"Is this the legendary master craftsman's forge? Does that mean swords capable of slaying monsters are born here every day? Is there anything special about it?"
Musashi looked thoroughly intrigued. Judging solely by her apparent mental age, perhaps
she was even less mature than Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been quietly standing to one side and observing politely?
In other words, she was on O-Nui's level.
No, O-Nui was more obedient than Musashi, so she was on Tasuke's level.
Senji Muramasa and Sakumura Anno both looked at her with strange expressions.
"W-What is it?"
Musashi noticed their stares and shrank back slightly.
"It's just an ordinary forge. There's nothing special about it."
Senji Muramasa withdrew his gaze and looked over his forge.
"Ah, though perhaps I can't call it entirely ordinary."
"After all, I am what they call a 'Servant' now."
"In fact—"
Thump, thump!
He pounded his chest with a fist, feeling the strength in his body.
"I don't really know whether this vessel is truly the so-called 'Muramasa.'"
"The so-called Muramasa?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned.
That way of putting it...
"Who knows?"
Senji Muramasa closed his eyes.
"I was never a human worthy of being enshrined as a Heroic Spirit. Unlike that fellow over there, I was merely an ordinary swordsmith."
"Though in the field of forging, I have every confidence that my skills reached the realm of the gods, skill is skill. When it comes to achievements..."
He casually picked up a hammer that had been left on the forging table and narrowed his eyes.
"I'm no hero who saved a nation, no great swordsman, nor did I ever assassinate a Tokugawa Shogunate shogun and earn the title of peerless under heaven."
"That is clearly not enough to become a Heroic Spirit capable of obtaining a Saint Graph."
"The