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Chapter 1028 The Encounter Between Shirou and Chiko Muramasa
The world is burning.

This is of course just a metaphor.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the four people located in the deep mountains outside Fuyuki City, the world is burning, as if the end is coming.

The tumbling flames engulfed the surrounding trees like a tsunami, engulfing the wooden house in the center, endlessly, never stopping.

Burn, burn, burn.

The feast of flames dyed the night sky fiery red for a long time, leaving only one color in the whole world.

No, not so.

Although it looks inconspicuous and hard to detect, there is indeed a slightly different color in the center of the world of flames.

Black, thick black, blacker than night.

No matter how the flames attack, it is always black that cannot be engulfed.

When the fire eased a little, the blackness immediately began to expand outwards.

It looks like a black waterfall, and it also looks like the torrent of the Weiyuan River.

The muddy water splashes and rushes in. Wherever it passes, the flames will never stop, which is better than the fire extinguisher in the hands of professional firefighters.

In the very center of the darkness, three tall figures in black stood straight up, their gloomy gaze pierced through the sea of ​​flames, and shot directly at the faces of three of the four people at the edge of the sea of ​​flames.

One gaze corresponds to one person.

"Your flames cannot overcome my 'chaos'."

Nero Kaos, the owner of "Chaos", said to the old man with white beard and hair.

"Hand over the Command Seal."

Roa, who was standing at the forefront of the "Chaos" turbidity, stared at Shirou behind the old man.

"Surrender, two rituals."

Standing behind the turbid current, the goal of Araya Soren has never changed, the woman who is next to death and connected to the "root".

"This, can't you beat them like this?"

Shirou, a young man who has not yet entered society formally, shivered involuntarily.

The old man remained calm and calmly analyzed: "Well, it seems that the opponent's 'Chaos' is a real thing, and it is not something that my fire can devour."

"Flame is not good, use a knife." Shiki said, putting on a posture of Iai, "The old man will help me open the way, as long as I can get close, I can kill them."

"You can, but I don't think you can succeed." The old man slowly shook his head, "The enemy is well aware of your abilities, and the previous attacks were obviously designed to limit your performance. I am afraid that what they are doing now is also designed to lure you Trap—you're doing exactly what they want."

"Well, what the old man said is correct." The little girl who was most closely protected by the old man, Shirou, and Shiki, Liang Yiwei said, "Mom has no chance of winning, and there seems to be something hidden near the three villains. It feels more dangerous to me than mom's eyes and grandpa's knife."

"Then, what should we do then?" Shirou panicked.

Recent events have been testing the limits of his nerves.He was born in a long-established swordsmith family, and his elders, including his father, were all swordsmiths, which have been passed down to him for 27 generations.At the age of seven, he began to learn forging knives. At the age of 17, he learned a lot. He was given a trial by his father according to the family tradition, and asked to forge a famous knife independently.

So he left his hometown of Ise alone, returned to Fuyuki where he lived as a child, and lived in a hut in an uninhabited mountain, focusing on forging knives.

The accident happened at this time.

One day, he accidentally injured his hand while forging. After the blood dripped into the forging furnace, the furnace emitted a strong light somehow, and then exploded.

After he recovered from the impact of the explosion, an old man appeared at some point in the place where the forging furnace was originally, and was commenting on the semi-finished product he had made.

The temperature is not enough, the force is uneven, the number of forgings is not enough, and the material is also problematic-the works that he was quite satisfied with were criticized as useless.

Shirou, who was young and energetic and was bombed for no reason, became angry at the time, and immediately started arguing with the old man, and even reported himself as "No. own portion.

Unexpectedly, it doesn't matter if you don't have a registration number, the old man who has a registration number is also angry, and directly knocks Shirou to the ground with a semi-finished knife embryo.

"Why did you hit me?" Shirou asked.

"Do you know who the old man is?" The old man squatted in front of him and asked coldly.

"I don't know." The dazed Shirou shook his head instinctively.

"The name you used was originally my old man's. With such a poor standard, he dared to use the name of Qianzi Village Masa. Do you think this old man has the right to beat you?"

Of course, Shirou didn't believe what the old man said.The first generation of Qianzi Village was from the Warring States Period, so how could it be possible that they were still alive.

The old man who claimed to be the head of Qianzi Village said that he was dead, but a celebrity like himself would become a heroic spirit after death, and sometimes he would come to the world in a special way.Then he explained the concepts of the Holy Grail War, Master, and Servant to Shirou—seeing his stupid look and the weird way of summoning just now, he knew that it was purely an accident that he summoned himself.

Shirou was stunned again.Qianzi Village was able to forge the legendary "Demon Saber Muramasa" in the same year, so the family it founded couldn't be just an ordinary family.Over the years, Shiro has seen many mysteries along with his father making knives for various Japanese families.But the mythical existence of Heroic Spirits, Servants, and the Holy Grail is still far beyond his imagination.Even if the old man instructed him to read the job description, parameters, real name, etc. through the master-slave contract, he still found it difficult to accept.

Of course, in the end Shirou accepted the reality, because the old man used the unique method of the knife maker-he made Shirou's semi-finished knife embryo into a knife on the spot.It took less than half an hour to produce a work that Shirou's father, No.20 Sixth Generation Senko Muramasa, could hardly match.

Throwing the knife in front of Shirou, the old man asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, of course I want to." Shirou nodded hastily, he really loves the profession of swordsmith.

The old man twitched his beard and smiled: "The standard is not good, but the attitude is not bad-for the sake of your sincerity, kneel down and worship the teacher."

"Huh?" The sudden surprise made Shirou stunned for the third time.

The old man frowned: "Why, you don't want to?"

"Yes, of course I would. But, according to seniority, you should be my ancestor, so..."

"According to your status, your kid is still an old master, there is no need to care about these boring things at all - you can kneel down to worship the teacher if you want to, and get out if you don't want to."

Speaking of this, Shirou couldn't say anything, and immediately knelt down respectfully and kowtowed.

"Master, please be respected by your disciples."

"Okay, from today onwards, you are the disciple of the old man." The old man's style is as crisp as the knife he forged, "Although I don't know how much time, but the old man will try his best to teach you everything I know, how much can I learn? It depends on your ability, start with the most basic material selection and go to the warehouse."

"Yes, Master."

As a result, the old and the young began to forge and practice in full swing, day and night.

(End of this chapter)