I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

Axue held the samurai sword, and her heart was extremely shocked. Every time she swung Myoho Muramasa, the blade brought a gust of wind, like the echo of a dragon's roar.

"Congratulations, my lord. This Myoho Muramasa is truly a fine sword!"

Kato Danzo knew that Axue couldn't see at all, so he carefully described the advantages of Myoho Muramasa.

Ever since this mechanical doll recognized its master, Axue has had a walking instruction manual by her side.

Basically, just click on the part that you don't understand, and Kato Danzo will start to describe the outline of the object to Axue in great detail.

For example, when describing Oda Nobunaga, Kato Danzo would first describe her as a woman as strong as a city wall.

For example, Miyamoto Musashi, Kato Danzo would first describe her as a woman with a hidden weapon in her chest who could charge people with a ball.

After listening to Kato Danzo's general description, Axue also had a basic understanding of Myoho Muramasa in his hand.

"A sword is given to a hero, White Shura. From now on, this Myoho Muramasa will be entrusted to you."

After Sengo Muramasa forged the Myoho Muramasa, he looked like he had aged several years. The previously energetic old man seemed to have fallen seriously ill overnight.

"Muramasa, have you been feeling unwell lately? Why are you speaking so quietly today?"

Miyamoto Musashi saw the illness of Sengo Muramasa.

The old knife maker curled up in a chair, the deep wrinkles on his face dyed into the sunset glow by the flames in the forge.

Chiko Muramasa was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly—

"When I was young, I had an absurd dream."

"Looking back now, that was the reason I embarked on the path of becoming a swordsmith."

The swordsmith looked at Myoho Muramasa, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"At that time, I firmly believed that the sword I forged could become a weapon to save others' lives."

"For this reason, I left my master's side and established a forge, determined to make a name for myself. Although I never fulfilled my inner dream, I unknowingly gained disciples and even changed my status - becoming the so-called noble lord of Kuwana..."

Miyamoto Musashi interrupted Sengo Muramasa as he began to speak.

"No, old man, are you making instructions for your final arrangements? Are you going to die? Why are you going through a revolving door?!"

"Ah? No, I just haven't slept for several days. I'm not like you young people. I'm really too tired."

The atmosphere of reminiscence was forcibly interrupted by Miyamoto Musashi, and Sengo Muramasa forced himself to cheer up and began to explain while yawning.

"This Miaofa Village is the work I am most confident in in my life. White-robed Shura, from now on, when you see this sword, it will be like seeing me, because I have injected my own flesh and bones into it!"

"Blood and bones?!"

Upon hearing this, Oda Nobunaga began to tremble all over.

She had heard of the crazy stories of these knife makers. Just like swearing homage to their master by dropping blood, some knife makers firmly believed that there was a soul in the sword, that is, as long as they offered sacrifices to the soul during forging, the sword would be able to awaken its spiritual intelligence.

The most famous example is Gan Jiang and Moye. Throughout history, there are countless examples of using living people as sacrifices to forge swords.

But could it be that Sengo Muramasa, who seems to be upright, is also proficient in such evil and heterodox methods?

"No, no, no... I have never sacrificed others to forge swords..."

Sengo Muramasa explained.

"I wonder if you've ever read ancient books. They once recorded that everyone has an origin."

"origin......?"

Axue asked back.

"So that means reincarnation?"

"Yes."

Chiko Muramasa nodded, then said solemnly.

"And the origin of this old man is the sword."

According to Sengo Muramasa, the reason why the Muramasa clan in Kuwana, Ise Province, has been able to produce famous swordsmiths from generation to generation is that their ancestor was a sword.

In the long history, the sword finally cultivated a human form and opened its spiritual wisdom, then it was able to reincarnate as a human being, and finally became their Muramasa clan.

As long as Sengo Muramasa incorporates his own blood and flesh into the forging process, the forged weapon will be extremely sharp. This is why the swords of the Muramasa clan are so outstanding.

While forging the Myoho Muramasa, Sengo Muramasa gritted his teeth, removed three of his own ribs, ground them into powder and threw them into the forging.

In addition, a large amount of blood was drained as a coolant, so it was a blessing from Buddha that the old man did not die on the spot.

In order to make Myoho Muramasa match the status of Suzumaru Tsunetsugu, Sengo Muramasa did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life to add to his mystery.

"Why...would you go to such lengths for a stranger like me?"

Axue was puzzled.

Qianzi Village was the first person who was willing to entrust his body and mind to him wholeheartedly since he left Linquan Temple and wandered around.

In such troubled times, how could such a pure man exist?

"...Didn't I tell you? I once had an immature dream."

Qianzi Muramasa smiled slightly.

"Although it's very childish, but... after seeing you, I suddenly feel that people as childish as me in this world are not so stupid after all."

The old knife maker's purpose is very pure.

Sometimes friendship between men is just that simple.

"I have entrusted my ideals to you, White-robed Shura!"

