He could feel himself fading from Life. The pain of the stab was unmistakable and yet, that was also fading away into numbness.
Ah… Was this how it feel like? To die. Death doesn't feel like anything he had read upon from reading the many reincarnation and rebirth fanfics he had gotten his hands and eyes on when he had been alive. It was more similar to.. he honestly do not know what to compare it to. Hell? Not really, he doubts hell make you feel numb like how he feels right then.
Really... You can't just describe it with words. At least not with the rough words of English.
He wondered, after a long time or so he think it was, how long was thing going to last? This numbness was driving him crazy. Ah, most would probably gone crazy at this point. Especially with how his mind was still at work, as much as he wanted it to stop.
Ahh... What is peace? Death was supposed to be peace isn't it? Why was it so stressful? Why was he feeling this way? Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Someone stop it..
ZAP!
Something just collided with him after what felt like hundreds of years. And it was as if he just got zapped by lightning.
It didn't take long for him to finally feel pain. And something else happened again...
Flashes of things akin to memories played before his own eyes, his brain started to feel the overload and he could imagine himself emanating smoke from his head. And if he could scream, he would be waking up a whole city with his scream. It hurt so much.
But then it was gone as fast as it came. And now, he has a whole memories of someone, a famous someone.
He was well known in Japan for his skill as a blacksmith. No one really know what or how he lived his life, but what they do know was that his art was the best and his name.
Senji Muramasa, or was it Sengo? But this one was known as Senji 'gramps' Muramasa in his last memories.
He honestly doesn't know how to react to that. The fact that he had somehow 'merged' with the Demonic Blacksmith himself was already surprising. And now he needs to deal with the blacksmith's desire and feelings in those memories he gained.
But it was also what helped him in this numbness. The memories he hold as his own and the memories of a legendary blacksmith who was more of a craftsman considering what his real goal was. He played both of them every single time he spent in this numbness, going through every single one, each details, and learning in his mind how to utilize them into reality.
Sometimes in the process, he wondered where had the blacksmith consciousness gone to. Considering the knowledge he have (not that much but enough), powerful souls that merged with a normal human's soul tend to be the dominant one, and yet, Senji Muramasa did not claim the place for consciousness or even talk. No, when he dived deeper, he could tell that the reason was that when the Saint Graph burned, his consciousness left first, but the history remained along with the few abilities Senji Muramasa had when it merged with him.
He really have nothing else to do in this place, hence, he keep repeating all of the memories. It was to the point he could recite every words from one of the interaction the blacksmith had. Though his own memories was fading even before he received Senji Muramasa's memories, so all he remembered was the few important events. Like the day he met his co-workers, the day of his death, and some interactions that left a big impression on him. The rest was a blur, he didn't even remember his parents name, and his own was almost lost in time.
Maybe getting fused with Senji Muramasa was his fortune in this numbness. Though he doesn't even know what to do now that he was out of materials to think over in his mind.
Just as he thought that, something odd happened again.
He felt hands on him, engulfing his 'body', as if it was a hand of a giant. And then, he heard a voice that sent shivers up his 'spine'.
"You will do." And then the hand let go of him, and before he went 'unconscious', he heard it say something again. "Help my child in his goal, ️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝u̴̢̠͎̲̗̮̤̥̪̖̦͈͕͛̈́̀̒̒̄̚͠️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜-o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜. You have my blessing."
What... Does that... Even mean...?
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That night, the world held it's breath. Or maybe not? No, the world of a few people was holding their breath. They were waiting for something, for the small miracle that they had waited for these past nine months.
And it was broken by a cry of life that woke up the house. One that make the world of the few people relief themselves of breath. One that bring tears and smiles and the feelings of excitement, worries, anxiety, anticipation.
It was a great night for the family of blacksmith that works for the nobility of the Rain City.
One that bring a new member to its small household.
And one that was surely not amused at how they got there if the loud cry was anything to go by.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"
Was the thought of the infant that had the soul of a young man who fused with Senji Muramasa.