Chapter 409: The Demon Sword Arrives in the Demon Realm

Chiko Muramasa?

When they heard him announcing his name, Musashi, Hohoin Inshun, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and even Ruka all showed quite surprised expressions.

"A very famous person?"

Esdeath came closer to Lucia and whispered to him softly.

"If you say you are famous, you are indeed famous, but it is a different kind of famous."

Liuxia nodded, and then said: "Muramasa generally refers to a group of swordsmiths who lived in the Kuwana area of ​​Ise from the Muromachi period to the Edo period. There were three generations of Muramasa, each with 3 or 4 people. Muramasa is the inscription on the sword, and every knife they forge is called Muramasa, and each one is very sharp, so Muramasa is basically synonymous with the most famous group of knife makers in the history of this country."

Many people have heard of the name of Demon Sword Muramasa. Among them, Muramasa, who is called Demon Sword, is a famous sword forged by the Muramasa clan.

Because in the Tokugawa shogunate, which controlled the island country at that time, nearly four tribesmen were injured by various Muramasa swords. Therefore, the Tokugawa shogunate denounced the Muramasa as an "unlucky" symbol and ordered that the Muramasa be abolished. Anyone who dared to wear it would be considered a criminal. Those who defied the shogunate were all sentenced to death, so the name "demon sword" gradually became generalized. Almost all swords made by the Muramasa were called demon swords.

Therefore, the name Muramasa can not only refer to the demon sword that severely damaged the Tokugawa people several times in history, but it can also be the name of the group of swordsmiths who forged the demon sword.

Among all three generations of swordsmen named Muramasa, the first generation Muramasa is undoubtedly the most famous.

"May I ask, grandpa, how many generations of Muramasa are you?"

As expected, Musashi asked the red-haired young man so loudly, his eyes no longer had that sense of dissoluteness, and the look he looked at the other person had become serious. For all swordsmen, Muramasa is worthy of admiration. people.

"The Shodaime."

The red-haired young man who called himself Qianzi Muramasa gave the answer nonchalantly, and then seemed to remember something, "But this body is not my own. As soon as I was summoned, I appeared in this body." It seems to be because this container is very similar to me in spirit, body, and even fate, so it appeared like this."

"I see, that means Grandpa Muramasa is a pseudo-server?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realized it and gave some other people some popular science, "Some heroic spirits cannot be summoned due to special reasons, so they will look for humans with high aptitudes to use as containers to attach themselves to. Such servants are generally called pseudos." Like a follower."

According to her, under normal circumstances, the heroic spirit takes the dominant position in the personality of the pseudo-server, and the possessed human being will fall into a deep sleep. However, there are also cases where the heroic spirit throws its power to the possessing human being and then does nothing. .

Although Lucia's [common sense] also contained some concepts about pseudo-servants, he didn't know as much as this girl.

But how many strange servants are there in Chaldea?

"It doesn't matter whether it's similar or not. You guys come in first. I've asked Ah Xiu to make tea."

Qianzi Muramasa didn't seem to care at all about the pseudo-servers. He directly greeted everyone into the wooden house and sat down around the wooden table.

"Anyway, let me listen to what you have to say first.

What is going on with so many alien beings, servants, and humans gathered together? "

Under Qianzi Muramasa's very straightforward request, everyone readily nodded in agreement and exchanged their information with each other.

Half an hour later.

After Ah Xiu refilled the tea three times, he finally understood the current situation.

"I see, there is a subspecies singularity and a heroic swordsman."

Qianzi Muramasa nodded with understanding, "Since I was summoned, I have only killed weirdos. I didn't expect something as weird as the heroic swordsman to exist."

"Put the spirit base outside the body and rely on the immortal body to fight... Huh, now I understand the reason why I was summoned here."

There was a sneer-like look on his face, which made Fujimaru Ritsuka a little concerned.

"What do you mean?" she couldn't help but asked aloud.

"It's nothing special. It has something to do with the knife I'm forging."

Qianzi Muramasa stood up from the wooden table, walked into the next room, and took back a tachi that had not yet been opened, but the whole thing exuded a strange atmosphere.

"I just said that those knives outside were failures, right? Although this one is not a success, it can be said to be a semi-finished product."

He put the unedited knife on the table and let a few people watch it. "What I am pursuing is not a steel knife that can break flesh and bones, but a steel knife that can settle all karma and grudges and cut off everything." The magic sword that deals with intangible things such as fate and fate.”

Cut off the invisible?

Can such a sword be made... No, considering that many heroic spirits in history also had incredible magic blades and holy swords, it is more reasonable to think that those magic blades and holy swords were also forged by some being.

However, Qianzi Muramasa, as a human being, actually wanted to create a sword that could cut off all invisible things. Even in Ruka's opinion, it was a bit whimsical. That was basically the domain of gods, right? Or beings like the God of Forging might be able to do it, but to say that Senko Muramasa can do it, Ruka finds it hard to believe.

But perhaps only this kind of obsession can be regarded as pursuit.

Lucia does not sneer at this kind of pursuit. Instead, she feels that Chiko Muramasa is indeed worthy of admiration. His passionate spirit of doing something even though he knows he can't do it should not suffer any contempt or disdain.

"The old man said this is a semi-finished product. In other words, this knife barely possesses the power of that realm?"

Musashi stretched out his hand and held the knife in his palm. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully for a while, then opened his eyes with a thrilling look on his face.

"Indeed, I can feel that there is some kind of power that can reach the devil's realm in it. It is a demon sword worthy of its name. Ruka-chan, you can also feel it."

Liu Xia followed the instructions and took the sword from Musashi's hand. Just by holding it, Liu Xia felt that this sword was different from any knife she had seen before.

It's not that the appearance is so gorgeous. Although there are some carvings on the blade of this knife, it is far from gorgeous. It is just that there is a kind of magic flowing in it that makes people unconsciously immersed in it.

"sharp."

Liu Xia couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration, and looked at the knife over and over, "If it is this knife, maybe it can directly cut off the spirit base by killing the body. If I used this knife before, Maybe none of those heroic swordsmen can leave."

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