Musashi looked like he couldn't put it down for the sword he used last night, which could be called a "big business".
"Should I call you...Grandpa?"
Without the dangerous atmosphere last night, Musashi calmed down and had some doubts about whether to call this young-looking man "Grandpa" - but it didn't last long, after all.
What she cares about now is the knife in her hand.
"Although I have made up my mind not to own a fifth sword before, this one - it's really extraordinary! So it's possible and it's worth it!"
"Be quiet, restless little one!"
The young-looking grandfather made a somewhat impatient voice, frowned and glanced at Musashi and the knife in Musashi's hand.
"Just take that knife, you're welcome."
The old man closed his eyes.
"In this case, it can be regarded as a thank you gift for sending Ah Xiu and Tiansuke back to Cao'an. No one can use this knife in the first place. If you can use this knife as a thank you gift, I would also like it."
"Hey? Are you really willing to give it to me?"
Musashi's eyes widened in disbelief.
Can such a precious sword be obtained so easily?
"Now that I have spoken out my words, I will never go back on my word."
The old man hugged his chest and spoke concisely.
"But...I still want to remind you."
His eyes were slightly off-kilter.
"This is a failure."
"For some reason, I accidentally touched a demon-like sword in the demon realm."
"The ultimate knife that I... am pursuing is not the so-called knife that cuts flesh and breaks bones. If you just want to do something of this level, then any knife can do it.
, even the kitchen knife in the vegetable market can do it."
"I am a person who has dedicated his whole life to this way. How can I be satisfied with just this level?"
"What I am pursuing is not just tearing apart the flesh, but something that can touch the destiny. In other words -"
"It is a famous sword that can truly kill fate, fate, and past karma."
"If you can't even do these things, how can you shamelessly call yourself a knifesmith?"
Zuo Cun, who was sitting outside the hermitage, opened his eyes.
The knife that kills fate, kills destiny, kills karma...
He looked at the crane feather on his waist.
Judging from the description alone, He He does indeed fit the bill...but perhaps it is because he, the master of the sword, is too dissatisfied that he has fallen into such a state of deathly silence.
--No.
Perhaps it's because the fate he wanted to cut off has already been cut off.
Swords are born with a mission in mind.
Some knives are for killing fate, and some knives are for killing karma.
Even tools, even weapons used for killing, have their own meanings - Zuo Cun has always believed this.
This is also the reason why he finally left all three knives on the cliff.
"......I see."
After a moment of silence, as if trying to figure out what the old man said, Miyamoto Musashi smiled and nodded.
"However, in my memory, Lord Yishun and those black guys seemed to have said similar things, right? Fate, karma and so on..."
"Then, it seems that it was no accident that this sword was able to kill Lord Yishun last night. Even though you said it was a failure... it can indeed kill the kind of person who carries it.
monster."
"Well......"
Halfway through, Musashi scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Anyway, all in all, it was me who took this knife to chop."
"You mean it's all thanks to this knife? Well... you're quite knowledgeable."
The old man smiled meaningfully and looked quite happy.
"Then, I will not only prepare meals for you, but also prepare beds!"
Ah, it is indeed the character of an elderly person.
Either his grandson is praised, or the results of his work are praised, but in short, as long as he is praised, he will appear happy, and in a sense, he is quite easy to handle.
"After you have eaten, go and rest for a while. You must not be energetic enough after just sleeping for such a short period of time, especially the little girl next to you, who is about to fall asleep sitting up now."
The old man reminded me.
"ah."
Musashi looked to his side.
Then I found that Fujimaru Ritsuka was already staggering and almost fell to the ground.
"Ritsuka!!!"
Musashi was startled and quickly hugged Ritsuka who almost fell down.
"Well, in short, that knife was indeed a failure, and this fact cannot be changed."
The old man's face became serious and he shook his head gently.
"It's impossible to cut off destiny and karma with just that knife. The most that can be done... is just to cut off karma, just like what you did yesterday.
That way.”
"But what happened last night, I think, your level as a user also plays a big factor."
It sounds like business nonsense - but it's an indisputable fact.
If the sword hadn't been very strong, Musashi wouldn't have been able to cleave Hohoin Yinshun's spiritual core, even if Musashi wasn't strong enough.
"Does this knife have an inscription?"
"...If I had to say it, I should call it Myojin Kiri Muramasa."
After hesitating for a moment, the old man said.
"Myojinri... Muramasa?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka came back to his senses and blinked curiously.
Why does this name feel a bit...
"Since it can kill inhuman things, it should be called Myojinri, and Muramasa...isn't it the original reason to add the name of the swordsmith?"
The old man looked like it was natural.
"Muramasa?"
Musashi's eyes became sharp.
"Muramasa!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleepiness disappeared and her eyes widened.
"Muramasa. What's wrong?"
The old man still acted as if he was taking things for granted.
"Muramasa...! Wait, are you -"
Muramasa, knifesmith, these two words are connected——
"...Tsk."
The old man smacked his mouth in displeasure.
"Well, let's introduce ourselves again."
He hugged his chest and his eyes became a little impatient again.
"Saber, Senko Muramasa, like the monk just now and the guy sitting over there, are all servants."
Apart from Heroic Swordsman and Inshun, the second servant in this singularity was met by Fujimaru Ritsuka...
Saber Senko Muramasa.
Saber Zuomura Anno.
Coupled with Miyamoto Musashi beside him...
Why do you feel that this place is so connected to these "swordsmen"...?