Blacksmiths in the night

Kaligo closed the old man's eyes and turned to Ekyutem

"He's dead

Ekutem released the tentacles and listened to the heartbeat

- Yes, his heart is not beating, and he is not breathing.

- What to do with the blades?"he confused me with someone else in his delirium.

- I don't know who he confused you with, but he spoke sincerely and dispassionately, and who cares who made these blades, we need them for sure, believe me.

- That's right, but after all, the blades of extraterrestrial beauty, can we really keep them for ourselves and not be afraid for our lives?

- Hardly the one to whom these blades were intended is alive.

The madman talked about his ancestors, even though he was already old, no man could live that long.

When we get back, we'll find out what kind of blacksmiths they are, and we'll think further about what we should do with them.

Kaligo wrapped the blades in cloth and headed for the exit of the old man's cave.

The street was dark, and Kaligo walked cautiously forward, constantly looking back.

Fortunately, there was not a single soul on the streets and Kaligo calmly reached home.

The gate creaked, the key turned in the keyhole and Kaligo was inside.

Quickly taking off his clothes, Kaligo ran up to the second floor, to his room.

Ekyutem slightly got out of Kaligo's chest and began to look for at least some information.

Oddly enough, there was more information than possible.

- Kaligo, I found out who Goro Nyudo Masamune and Senji Muramasa are.

Both are great masters of blacksmithing, and the swords are legendary treasures of Japan.

The swords that that old man gave you before he died, if they really called them by their proper names, are their best creations.

The sword of Honjo Masamune, the master of Goro Nyudo Masamune, the ancestor of this old man, is exactly the sword from the legend.

The sword of the 13th century, the national treasure of Japan, was lost in 1945, and before that it was owned for almost 400 years by the Tokugawa clan, which, ironically, Muramasa did not hate so much that he created his legendary cursed, blood-thirsty blades, one of which is the same "Juuchi Iosamu" or "Ten Thousand Cold Nights" with with the help of which members of the Tokugawa clan were killed.

So Kaligo we have perhaps the most valuable thing in this country, and we should be careful.

- But what's the use of these katanas if the monsters take only metal from a meteorite?

- And we haven't tested them in practice yet

- And where do you propose to try them out, so that no one sees?

- And in truth, we don't really notice monsters without the Legion's guidance, but after all, you just cut off the head of one snake, and by the way, how did you do it?

I didn't do anything to give you that speed.

- I don't know, I didn't think.

- Okay, I'm already so *** that in general ***, tomorrow we'll poke around next to that river, I think there are still a dime a dozen of these creatures there.

- Which tells me that we will bask in the belly of one of these creatures.

- If you don't try, you won't know.

Kaligo, something is getting sleepy.

- Yes, I'm tired as a dog today

- Then go to bed, good night

- Good night…

The lights are off and both are asleep.

The blades are lying on a small table, not yet taken out of the cloth.

Fresh air came in through the slightly open window and whistled a little.

The current of the river and the blows of the hammer were heard, the hissing sound of a hot piece of iron being lowered into the water, and once again the blows of the hammer.

The rag began to exude the smell of the forge and study the red glow, the rag seemed to fill with blood.

All this did not stop, the hammer blows on the red-hot piece became clearer and louder.

Kaligo got up through a dream and looked at the table, the cloth was unfolded, and Muramasa's sword was burning crimson

Kaligo was drawn to this sword and as soon as he touched it, blood flowed from Kaligo's hands, dark and thick, flowing down the valley, it turned scarlet and created a continuation of the katana, the sounds of the forge did not stop.

Kaligo couldn't let go of the sword, and blood was still running down the blade.

He watched as the blade completed its missing point, looking closer, Kaligo began to see the hammer blows on the blade, the spirit of Muramasa himself came to restore the cursed sword!

The blood was still flowing, and Kaligo was losing consciousness…