Sword-Gramp in Orario

3rd POV:

In the middle of a forest, there was a figure of an unconscious man who floated gently on the pond as the wind blew and caressed his body.

The man's eyes as he rose from his slumber. He slowly lifted his arm and wiped his eyes from their drowsiness. After a few minutes, he regained his clarity and turned his head around in confusion. The man observed his surrounding slowly to grasp where he was at the moment. Nothing came to his mind as he was deep in his thought.

"Where am I?" he asked himself in confusion.

The man, Muramasa Senji, began to recall his last act of defiance against Amakusa Tokisada Shirou. He used his Noble Phantasm, Tsumukari Muramasa, to bisect Shimbara Hell and the Orinedo Castle. After all, to fight against a Reality Marble, you need to use your Reality Marble with a higher output. He reproduced a wasteland of countless swords due to the deployment of a unique Reality Marble, all the swords broke, scattered like snow crystals, and only one blade remained in Senji Muramasa's hands. Tsumukari Muramasa, a sword that could cut through Time, Space, and even Fate.

Then he stopped his lines of thought and picked up sounds from behind the rows of trees nearby. As if by instinct, he held on to the sword by his waist and rose from the water. As Muramasa stood there and waited patiently, he narrowed his eyes and looked toward the rows of trees.

Suddenly, five figures appeared behind the trees, each holding a weapon of some kind ranging from clubs, ax, and spear. Muramasa Senji began to examine those figures from head to toe. They had short bodies, sickening green skin, hideous faces full of bumps, and long hook noses, and they spotted a grotesque toothy grin with malicious intent.

"Goblins. No, they are not fae. Some kind of Phantasmal Beast?" Muramasa stated calmly.

Goblins were demonic humanoid fairy, at least from where they originated from. After all, the Age of Fairy ended a long time ago.

The man still stood there motionless as he watched those creatures slowly spread out and begin to surround him. All at once, they rushed toward him, brandishing their weapons readied to strike at him with the intent to kill.

However, the man stood there in his stance, waiting for these creatures to close the distance. Ten meters, five meters, two meters, then, he promptly unsheathed his sword from the scabbard and drew a crescent in one breath. At that instant, blood spurted out from these creatures' wounds and covered the man. Like a puppet got cut from the strings, they all collapsed.

"Seem like the Counter Force makes a mistake during the unsummoning process, again." the man mused tiredly.

"Well, thanks to their mistake, I could finally forge in peace."

He was tired of the bullshit of the Unconscious of Humanity.

Muramasa Senji just wanted to be left alone and hone his craft. Was it too much? A smith's goal was to forge weapons, not save the world from eldritch gods and crazy Servants.

"Well, no time like now. Time to get the hell out of here and open forge."

Senji walked out of the pond and immediately began his journey to search for a settlement. After all, a smith needed a forge to work with.

So, He created a forge at the edge of the forest. It's time to Grind.