I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

As if in response to Assassin's words, a red, iron-like light streaked across the night sky and fell directly to the other end of the mountain.

There, a man and two women who had escaped from the vampire's clutches were running as hard as they could, running out of breath, but no one complained of being tired, and no one stopped.

Because to stop is to let down the old man, the legendary swordsman who gave up his life to save his life.

The young man who was running at the front and leading the way suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky as if he was aware of it, and whispered: "Master?"

Then, Chihong fell from the sky and landed impartially in the young man's hand.

No need to use his eyes to see, just a touch between his hands, the young man knew Chihong's true form.

That is what the master values ​​the most. It is called the forging hammer of the swordsmith's life. It is the only thing in the entire forging room that the master never allows him to touch.

But now, this forging hammer was handed into his own hands, accompanied by weak but soul-piercing words.

"The rest is up to you. From today on, you are Chiko Muramasa, and you will finish the things that I didn't have time to finish."

In an instant, the young man burst into tears.

The boy who grew up in a closed environment since childhood and had nothing to do but forge knives felt the weight of life and the inheritance of will for the first time.

For the first time, the innocent world in the boy's eyes was stained with gray. However, this gray did not make the boy's world dim, but made this somewhat illusory world become real.

Just like the words that the old man who has passed away often say——

Fire burns the earth and is smelted into iron.

After a hundred refinings, it becomes steel.

Forged with thousands of hammers, it becomes a famous sword!

It takes countless trials to transform an ore into a famous sword, and the same goes for people.

The boy has now finally begun the process of transformation from steel to knife, a process called maturity.

When he came back to his senses, the forging hammer had been unknowingly hung on his waist, and his feet were still moving forward mechanically, constantly moving forward.

"Brother, are you okay?" Wei Na, who was lying on his mother's shoulder, pulled Shirou's collar, "Whether it's Grandpa or not...it's all Wei Na's fault. If it weren't for Wei Na, Grandpa wouldn't be there." meeting……"

"It's none of Wei Na's business." Shirou turned his head and tried to force out a smile, "It's those monsters who are not good, and Master has not left yet. He has always been with me."

His rough hands held the hammer head down. The originally dim forging hammer instantly burst into red light, like the flames in the forging furnace, quickly flowing into the young man's body.

That was the old man's will that never changed whether he was alive or dead, and it was also his last entrustment.

"Master's will is inherited by me. From today on, I am Senko Muramasa. I will forge a magic sword that cuts off fate, fate, and sin. I will use this sword to kill demons and demons!"

The young man's figure grew taller at this moment, and the posture of holding the forging hammer was almost exactly the same as that of the old man.

This may be what is called inheritance.

The master leaves hope to the disciples, and the disciples inherit the master's will and continue to move forward.

This has been the case throughout the ages.

I won't stop, I will keep moving forward.

In the boy's seventeen-year life, it was the first time that he felt so sad and yet so high-spirited.

As if infected by this will, the usually cold Shiki was inspired to fight. She patted the young man on the shoulder hard and said:

"Okay, what you want is this momentum, and we will do our best to help you. You focus on forging the sword, and we focus on killing - Wei Na, do you still remember what I said to you? About killing."

"Remember. You can only kill one person in your life."

"Yes, a person can only bear the value of one person's life in a lifetime. If you kill others and use up your own death, you will never be able to kill yourself, nor can you die as an individual."

There was a hint of sadness in Shiki's dark eyes, an emotion he had never shown even when he learned of the death of Qianzi Muramasa.

"But killing is different. No matter what the reason is, I just want to kill. Just like I really want to kill those monsters now. I haven't had such a strong urge to kill for a long time."

The dry blood on the lips became moist again, because the tongue swept across the lips, and the magic knife "Higanri" that represented killing and death trembled.

After two ceremonies, this woman who became more and more "normal" after becoming a mother finally regained the feeling she once had, the feeling of a murderer.

The murderous aura that was too strong made the new Chiko Muramasa shudder involuntarily. On the contrary, the murderer's daughter was not affected by the murderous aura. She held her chin with her hand and said, "The current eldest brother and mother can't do this. .”

"What should we do?" Shi asked. She had never been as majestic as her mother in this regard.

"Keep running, there seems to be a village ahead."

Running all the way, they have gradually returned to the normal path.

"Village?" Shirou was startled and stopped immediately, "No, you can't go there, you can't introduce monsters into the village."

"Yeah, that's not something ordinary people can handle." Shiya nodded, "Weina, is there any other way?"

"I think this is the best way. We don't have to stay in there for a long time. As long as we can borrow a phone and contact the future teacher and Aunt Ying, they will definitely come to save us."

"Do you know Matou's phone number?"

"I don't know, but my mother should know."

Wei Na tilted her head and looked at her mother in confusion. The latter shook her head and her voice couldn't help but become a little weaker.

"I don't know, I never remember this..."

"Mother!"

Wei Na almost cried. If she grows up and learns some Internet slang, she will definitely scream "scam mom" and she won't be able to guide her at all.

Perhaps because he was a little embarrassed by his daughter, Shi quickly said, "I remember Mikiya's number. He should have the contact information of Matou and the others."

"Hurry up then."

I said "Oh" and sped up.

Shirou followed blankly, and at this moment he had no idea who the mother was.

What is at the end of the road is not actually a village, because there are only a few wooden houses surrounding it to form a courtyard - except that there are no courtyard walls. Although the style of the wooden house is old, it has been painted with new paint. It can be seen that someone has repaired and maintained it regularly.

Even more exciting is the glow of incandescent lights in the windows. Obviously, there are people living here, and it is the kind where all modern household appliances are available.

Wei Na suddenly jumped off Shiki's shoulders and trotted up to knock on the door.

"Is anyone here? Excuse me."

"Coming, coming." The young woman's response and the sound of slippers hitting the floor echoed in the room.

Soon, the door opened to the outside, revealing a heroic female face.

Seeing this face, the three people outside the door were all stunned.

The people at the door were also stunned.

Because this face is so similar to the two rituals, except for the color of the hair, they are carved from the same mold.