The world is burning.

This is, of course, just a metaphor.

But at this time, in the eyes of the four people who are located in the mountains on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, the world is burning, as if the end is coming.

The tumbling flames engulfed the surrounding trees like a tsunami, engulfing the wooden houses in the center, endlessly, without stopping.

Burn, burn, burn.

The feast of flames dyed the night sky a fiery red, and for a long time the whole world was left with only one color.

No, it's not.

Although it looks inconspicuous and difficult to detect, in the center of the world of flames, there is indeed a slight difference in color.

Black, a heavy black, a darker black than the night.

No matter how the flames attack, the black that can never be engulfed.

When the fire eased slightly, the black immediately began to expand outward.

It looks like a black waterfall, and it looks like a torrent rushing from a distant river.

The muddy water splashes and surges, and everywhere it passes, the flames never stop, and the effect is better than the fire extinguisher in the hands of a professional firefighter.

In the center of the darkness, three tall figures dressed in black rose straight up, their gloomy gazes shining through the barrier of the sea of fire to the faces of three of the four people on the edge of the sea of fire.

One gaze corresponds to one person.

"Your flames cannot overcome my 'Chaos'. ”

Nero Kaos, the owner of Chaos, said to the old man with white hair.

"Hand over the spell. ”

Luo A, who was standing at the forefront of the turbidity current of "Chaos", stared at Shirou behind the old man.

"Surrender, two ceremonies. ”

Standing behind the turbidity current, the goal of Araya Zonglian has always remained the same, the woman who is adjacent to death and connected to the "root".

"Won't this defeat them?"

Shirou, a young man who is still a minor and has not officially entered society, shuddered involuntarily.

The old man still remained calm and calmly analyzed: "Well, it seems that the other party's 'chaos' is a genuine thing, and it is not something that my furnace fire can devour." ”

"If the flame doesn't work, use a knife. Shi said, putting on a posture of Juhe, "The old man will help me clear the way, as long as I can get close, I can kill them." ”

"Yes, yes, but I don't think you can succeed. The old man shook his head slowly, "The enemy is well aware of your abilities, and the previous attacks were obviously aimed at restricting your play. I'm afraid that what they are doing now is also a trap set up to lure you - you are doing exactly what they want. ”

"Well, grandpa is right. The little girl who was most closely protected by the old man, Shirou, and Shiki, Liang Yiwei said, "Mom has no chance of winning, there seems to be something hidden near those three bad guys, which makes me feel more dangerous than my mother's eyes and grandpa's knife." ”

"So, what are you going to do?" Shirou panicked.

Recent events have been pushing his nerve limits. He was born into a family of historic swordsmiths, and his father, all of whom were bladesmiths, has been a swordsmith for 27 generations. At the age of seven, he began to learn to forge knives, and at the age of seventeen, he was given a trial by his father according to the family tradition, and was required to build a famous knife independently.

So he left his hometown of Ise alone, returned to Fuyuki, where he lived as a child, and settled in a deserted mountain to forge a sword wholeheartedly.

It was at this time that the accident happened.

One day, he accidentally injured his hand while forging, and after the blood dripped into the forge furnace, the furnace somehow emitted a bright light and exploded.

When he recovered from the impact of the explosion, an old man appeared in the place where the furnace had been a forge, and he was judging the half-finished product he had typed.

What temperature is not enough, the force is uneven, the number of forging is insufficient, and the material is also problematic - it is useless to batch his original satisfactory work.

Shiro, who was young and vigorous and inexplicably bombed once, was angry at the time, and directly began to argue with the old man, and also reported his name as "the twenty-seventh generation of Qianzi Muramasa", hoping to use the family history to increase his weight.

I didn't expect it to matter if I didn't have a registration number, the old man with a registration number was also angry, and directly knocked Shirou to the ground with a half-finished knife embryo.

"Why did you hit me?" Shirou asked.

"Do you know who the old man is?" the old man squatted in front of him and asked with a cold face.

"I don't know. The stunned Shirou instinctively shook his head.

"The name you used was the first to be old and me, the standard is so poor, and you dare to use the name of Qianzi Muramasa, do you think that old man is qualified to beat you?"

Of course, Shirou didn't believe the old man's statement. The first generation of Qianzi Village was a person from the Warring States period, how could he still be alive.

The old man who calls himself Chiko Muramasa says that he is dead, but a celebrity like himself will become a heroic spirit after death, and sometimes he will come to the world in a special way. Then he explained the concepts of the Holy Grail War, the Master, and the Servant to Shirou - looking at his stupid appearance and the strange way he summoned just now, he knew that it was purely an accident that he would summon himself.

Shirou was stunned again. Qianzi Village was able to forge the legendary "Demon Sword Village" in just one year, and the family he founded could not be just an ordinary family. Over the years, Shirou has seen a lot of mysteries as his father made knives for various families in Japan. But the mythical existence of the Heroic Spirit, the Servant, and the Holy Grail is still far beyond his imagination. Even if the old man pointed out that he had read the job introduction, parameters, real name, etc. through the master-slave contract, it was still difficult for him to accept it.

Of course, in the end, Shirou accepted the reality, because the old man used a knifesmith's unique method - he made Shirou's semi-finished knife embryo into a knife on the spot. It took less than half an hour, but it was out of reach for Shirou's father, the twenty-sixth generation of Chiko Muramasa.

Throwing the knife in front of Shirou, the old man asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, of course. Shirou nodded hurriedly, he truly loved the profession of swordsmith.

The old man twisted his beard and smiled: "The level is not good, the attitude is not bad-for the sake of your sincerity, kneel down and apprentice." ”

"Huh?" The sudden surprise made Shirou stunned for the third time.

The old man frowned: "What, you don't want to?"

"Yes, of course. But, according to the generation, you should be my ancestor, so ......"

"According to your identity, you kid is still an old master, and there is no need to care about these boring things at all - kneel down and worship if you want, and get out if you don't want to. ”

Speaking of which, Shirou didn't know what to say, so he immediately knelt down respectfully and kowtowed.

"Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship. ”

"Okay, from today onwards, you will be an old disciple. The old man's style is as crisp as the knife he forged, "Although I don't know how much time there is, the old man will try his best to teach you everything I will, and how much you can learn depends on your ability, start with the most basic selection of materials, and go to the warehouse." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

So, the old and the young began to forge and practice day and night.