Aboard a luxury yacht by the sea, the blue-haired magus threw his wine glass directly into the ocean. He then covered his face with his hands. Even without looking in a mirror, he was certain his face must be covered in wrinkles, and his blue hair must have turned a deathly white. His emotions were simply too agitated, causing his magical energy to fall into disarray.
After all, the fact that he had not achieved his goal on this first night truly displeased him. He had always been an arrogant person. This situation, being suppressed to the very bottom on the first night, was something that had never once appeared in his mind. But reality had dealt him precisely this blow.
He was a genius of the last century. He never imagined that this title of "genius" would be utterly worthless in the current era. But no matter how unwilling this magus was, he had no choice but to accept this status as the "previous wave being slapped onto the beach."
To fall from a high-and-mighty existence to one slapped dead upon the shore—how many people could adapt to such a disparity? Regardless of whether others could take it, he, this magus, could not. Whoever wants to be that wave slapped dead on the shore can be, but not me.Since ancient times, who has avoided death? Whoever wants to die can die, but I don't want to.
He had originally thought it was just a small Holy Grail magic ritual in a Far Eastern region. He never expected that such a magic ritual would actually produce so many unimaginably strong contenders. At the very least, that King Arthur wielding the Holy Lance was a difficult existence to deal with, not to mention that Napoleon was not weak either.
As for that bladesmith from the Far East, this magus subconsciously ignored him. After all, throughout the entire battle, this bladesmith did not seem to have contributed much strength. He was, at best, a weapon-forger. It didn't look like he was some divine-era artifact creator from this Far Eastern mythology. Not every equipment-forging master was named Aslan.
There were only a handful of blacksmiths qualified to be recorded in human history. This magus from the West had never heard of any famous blacksmiths from the Far East. On the contrary, in this world, whether in the East or the West, the name Aslan appeared quite often. Even in many modern games, Aslan is used as the legendary blacksmith NPC.
As for the Demon Blade Muramasa... it mostly appears as equipment in games with a certain thematic awareness. Compared to the person who forged this blade, the weapon itself was far more famous. But then again, the "Demon Blade" name only began to circulate primarily during the Tokugawa shogunate period, long after the most famous Muramasa blacksmith was gone.
Speaking of which, there was no need to hide the identity of this red-haired Far Eastern bladesmith any longer. He was precisely one from the Muramasa family who had forged countless swords. His title was Senji Muramasa. "Senji" (Thousand Children) was not a surname, but an honorific title bestowed because he had forged a vast number of blades. This old man's family name was Muramasa. As for this old man's given name..... it has probably been buried in the long river of history.
Unless someone could find the Muramasa family genealogy and compare it generation by generation. The Senji youth's family was a branch of the Muramasa family that had changed its name. As for why they changed their surname to Senji, it was likely to pay homage to the old man, Senji Muramasa.
Although his fame was not as prominent in foreign countries, in the Far East, at least in the modern day, the Muramasa clan still held considerable prestige.
Of course, no matter how prestigious, the blue-haired magus was still unfamiliar with it. Right now, this blue-haired magus was rubbing his forehead. Why did I summon that black Berserker?If it had been this Berserker's elder, or at least if he hadn't descended as a Berserker, he probably could have used his country's treasury, right?That treasury inherited from ancient Babylon.
A Heroic Spirit like that would definitely be stronger than this current Berserker, wouldn't he?
Dammit, why can't I summon more Heroic Spirits?This tiny number of Heroic Spirits isn't enough at all!
"Combat power, combat power, I need more combat power!!"
The other Heroic Spirit this magus had summoned stood silently not far away. Those heterochromatic eyes quietly watched her Master rave. She couldn't help but press a hand to her forehead. Why was I summoned by a magus like this?This magus is a disgrace to myself and to that great person I admire.
Suddenly, this Heroic Spirit drew the short blade from her waist, aiming it at the rear of the ship's cabin. At the same time, her magical energy began to slowly erupt. The word "Danger" flashed incessantly in her mind. Looking at the bizarre shadow at the back of the cabin, the power manifesting from this black shadow was extremely mixed, carrying a hint of demonic nature while also seeming to possess a trace of divinity.
"Master... be careful!"
The blue-haired magus, who had been sitting there nursing his self-pity, sat bolt upright. He stood up, narrowing his eyes, and clenched his fist, preparing to use a Command Spell.
The black shadow at the back of the cabin writhed and twisted, then slowly coalesced. That chaotic, shifting existence gradually took on a human shape. A pair of leather shoes stepped into the cabin's light, revealing a green suit. Beneath a green gentleman's hat was hair styled like that of a modern European opera actor.
This sudden arrival exuded a single style: retro. He looked like another fellow with a peculiar personality. The reason this humanoid presence was not called human was simple: even though this guy was wearing a human shell, the chaotic, unsettling feeling emanating from him was not restrained in the slightest.
"Could you put away that weapon? I am not here to be your enemy. I simply heard your Master say he was lacking in combat power, so I manifested. I come with sincerity. How about you show some sincerity as well?"
This being, wearing human skin, had a smile on its face. It bowed its head slightly, appearing just like a gentleman aristocrat from old Europe.
The blue-haired magus clenched his hands. The signs of aging that had appeared on his body vanished once again. This represented that his turbulent, shocked heart had calmed down once more. Naturally, this change did not escape the humanoid being's eyes. A smile appeared on the being's face. It seemed this collaboration could be successfully negotiated.