After completing the last pill exercise and shouting out the loud "ten thousand", Shuishinzi Shoji's figure shook twice.
He forced himself not to fall, but put the forging hammer aside.
He has always known that someone is by his side, but he has never paid attention to it. The process of Maru training is also very similar.
The couple closed the doors and windows, extinguished the stove, and plunged the entire forging room into darkness.
Zuocun, Longma and Miss Aaron were guarding the door.
They know what they should do.
This time forging the sword, Shui Xinzi went through the most difficult time of forging the sword for the first time. The jade steel with the moiré pattern made the old man devote his life to it.
The next step taken in the darkness is not only to keep it secret, but also to better bring this famous sword to the world.
The sun rises from the east, climbs to the top of the head, and begins to set slowly.
There were occasional knocking sounds in the house.
Shui Xinzi and his wife had no servants. This kind of high-strength knife forging was very dangerous, so the three of them voluntarily took on the responsibility for the rest.
Bang——!!!
The door to the room was kicked open, and Shui Xinzi's figure appeared at the door.
"Hahaha!!!"
The old man, who no longer looked strong, laughed three times.
Then.
thump--
He lay on the ground, and the things in his hands fell to the ground with a clang.
Zuo Cun and Ryoma, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, quickly picked up Shuishinzi Shoji and put the tall old man on the back of the taller Ryoma. Miss Aaron flew into the house and lost Shoji.
The unconscious Mrs. Shui Xinzi was picked up.
After placing Shui Xinzi and his wife in the bedroom, Zuocun and Ryoma bowed deeply to the couple who had given everything they had for the sword.
And the knife.
After settling the unconscious Shui Xinzi and his wife, Zuo Cun returned to the forging room.
He looked at the things on the ground, somewhat silent.
Bending down to pick up this thing that could not be called a knife, Zuo Cun began to appreciate it carefully.
The shape of the knife was already perfect, and it was pure silver. There were cloud patterns on the blade, and blue light reflected on the sharp edge. Zuo Cun saw his own eyes in the blade.
There is nothing tied to the handle, and there is no signature. This knife is not finished yet.
Zuo Cun looked at the blade, a little fascinated.
Also a little scared.
It's not a simple surprise, but a kind of frightening feeling.
It feels like this knife can cut itself into pieces at any time.
Two drops of cold sweat ran down his face, and Zuo Cun almost didn't hold the knife.
Shaking his head, Zuo Cun put away his distracting thoughts and no longer focused on the unnamed knife.
Carrying the knife, Zuocun came to the front hall, put the knife on the table, Zuocun turned and left.
Compared with swords, people are more important now. Shui Xinzi Zhengji, who has been forging swords for three days and three nights without eating, drinking or sleeping, and Mrs. Shui Xingzi, who is weak but determined to stay with her husband and forge swords.
In urgent need of nutritional supplements and care.
In the next two days, Zuo Cun, Long Ma, and Miss Aaron took care of Shui Xinzi and his wife.
Ryoma is responsible for cooking, while Zuo Cun and Miss Aaron are responsible for monitoring the physical condition of Shui Xinzi Zhengci and Mrs. Shui Xinzi.
Finally, on the third day after finishing the knife forging, Shui Xinzi woke up first.
Shui Xinzi suddenly sat up from the tatami, startling Zuo Cun who was dozing next to him.
Shui Xinzi rubbed his eyes and touched his head. He didn't notice Zuo Cun beside him, but subconsciously wanted to get up, but he felt a little weak, and his body no longer felt as strong as before.
fell to the ground.
"Ouch..." Shui Xinzi grinned in pain.
Zuo Cun quickly helped Shui Xinzi Shoji, who was unable to lift himself, from the ground back to the soft mat.
"You are looking for a knife, I'll get it for you." Zuo Cun patted Shui Xinzi Shoji's back, got up and went to the front hall to get the knife.
Shui Xinzi looked at Zuo Cun's back and felt vaguely familiar, but it was already dark now and he couldn't see clearly, so he could only sit where he was.
He knew that several people came 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 come to forging a famous sword, and it was also the only time.
He must cherish this opportunity.
Ryoma stayed at the door, drowsy.
Zuo Cun patted Ryoma, and Ryoma woke up instantly.
"Uh, eh?" He was still a little confused, "What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's Samura-kun." After seeing the person clearly, Ryoma finally gained some intelligence.
"Mr. Shuishinzi Shoji has woken up."
"Hmm...did you want to find that knife after you woke up?" Ryoma thought for a moment and said with a smile.
"Yes, he looks very anxious." Zuo Cun also smiled.
This kind of sword fighting is the purest, without any other emotions mixed in. It is admirable and makes people involuntarily feel happy for him.
"I'll get it." Zuo Cun said and walked towards the front hall.
Picking up the knife from the front hall, Zuo Cun quickly returned to the bedroom.
He knew how eager Shui Xinzi Zhengci was to see this sword.
Arriving in front of Shuixinzi Shoji, Zuo Cun presented the knife without a handle with both hands.
"Mr. Shui Xinzi, your knife."
Shui Xinzi Zhengci's attention was focused on the knife in Zuo Cun's hand the moment he entered the door.
He tremblingly took the knife from Zuo Cun's hand.
Zuo Cun and Ryoma consciously gave up their positions so that Shui Xinzi Shoji could see the sword clearly by the moonlight.
Shui Xinzi stroked the blade of the sword for the first time.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Shui Xinzi, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, knelt on the ground and looked at the knife with tears streaming down his face.
The knife shone with a faint cold light under the moonlight.
He flicked the blade with his fingers, making a buzzing sound.
"Woo..." His eyes never left the knife in his hand, unwilling to leave.
Zuomura and Ryoma looked at each other and smiled in unison.
...
The famous sword was born.
After three days and three nights, the quality of a knife forged by Manjimaru would be more surprising if it were not a famous sword.
Shui Xinzi's weight plummeted from 120 kilograms to 90 kilograms, and her originally strong body even looked a little thin.
A head of long gray hair turned into dry white hair.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi, who serves as an assistant, has also lost a lot of weight and looks older than before.
This sword was the sword into which Shui Xinzi Shoji devoted all the rest of his sword-forging career.
However, Shui Xinzi Zhengci has no regrets at all.
He finally forged a sword that surpassed himself and even his ancestors.
He is confident that the sword forged by the first generation of adults may not be of better quality than this sword.
This is the knife that forges life into it.
After that, Shui Xinzi Shoji, no matter how he recovered, could no longer hold up his forging hammer.