That is--

Use a sword made of steel to save those who died by the sword, and thus bring true peace.

"......but."

Axue held Myoho Muramasa tightly, then shook her head.

"Mr. Muramasa, I'm afraid it's almost impossible for me to use this wonderful technique, Muramasa."

"Why?"

"Because I was worried that Suzumaru Tsuneji would be angry."

After hearing Axue's reply, Qianzi Muramasa was stunned, and then he burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha! I'm sorry for being rude! That's right! White-robed Shura, you're such a nostalgic fellow, how could you possibly abandon the Evil-Breaking Buddha Sword and choose my Myoho Muramasa!"

Then the white-haired old man asked in a deep voice with an extremely serious expression.

"But White-robed Shura...what if the Jujumaru Tsuneji breaks?"

"......What?"

Upon hearing this, Axue's expression changed.

There is no way Sengo Muramasa would say these words for no reason.

"I have seen it before. In the near future..."

There was no emotion in the old knife maker's eyes.

"Suzumaru Tsuneji will completely break apart."

"As for the fate of a warrior who loses his sword, I believe you, White-robed Shura, know best."

Axue was silent.

Qianzi Muramasa had already seen Axue's destined death through his divine eyes.

Moreover, this destined death was seen in a more specific picture because of the special situation of this old knife maker.

That is-

The Shura in white and his beloved sword were cut in half, and they died together.

Chapter 73: I laugh at the lack of strategy of fate! I laugh at the lack of wisdom of heaven!

The third eye that Sengo Muramasa possesses is called the Eye of Karma.

This is a potential ability possessed by the physical body and is a subspecies of the skill [Clairvoyance].

This third eye can improve both static and dynamic vision at the same time, and is an eye that specializes only in combat capabilities.

But because Sengo Muramasa has spent his entire life gazing at flames, he has spent his entire life pursuing the forging of a sword that transcends the realm of gods and Buddhas—

So he finally cultivated the pair of [Eyes of Karma], which allowed him to see through the karma behind the sword and trace the cause and effect of the past, present and future.

Through the Sujumaru Tsuneji, the old swordsmith saw how Nichiren Shonin killed hundreds of demons with this sword a hundred years ago, and saw how Nichiren Shonin founded the Nichiren sect alone, and the Buddhist light of Nichiren Buddhism enveloped the world.

He also witnessed the moment when Nichiren Shonin finally passed away. The Sujumaru Tsuneji was then removed from the realm of slaughter and enshrined as a sacred Buddhist object.

Then came the chaos of war, and Master Tianshi kept the sword in Linquan Temple.

Then a hundred years passed, and a blind boy held it with trepidation and pulled the Sujuumaru Tsuneji out of the sky again.

A fire breaks out in the mountains of Linquan Temple, a sudden enlightenment of wind-controlling swordsmanship under the moon, and a single sword strike slays all the evil monks at Wanfo Temple...

And at the last moment, Chiko Muramasa saw——

A black shadow flashed by, and Suzumaru Tsuneji shattered!

And the spotless monk holding the Buddhist sword eventually had his white clothes stained with blood as he was cut in half!

Qianzi Murasaki had seen countless divine decrees through the swords, but he had never once been able to see the way of heaven being changed.

But he always firmly believed that swords could kill fate.

So Sengo Muramasa specially made this Myoho Muramasa for Axue, believing that this White-robed Shura could cut off the shackles of the Heavenly Dao with the help of this Muramasa!

“…Is this fate?”

After hearing Sengo Muramasa's advice, Axue just murmured this.

"My destined death turned out to be a defeat?"

Axue didn't want to believe it.

He originally thought that his destined death was due to the suppression of heaven, which caused his body to suffer from an incurable disease and die.

But now, according to Sengo Muramasa's description, it seemed more like he, the White-Cloaked Shura, had lost the duel and was killed on the spot by the enemy!

Possessing eyes that can see into the future.

Wielding the wind-controlling sword technique that is like a natural disaster.

The weapon is the evil-breaking Buddha sword among the five swords in the world.

How could Axue believe that she, who had already entered the realm of gods and Buddhas, would die because of defeat?

But the next moment, the white-robed Shura suddenly thought of something and burst into laughter on the spot—

"So that's how it is?! So this is what [Destined Death] is like?!"

"My lord, why are you laughing?"

Kato Danzo was completely dumbfounded.

His master, Axue, is a mortal being. How could he burst into laughter just because he heard that he was going to die?

Are humans such amazing creatures?

"I laugh at the lack of strategy of fate! I laugh at the lack of wisdom of heaven!"

Axue then regained her composure and he said coldly.

"How could I possibly die at the hands of a mortal? This means that I will definitely die at the hands of an immortal, which means that I must have reached the realm of a true immortal!"

The enemy who can kill the power of gods and Buddhas must be a god above the clouds!

That is to say...

Axue's fairy hunting was successful after all!

He still managed to catch the trace of the immortal in the last moments of his life!