The sword forged was naturally a Noble Phantasm targeted at Berserker. However, it should also have a certain effect on Heroic Spirits. Heroic Spirits... Heroic Spirits... although composed of magical energy, they should still count as 'spirits'. Thus, it should have some targeted effectiveness more or less. If necessary, he would abandon this weapon he forged to exchange it for an even more powerful targeted attack.
As a bladesmith, he had forged various weapons throughout his life and witnessed the precious swords or other treasures held by various people. Therefore, he had obtained an inherent skill, [Tameshigiri: B+], also known as Test Cutting or Test Sword Technique.
This is a technique to test the sharpness and performance of swords. Senji Muramasa can freely bring out the power possessed by the weapon in his hand. If he wishes, he can even make the weapon unleash its maximum power, enough to destroy itself, during a swing.
Combined with [Appreciation of Swords], a skill that allows him to understand how to use a sword the moment he grasps it, the combination of the two can absolutely unleash an effective and surprising strike. Of course, if combined with a Noble Phantasm, it would be even more surprising. It is just that after using the Noble Phantasm, this Heroic Spirit would also randomly exit the stage.
"I don't want to exit so early!"
It was rare to see the Holy Lance from the Ends of the World, plus other heroes who hadn't shown themselves yet. Even in the current Far East, he was very curious about the weapons in the hands of these heroes. It could further improve his skills. However, the more important thing right now was to deal with Berserker. Otherwise, if the Holy Grail War were suspended and all Heroic Spirits were sent back, he wouldn't even be able to cry.
The blade in his hand traced a crescent moon. The rushing soldiers fell directly to the ground, subsequently transforming into magical energy. He slowly twisted the blade in his hand. The cold glint of the blade flashed and vanished under the sun's illumination. Although the flickering light had a golden hue, it still made people feel a burst of chilling coldness. This was a weapon meant for killing.
Of course, if used well, it was also a weapon to save the world.
Senji Muramasa sighed silently in his heart. It was not because his forging skills had truly declined, but because he remembered the era he lived in.
In that Warring States period, there were not many who treated the blades in their hands as blades of protection. Most people used them as weapons of murder. Living in such an era, he was more or less admired by people while also being spurned. After all, he was famous for forging a large number of weapons. Although he said it was to pursue the ultimate sword in his dreams, this was not an excuse for self-deception.
In that era, to obtain more resources, a bladesmith like him needed even more materials to forge more swords and climb to the peak of sword forging. Even after accepting disciples in his old age, the weapons he forged were entrusted to friends or clansmen to be sold externally.
Although the Muramasa blades did not yet bear the name of "Cursed Katana" (Demon Blade) at that time, so they weren't that famous, they were favored by people because of their high quality, at least on the battlefield. So, to some extent, he... could be considered a arms dealer, profiting from war.
He clearly wanted swords to be objects of protection, but they ultimately became evil weapons. Although those fighting for the world claimed it was for the early peace of the entire Far East, this ultimately could not change the fact that the swords were stained with blood and became murder weapons.
Although he had a youthful appearance, his inner self had long passed the age of daydreaming and self-deception. Even during his life, in his later years, there was nothing wrong with calling himself overly realistic.
However, to be summoned by a hot-blooded descendant. Although he understood that the body he occupied did not belong to the descendant before him, at least not the descendant on this world line, wearing a face identical to his current self and speaking such hot-blooded, even delusional words, it rarely awakened the original wish buried deep within his heart.
Naive and laughable, but not hateful.
"Precisely because of this, I will fight like a samurai! I will be worthy of this young flesh, and worthy of the boy's expectations! Now, all of you, get out of my way!!"
The katana swung forward again, bringing up a biting magical energy. Because of the attribute specifically targeting spirits, the existences attacked by this cold light would either turn directly into magical energy, waiting to be resummoned by Berserker, or be directly injured.
However, there was still a huge gap between the number destroyed by this sword and the total number summoned by Berserker's Noble Phantasm. After all, there were ten thousand of these undead soldiers in total. Even if a portion of them formed the black war elephant roaring beneath the Berserker, the remaining soldiers were still not few in number.
Because Berserker belonged to the Summoning type, and it was not a summon within a Reality Marble, these undead soldiers all appeared in the real world. Since the number summoned was extremely large, and the black war elephant's body was definitely not small—at least, compared to the existence formed by these undead soldiers, real elephants were simply too small—the scope of Berserker's battle was extremely large.
Even in the suburbs of the city, the situation was very conspicuous. Therefore, the Church personnel could only quickly set up illusions around the perimeter to obscure the true situation of the battlefield. As to whether they would encounter some people with magical talent who could see the truth through the illusion, that was none of their business.
Anyway, as long as phones and cameras could not record the true situation, the word of a single person would only be treated as a fantasy. On the contrary, they could follow the clues on the internet to find these talented people and try to let them join the Church. There probably isn't a person in the Far East who would refuse to become an "esper".
As for the vibrations caused by the battle, it was currently being reported on the news that there would be continuous small earthquakes in the surrounding eastern area. There was no need to worry too much; they would not be strong enough to destroy houses or affect the normal lives of residents, but one should pay attention to fragile items.
Continuous small earthquakes like this would not cause too much panic. Remember the train house that belonged to the night in Doraemon? Nobita's parents took the vibrations on the railway as continuous small earthquakes. Not only did they not panic, but Nobita's father even wanted to go out to buy some cigarettes to pass the time because it was hard to sleep due to the vibrations.
Of course, such illusions would not affect Heroic Spirits. At this moment, the Rider, who looked like an ordinary high school student, waved to these people and walked directly into the range of the battlefield.