"The 27th Sengoku Muramasa, Shirou!"
The name the boy announced made Ryougi Shiki look obviously surprised.
Of course she had heard of Sengo Muramasa. He was a legendary swordsmith who came from a famous swordsmith family in Ise during the Warring States Period. The most famous sword in Japanese history, "Muramasa", was forged by him personally. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the best swordsmith in Japan.
The red-haired boy in front of him claimed to be the 27th generation Senko Muramasa. Presumably, after Senko Muramasa became famous, it became the name passed down from generation to generation by this lineage of swordsmiths. Such things are not uncommon in Japan, and the sword in the boy's hand is worthy of the name of Senko Muramasa.
The Liangyi family has always had the habit of collecting swords, and Shiki has become an expert in this art. With her keen eyesight, she can tell at a glance that the sword in the boy's hand is a new sword that has just been produced recently, but the spirit wrapped around the sword is no less than many ancient swords that have been refined by time for hundreds of years. It has reached the level of being able to cut mysterious objects. Such a level is simply unheard of.
However, being able to forge a good sword is one thing, and being able to use a good sword is another - can this young man unleash the power of the sword
With such doubts, Shi quietly moved towards the wooden barrel where various knives were placed. She wanted to pick a suitable knife so that if the boy couldn't hold on, she could provide timely support. Shi's level of using a katana was better than a dagger, and the wooden barrel was filled with high-quality knives. If she had such a knife before, she would not be so embarrassed.
When Shishi started to choose the sword, the beasts in the distance also approached, and the first to charge were three black wolves. Although wolves are not as strong as tigers, leopards, and bears, they like to travel in groups, like to outnumber the weak, and are very vindictive. Once they are targeted, they will not stop even if they have to run for dozens of kilometers, causing a lot of trouble for the mother and daughter to escape.
"This is the most troublesome thing right from the start." Shiki muttered quietly as he quickened the pace of selecting weapons.
On the other side, Mina, who was still full of energy, waved his hands and shouted: "Come on, Shirou-nii, kill them, kill them!"
Shirou turned his head and gave Mina a confident smile. Then, he swung his sword and instantly cut the fastest black wolf in two. The whole process was so smooth, as if he was not cutting a ferocious black wolf, but a piece of tofu.
Shirou slashed the wave with his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, blood flowed down the blade without leaving any trace on the blade. Then, he swung the sword again. This time, the swing was larger, and he killed two more black wolves at once.
"Try to kill?"
At this point, Shi finally saw the technique used by the boy. It was something that every swordsmith would do, regardless of school or heritage, and it wasn't even considered a martial art, it was simply a test of the sword.
Although it is very ordinary, in the hands of the young man, there is a kind of refreshing feeling. It is a reaction that has been integrated into the instinct after thousands of times of trial and error, and it is a realm that can only be achieved after thousands of tempers.
He must have been forging swords day after day since he was a child. What he forged was not only the sword, but also himself. Any sword in his hands was a test product, and the targets were the beasts in front of him.
One knife, two knives, three knives.
The boy just stood at the door, concentrating on testing the sword in his hand with the monster.
While testing, he muttered to himself.
"It feels good, and its sharpness and toughness are also good. Why does the master say it is a failure?"
I guess I don't have to worry about it now - Shiki thought. However, the next second, reality was reversed, and dense black shadows fell from the sky. They were a group of crows.
Driven by the mastermind behind the scenes, the crows launched a life-and-death attack without stopping. The speed of their swooping down from great heights and their sharp beaks caused damage that was no less than that of the black wolf's claws and teeth.
In a sense, this is a more troublesome existence than a wolf pack, because a wolf pack can only charge up with a few crows, but a dozen or even dozens of crows can charge up, and this number exceeds the limit that the sword can handle.
However, the red-haired boy did not panic. Just before the crows arrived, he took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and slashed with his sword from top to bottom with all his strength - it was still a trial slash. It seemed that the boy named Shirou only knew this move.
Compared with the huge number of crows, Shirou's attempt to cut was so small, as if it would be swallowed up by the vast flock of birds in the next moment. However, the result was just the opposite. It was not Shirou himself who was swallowed up, but the dense flock of birds.
One knife, just one knife, and the birds in the flock exploded from the inside as if someone had stuffed dynamite in their stomachs, and the splattered blood and flesh immediately covered the ground.
"How amazing!" Mina couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed, "But the knife seems to be unable to bear it."
Just as Mina said, at the same time as the flock of birds exploded, a shocking crack appeared on the sword in Shirou's hand, and it was obviously unusable.
The young man stretched out his hand and knocked on the center of the crack. The originally clear sword instantly dimmed and shattered into pieces.
"It turns out that the problem lies in the design. According to Master's request, it should all be turned into powder to obtain the maximum power. Hmm, I really am not practicing enough."
The explosion of the crows did not make the beasts retreat, but aroused their ferocity, and they rushed forward one after another. However, the boy was unaware of this and was still immersed in his own world.
"Be careful!!!" Shi saw something was wrong and quickly reminded.
"Ah!" Shirou finally reacted and instinctively pulled out his wakizashi, swinging it continuously.
However, wakizashi is a short sword after all, not as long as a katana, and it does not seem to have the special effect of exploding a flock of birds at the cost of the blade breaking. Before long, the boy, who lost his range advantage, fell into a disadvantage.
"Mom, throw a long sword to Brother Shirou." Mina rolled his eyes and shouted to his mother.
Shiki had the same idea, but before Mina could finish her words, she had already pulled out a wild sword and threw it at Shirou.
"then!"
The wild sword drew an arc in the air, swirled over the boy's head, and then was slapped away by a bear. Minawashiki's idea was easy to win, but the person who was manipulating the beasts behind the scenes obviously didn't intend to give them any chance.
Yes, they - the target of the group of beasts is not only Shirou, but also Shiki and Mina.
When Shirou was surrounded, the remaining beasts began to bang on the fence, trying to catch the mother and daughter in the yard in one fell swoop.
Shiki protected his daughter behind him with one hand, picked up the long-chosen sword with the other hand, and shouted into the house.
"Come on, just let the horses come. The old man in the house, run quickly, the beast is rushing in."
"It's so annoying to hear all the noise. Don't you know that quenching is the most critical step?"
The person in the room said this and walked out of the room.