Senji Muramasa knew that what he had said was difficult to understand. But for someone who had walked a single path to the bitter end, perhaps what was needed from the start was precisely this kind of nearly mad obsession.
"I have completely forgotten what my son and grandson looked like. Though the family that inherited my name and forging techniques barely managed to survive into later generations. Still, it seems I never fulfilled my duties as a father or grandfather at all. Perhaps this is karmic retribution."
"I don't know whether this is a dream, reality, or something else entirely, but in any case, I was summoned here. Though I have no idea who summoned me, or why."
Senji Muramasa wore a thoughtful expression.
In truth, this was something he had never figured out.
He had always claimed that the Counter Force had summoned him here, but there had to be some purpose behind it, no matter what.
"Wait, Lord Muramasa is a Servant too? Just like Lord Kotarou?"
Katou Danzo finally realized it, belatedly.
"That's right. I'm merely the shadow of a man who had nothing besides forging blades."
Muramasa nodded.
"Come to think of it, why did you only notice now, Danzo? Don't you think it's strange that Grandpa clearly looks like a young man, yet calls himself 'this old man,' and we all call him Grandpa? There must be some reason for it."
"Ah, th-that..."
Danzo had thought this grandpa simply looked far too young.
"In any case, this life of mine is destined to end here, isn't it?"
Muramasa pulled the conversation back on track. He even wore a faint smile as he said it.
"If I'm bound to die, then I'd better make proper 'use' of it."
"This old man intends to stay here