fate alternative

The air was laden with smoke and ash, the sparkling sound and heat of the flames, the smell of burning flesh. The first thing he saw was that hell, it is the first thing remembers, because all his past life was burned in that accident. Or so he believed... Bright and forgotten flashes began to resurface from those memories... One word echoed loudly: Muramasa.( I am not the original author and I will just be translating his work from ch 13 onwards, ch 1 - 12 has already been translated by the author himself and if the author feels uncomfortable with me posting story on this site then this story will be removed can be removed from here )