For Senji Muramasa, although he had no wish to rely on the Holy Grail, this did not mean he wanted to withdraw from the Holy Grail War right now. At least, he did not dislike the boy who had summoned him. Therefore, before withdrawing from the Holy Grail War, he should protect this boy well. After all, those with hot blood who want to protect others often get involved in dangerous situations and are more likely to lose their lives.
Although he wanted to call his Master an idiot, if there were more such idiots in this world, it wouldn't be a bad thing. It was precisely because there were too few such idiots that they were considered naive, even foolish, by most people, and appeared all the more out of place.
Once upon a time, this old man was also such a person. Well... as expected of the otherworld isotope of the body I'm using now. Strictly speaking, calling him the same person from a parallel world is more appropriate. Truly... the essence is the same.
The more he interacted with this kid, the more the side of Senji Muramasa's heart belonging to a young man surfaced. The other self buried deep in his heart finally appeared once again after becoming a Heroic Spirit.
Although the two had only spent one night together, neither had rested properly after yesterday's battle. For Senji Muramasa, he was a Heroic Spirit, and as a Heroic Spirit, he naturally didn't need to sleep at night unless he was still a living existence.
As for the Senji boy, on one hand, he had painstakingly bought various precious materials, only to lose a small portion of them at night, which still pained him financially. On the other hand, he had been attacked and narrowly escaped danger, leaving him somewhat shaken. Under such circumstances, he lost his sleepiness somewhat.
Besides, he had actually summoned his ancestor. If he didn't chat with his ancestor and observe his ancestor's forging skills at this time, wouldn't he be at a loss?
It should be known that even if no one came to fight them, and even if his ancestor survived to the end, after seven days, unless he wished to stay, his interaction time with his ancestor would be at most seven days. Moreover, judging from his ancestor's situation, he didn't seem to intend to stay in this era. After living to such an age, he had long since seen through things.
Furthermore, after becoming a Heroic Spirit, he had indeed touched the edge of forging that weapon. Rather than saying his ancestor would stay after seven days, it would be better to say that before this ancestor disappeared, he would definitely try to forge that weapon to satisfy his long-cherished wish.
So during this time, he must communicate more with his ancestor and learn forging techniques. Even just watching the weapons forged by his ancestor's own hands was a form of learning.
Precisely because he had more or less lost his sleepiness, coupled with the tension and excitement of summoning his ancestor, the Senji boy naturally got up last night and ran to his ancestor's side. While exchanging forging techniques, they talked about life ideals or some matters of the Warring States period.
It had to be said that because of Oda Nobunaga, the young people of this country were still quite curious about that era. Just like how Chinese people have a certain curiosity about the period when Qin Shi Huang was about to unify the world.
For the young people of the Far East, two eras were incredibly yearning for them. One was the Heian-kyo era filled with mystery, and the other was the Warring States period. As for the Shogunate era... perhaps some people also wanted to see the battle between the Shinsengumi and the Imperialists at the end of the Shogunate.
Although the time wasn't long, it definitely wasn't short either. At least enough for Senji Muramasa to understand his own child.
Whether he could display the sword he pursued this time didn't matter. The most important thing was to ensure this child's safety. Compared to other participants, this child was ultimately a magus with only amateur skills. So he still had to divert some energy to pay attention to this child's safety.
As for Mandricardo, he jumped directly off the vehicle, then hid behind it. This vehicle had been reinforced by him. Simultaneously raising the shield in his hand, he should be able to block this round of spear projection.
The Assassin girl stepped on the previously arranged steel wires. Relying on the elasticity brought by the taut wires, she quickly jumped towards the forest. With a flip, she hid in the shadows of the forest, making it impossible to pinpoint where exactly this Assassin was. Even if undead soldiers threw spears into the forest, they might not hit the Assassin.
Presumably, these undead soldiers would give up throwing spears into the forest and focus all their attention on the Heroic Spirits on the frontal battlefield. After all, in the eyes of Darius III, everyone was Alexander. Leaving aside the Alexander hiding by jumping, there were still three Alexanders in front of him.
When facing Alexander, even if he was a Berserker, he would properly bring out the battle strategies from his life!
Just an Assassin was not worth mentioning to the current him. Moreover, the one who had been provoking him all along was that Alexander holding the giant cannon. Eliminate all forces of frontal confrontation. As for the Assassin, just search slowly, then surround and kill her.
"Roar——!!"
Accompanied by Berserker's roar and the motion of raising the golden axe high and swinging it forward, all the undead soldiers threw the weapons in their hands outward. Those weapons carrying golden light cut through the air, bringing wave after wave of breaking wind sounds.
While retreating backward, Napoleon swung the giant cannon barrel in his hand, using it as a shield. Thanks to the fact that the weapon in his hand was the key to releasing his Noble Phantasm and not just an ordinary cannon picked up randomly, otherwise, his weapon would have been riddled with holes by now. But even so, several long spears still scratched positions he hadn't defended, though none were fatal injuries.
Should I rejoice that these undead soldiers before me don't use poison?
Senji Muramasa directly hugged his young Master hiding not far away. While throwing out forged swords backward, he hid behind a rock. Thanks to Napoleon attracting the main firepower, the attacks he received here were manageable.
Also grateful to Napoleon for attracting the main firepower was Mandricardo. Of course, even so, the road roller driven by this Knight had already been poked into a hedgehog by long spears.