it is good."

Compromised.

The other party does not trust the Kujo family and the Tenryo Bugyo, but if Narujin Taisha endorses and takes responsibility for it, it is within an acceptable range.

"Can you explain why?"

As far as she knew, the swordsmith had just arrived in Inazuma, so why did the other party dare to endorse him?

"I've been watching him for a long time."

Shenzi placed her fingertips on her chin, and after a thoughtful look, a smile appeared on her face:

"Also, the fried tofu he makes is unique in all of Inazuma."

What does it mean?

Are those who can make fried tofu all good people?

The thoughts of this chief priest were really hard to guess, so Kujo gave up trying to get the truth out of him.

"Oh yes, there's one more."

After Kujo nodded, Yae Shinko looked like he was going to press on to win.

"If you want to keep something confidential, Kujo Sara will be unable to comply."

"No~"

A hint of amusement flashed across Yaejinko's face:

"Would you like to stay and have a quick dinner together tonight?"

"No trouble."

Kujo Sara looked at the sky and thought that if he went back now, he should still be able to catch dinner.

"We'll leave after a short rest."

"Okay~"

The Son of God was well aware of the other party's dull and straightforward character and had no intention of continuing to persuade him.

"I always feel like you guys are leaving me alone..."

After listening for a long time, he realized that he was saved by this "Eightfold Son of God".

How come Yae Shinko has the final say on going to my own house for dinner?

I originally wanted to complain about this, but then I thought that she was doing me a favor, so I didn't think about it too much.

"I want to apologize for what happened today, Lord Muramasa."

It was rare for Kujo Sara to return the honorific.

Although in essence, it was a fox who caused the war.

"Oh, why bother with so much? No fight, no friendship."

Yae Shinko still had a charming smile on her face. Another reason why she was willing to give the guarantee was actually the intact protective energy.

When she chanted the Nine Sarasvati Mantra, she was already prepared to transfer several people at any time. That layer of protective energy was her insurance.

But in the end, the layer of energy that would trigger the spell after receiving a certain amount of damage remained intact.

"Although I am very grateful to you, please shut up now."

Listening to the tone of that scumbag fox reminded him of another scumbag fox.

"Even so, I, like that 'fried tofu patient' over there, would like you to stay, don't you?"