Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 74 – Ancestral
……

early morning.

It was already daylight, and the mist permeated lightly among the trees.

Dew wets the crumbling ruins of Forgeknife.

Houses destroyed by wind pressure are everywhere.

Because of Tie Qiao's quick response, he notified the asylum almost immediately after the ghost was discovered.

The swordsmiths—had long been hiding in the previously built shelters.

Therefore, only houses were damaged in Forge Knife Village.

And because this kind of thing has long been expected, there are several deserted knife forging villages all over Neon, waiting to be relocated at any time.

So, almost zero damage tonight.

……

now.

On the ruins of Forging Knife Village.

The knifesmiths wearing the fire man's mask are bending over, picking and picking among the ruins, picking up some useful objects.

Village head home.

In a temporary shed.

After picking up the resurrection of Bantengu and Yuhu, Tanjuro and the others returned to Forging Sword Village.

now.

Everyone is gathering here.

"This time, thank you very much for your help."

The village head of Forging Knife Village is thin and thin, with white hair, he sits kneeling on the futon, his old and withered hands are full of calluses.

His voice was old and sharp, wearing a mask of a fire man, and his tone jumped out:
"No knife forger was injured, thanks to you."

As he spoke, he sat on the futon, his thin body bowed slightly, and a dull voice came from under him, addressing the people in front of him:
"Thank you very much."

Sitting cross-legged behind everyone, Beimingyu Xingming moved the rosary. He nodded slightly:

"Nanwu."

There are two lines of tears faintly visible on the face:

"Ah... this is what we should do."

Tanjuro and Makijuro did not speak.

The three of Shi Tou's family were sitting together, looking at this side with relish.

At this time.

"Master Village Chief, I also made a contribution!" Tie Qiao couldn't sit still, he quickly raised his tone, and patted himself on the chest:

"I evacuated everyone."

The village chief took a few deep breaths, and glanced at Tie Qiao beside him.

It was a look of hatred.

Tie Qiao, who was stared at fiercely, froze for a moment, lowered her head embarrassingly, and stopped talking.

"That's right." The village head looked up as if he suddenly remembered something.

The somewhat blurred eyes made a distinction between the sturdy Beimingyu and the bright-haired Makijuro.

Finally, he slowly looked at Tanjuro:
"There is no doubt that this is Mr. Zaomen."

He put his hands into his cuffs and trembled slightly:

"Your sun wheel knife will be forged by old people."

"If you have any requirements, habits, or sword skills, don't worry about it, please tell me."

"Of course, I also know Mr. Zaomen's previous request—"

"You want a durable knife, don't you?"

Speaking of this, the village chief's eyes lit up, his eyes passed through the mask of the fire boy, and he looked straight at the wedge pill beside Tanjuro:
"If Mr. Zaomen used to have a saber before."

"You can also lend me a look, which will facilitate the forging of the Sun Wheel Knife."

His tone rose, and he looked at Tanjuro with eager eyes.

Ah - here we go again.

On the side, Tie Qiao slightly covered her forehead, and looked at the village chief helplessly.

Whenever the village head forges a sword for a swordsman, he always wants to compete with the swordsman before the swordsman.

After all, the conditions required for every swordsman entrusted to the village head to forge knives are extremely harsh, and only the most skilled village head can do it.

And the way to compare - naturally, is to compare the quality of the forged knives.

How should I put it... the village chief's special hobby?

Thinking about it, Tieqiao secretly glanced at Tanjuro.

"Of course." Tanjuro agreed decisively, picked up the wedge pill at the side, and handed it directly to the village chief.

The village chief took the wedge ball with both hands, and he nodded to Tanjuro: "Generous."

Subsequently.

click.

He held the handle of the knife and gently unsheathed the knife.

The black blade of Kashimaru reflected the village chief's red fire mask.

on the knife body.

The traces of being blackened by lightning and the traces of being scorched by flames still faintly exist.

The expression of the village head hidden under the mask froze in place.

Seeing that the village chief was holding the wedge ball and frozen in place, Tieqiao poked his head slightly and shouted softly:

"…village head?"

The village chief seemed to have recovered after being called out.

He quickly raised his head, and said to several people, "I'm sorry."

Then, taking small steps, he quickly walked outside the shed and came to the low sunlight.

The village chief held up the wedge pill, facing the sun that had just risen in the sky, observing back and forth through the light.

From time to time, he also took out some hammers and other tools to beat on the wedge knife.

soon.

Holding the wedge pill, the village chief slowly walked in from the shed.

He sat on the futon again, put the wedge ball sideways in front of him, and looked at Tanjuro with a solemn tone:
"...Mr. Zaomen." The village chief's tone became slower, not as jumpy as before, and his voice seemed a little dull:
"How often do you maintain the blade?"

Tanjuro was sitting upright, his face was expressionless, he blinked his eyes, and his voice was the same as usual:
"It hasn't been maintained."

"This, that's it." The village head paused slightly, coughed twice, and the expression hidden under the mask became unbelievable:
"Can I... know, who is the swordsmith who forged this sword?"

Forge man...

Tanjuro thought for a while, and the image of receiving the wedge ball from Kuro's hand flashed in his mind.

And what Kuro once told him.

"Heirloom." Tanjuro replied.

He didn't lie.

Wedge Maru——It is indeed a sword that was passed down from generation to generation by the Hirata family in another world.

Hearing this, the village chief lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Afterwards, he held Wedge Maru with both hands, and handed it to Tanjuro again:
"I understand, I will work hard to forge a more durable sun wheel knife."

As he said that, the village head looked at Tieqiao with a tired tone:
"Tieqiao, you take a few pillars for a walk."

"I'm a little tired."

It was the first time for Tieqiao to see the village head like this, he nodded quickly in agreement: "Yes."

……

……

After everyone left.

"...unbelievable, unbelievable."

The village chief sat alone on the futon. He shook his head, frowned, put his hand on his chin, and said to himself:

"A knife like that... Logically speaking..."

"It's a miracle that it works..."

"How did you do it…"

For the first time in his life, the village chief felt that his view of the sword had been severely impacted.

……

……

On a street crisscrossed with ruins.

Tie Qiao walked in front of everyone.

"Mr. Zaomen, right?" He turned around and said to Tanjuro, pointing to the earring on Tanjuro's earlobe:

"I wanted to ask before."

Tie Qiao looked at the Hua Zha earrings, wearing a fire man mask with a puzzled expression:
"Your pair of flower earrings, I also have a pair at home."

"It's just that it's not on people's ears."

"How did you get your earrings?" Tie Qiao looked at Tanjuro curiously, and asked about the earrings.

"Ancestral."

Tanjuro replied.

(End of this chapter)