"Is there really no way for you to stay?"
Sakumura still held the two girls' hands, looking somewhat earnestly at Muramasa, who had already begun to fade away.
"I'd like to stay too, you know."
Muramasa pursed his lips as he looked at Sakumura.
"You're surprisingly similar to me in nature. I never noticed it before."
"And yet, my lingering attachment... sigh!"
Muramasa rubbed his forehead, baring his teeth in a grimace.
"What a bunch of troublesome little brats! Whether it was forging swords or having children. Just how stupid was I in life, trying to delve into swordsmithing all the way to the realm of gods and Buddhas?"
"...Lord Sakumura, if possible, I'm entrusting those two children to you."
Whoosh—
Golden light descended, and Saber Senji Muramasa exited the stage.
"Hot, hot! By the way, doesn't it feel like the fire's getting bigger?"
"...At least we succeeded."
Fujimaru Ritsuka finally let out a sigh of relief.
Now, all they had to do was leave with Mr. Sakumura.
Musashi and Kotarou each had their own way of leaving as well.
"Lord Muramasa really stole the spotlight at the very end. I thought this time would count as my big moment."
Musashi was somewhat helpless about it, but for the time being—she did not think there was anything wrong with it.
If they had not let old man Muramasa deliver that strike, then his mission would have failed, wouldn't it?
Back in the Shimabara Hell, neither Musashi's nor Sakumura's slashes had done much. Although Myojin-giri Muramasa was said to be able to cut through many things, it had been completely ineffective within that Reality Marble where everything burned fiercely.
If not for Muramasa's strike, they might not even have been able to escape.
Was this what they meant by one thing