"But at least I know that one day, a little guy like you will be born in this world. Although in my opinion you are a weirdo, but..."
"If the day comes when there are more and more little guys like you, it turns out that the so-called peaceful age may not be so bad after all."
yes--
No one likes war.
That is something that will destroy the world and destroy the most precious happiness.
"I have seen, seen... the world after that."
Zuo Cun recalled some things, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
"I won't say much, but... at least in that era, children can live a life where they can grow up normally. I think this is enough."
"And, if we talk about weirdos - everyone here is considered a weirdo, right?"
"I sacrificed my life for other people I have never met, but maybe it is for this reason that we were able to come to this place together."
Musashi chuckled and scratched his head, then blinked at Grandpa Muramasa in a narrow manner.
"By the way, Mr. Muramasa... I have a question for you."
Danzo captured a little bit of different details from the previous conversation.
"What's wrong?"
Muramasa looked a little impatient because he was dissed by Musashi.
"You said you no longer remember what your grandson looks like. Doesn't that mean...not a metaphor? But it actually appeared in your memory...?"
She didn't finish her words, but everyone already knew what she meant.
"yes."
Without any ambiguity, Muramasa nodded and admitted the matter.
"It's not a lie, it's just that I really don't remember it anymore."
"——Looking back, there is really nothing to say about my life. It is nothing more than a man who focused on forging swords for his whole life."
"As long as you make something like a knife according to the professor's method, basically just one person can make something capable of cutting people."
"How should I put it...I am not satisfied with this."
"In other words - I don't obey this, and I absolutely cannot accept it."
As he spoke, he opened his eyes, and the look in his eyes was a yearning light.
"I want to forge a sword that can cut even things that cannot be cut - that's the idea."
"Only when you have achieved this level can you really be called a [swordsmith]."
"I have been forging knives since I was a child. I was born to forge knives and grew up to forge knives. Even if everyone around me has starved to death, been sent to the army due to signs, died in battle, or simply died of illness.
, as a blacksmith, I don’t have to worry about not having enough to eat.”
"It's precisely because of this - I always thought that if you can't even do [this thing], why should you eat this bowl of rice?"
"There is no point in living for a so-called swordsmith like that."
This may be the reason why Muramasa's body contains a sword that is more powerful than many swordsmen - Zuomura thought.
In terms of understanding of swords, swordsmen will only be better than samurai who use swords. After all, samurai only pick up swords to slash and cut off. The sword is an extension of samurai skills, but the swordsmen are hammered out with hammer after hammer.
"Aiming to create the ultimate sword, I have created many blades with the name Muramasa."
"Because if we don't forge such a quantity, we won't be able to create the supreme one...that is, the [unparalleled] industry."
Musashi stood next to Muramasa, blinking and smiling, not knowing what he was laughing at.
"Cut off the cause and fate, cut off the fate, and even cut off the past karma. This is what I am pursuing and the conclusion that I must achieve."
As he spoke, he glanced at Musashi who was giggling, and curled his lips in disgust.
"You guy, if you want to laugh, go and laugh somewhere else! The Myojin Kiri Muramasa I gave you is not the sword I have been pursuing!"
"Myojin Kiri is just a demon sword, a supernormal blade that has reached the realm of demons."
"This sounds extremely astonishing...but fundamentally speaking, this is not the sword that Mr. Muramasa is pursuing."
Kotaro nodded in approval.
Muramasa was silent for a long time.
Suddenly, he looked at Zuo Cun.
"Boy, the one on your waist is called Hehe, right?"
"Show it to me again."
"Um?"
Zuo Cun looked a little surprised.
But if Muramasa wants to see this knife...
"good."
Zuo Cun nodded, took off the whole crane hei from his waist, and handed it to Qianzi Muramasa with both hands.
Zheng——
Pulling out this extremely heavy sword and feeling the soul of the sword residing in it, Muramasa had no words and just expressed his admiration with his expression.
"What's the name of the person who forged this knife?"
He raised his head and asked Zuo Cun.
"Shui Xinzi Zhengxiu is the third generation."
Zuocun answered truthfully.
"The faith and determination condensed in this sword probably surpass the power of human beings, but it is wielded in a human manner, right?"
"The enthusiasm contained in it makes even me feel ashamed."
"This sword is the greatest pursuit of the third generation of Shui Xinzi Masahide in his life. There is no second possibility."
——Every word is true.
Zuo Cun obviously didn't say any words, but Muramasa told everything that He He was forged by Shui Xinzi under what kind of state of mind he was in.
"In order to forge this knife, Mr. Shui Xinzi spent several days and nights without any rest, and poured all his life force into it."
"I am not boasting, but the Hehe I hold is also the most outstanding one among the three most famous ones in the Shui Xinzi series."
The Aanglang Kiri, the Sugita Repaying Sword, and the Hehe held by Zuo Cun. These three famous swords are the three most famous famous swords in Shuixinzi Masahide's series. The world often calls the three swords "Shuixinzi's three unique works".
】, among them, the Aanglang Kiri and the Sugita Repaying Sword are both from the first generation Suishinko Masahide, while Zuomura's Tsuruhe is from the third generation Suishinko Masahide, which is also the most famous among the three masterpieces.
Of course, this actually has something to do with Zuo Cun. After all, Zuo Cun is much more famous than the holders of the other two famous swords.
"He realized his long-cherished wish. As a swordsmith, he must have died with a smile on his face...but I am."
Qianzi Cunzheng sheathed the crane feather and sighed.
"When can I truly pursue my [unique] great career?"
He returned the knife to Zuocun, shook his head, and Qianzicun continued to walk forward.