Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System from the Start, My Master Tsugikuni

Tsugikuni Yoriichi and Tsugikuni Iwashiro had made contact, which meant the competition between the two brothers was about to begin again.

The only fortunate thing was that Tsugikuni Iwashiro was still in his human body and was still exterminating Evil Demons.

It seemed I needed to hurry and forge my own Nichirin Blade.

After this birthday party, I would depart for the Swordsmith Village.

With his upcoming plans sorted in his mind, the Scribe slowly closed his eyes.

Chapter 21: Swordsmith Village, Unexpected Traveling Companion

The next morning, the Scribe bought some gifts and first went to Ubuyashiki Kagaya's mansion.

The Master was ill?

Upon arriving at the mansion, the Scribe was surprised to learn that Kagaya's condition had worsened, and he was now bedridden.

Yes.

Kagaya's wife, Ubuyashiki Amane, looked a little pale, her expression filled with worry.

Alas, in that case, I won't disturb you further.

Please accept these small tokens of my regard. I hope the Master recovers soon.

Please tell the Master that Scribe and Master Yoriichi are both concerned about his health, and the Demon Slayer Corps needs him to lead the overall situation.

Taking the gifts from the Scribe's hand, Amane bowed her head in thanks.

Thank you for your concern, Scribe. I will certainly convey your message.

Leaving Ubuyashiki's mansion, the Scribe went to the Rengoku Family's residence.

Hahaha, Scribe, you've finally arrived.

With the familiar booming laughter, Rengoku Kyojuro handed the Scribe a sake flask.

Today is my birthday, a rare day off. Let's drink until we drop.

Uh, I'm only eight years old, so I can't drink yet.

Slightly stunned, Kyojuro then realized that the Scribe was indeed not yet of drinking age.

His usual mature and steady demeanor and his extraordinary strength were so shocking that Kyojuro often forgot this fact.

In that case, I'll drink for you!

Showing no sign of embarrassment, Kyojuro directly poured the sake from the flask into his mouth.

The liquor splashed, sliding down Kyojuro's chest and over a flame-colored Scar on his chest.

In his conversation with Kyojuro, the Scribe learned that today was not actually his birthday.

Due to the major reforms within the Demon Slayer Corps, to save time and resources, Kyojuro had moved his birthday forward to coincide with Ubuyashiki Kagaya's, which was a few days earlier.

You drink by yourself. I'm leaving now.

Looking at the half-drunk Kyojuro, the Scribe shook his head helplessly.

After leaving the Rengoku Family's residence, the Scribe returned directly to his small cabin.

As he packed his belongings and prepared to leave, he noticed Tsugikuni Iwashiro training in the training ground.

Swing, slash, thrust, chop, horizontal cut, diagonal draw.

Although these were just simple basic movements, they held a different meaning in Tsugikuni Iwashiro's hands.

As time passed, the swordsmanship became increasingly complex.

A Quick Draw Slash so fast that the blade itself was a blur.

Two Blade Winds generated by spinning his body, capable of tearing through the air.

Unconsciously, the Scribe found himself captivated by Tsugikuni Iwashiro's swordsmanship.

Although it wasn't as exquisite as Yoriichi's Sun Breathing, Tsugikuni Iwashiro's swordsmanship possessed its own unique charm.

It felt like a bright moon under the scorching sun.

Cold, lonely, beautiful, yet fraught with killing intent.

Sheathing his sword, Tsugikuni Iwashiro ended his training for the day.

Turning his head, he noticed the Scribe standing nearby.

You can understand my swordsmanship?

Nodding, the Scribe spoke directly.

This is also a type of Breathing Technique, isn't it?

Yes, I named it Moon Breathing.

Placing the Wooden Sword back on the rack, Tsugikuni Iwashiro explained slowly, his back to the Scribe.

Just like the so-called five basic breathing styles in this organization, Moon Breathing was also derived from Yoriichi's Sun Breathing.

Although his words were calm, the Scribe could still sense a feeling of unwillingness from them.

A feeling of unwillingness to fall behind, the desire to surpass someone.

The Scribe naturally knew that this was Tsugikuni Iwashiro's feeling of wanting to surpass Yoriichi.

It was just that Yoriichi was too powerful and dazzling, which forced him to name it Moon Breathing.

Thank you for your explanation, senior martial uncle.

After thanking him, the Scribe intended to leave.

Wait a moment, are you planning to go out?

Tsugikuni Iwashiro called out to the Scribe and asked curiously.

Without much concealment, the Scribe directly replied, "Yes, I'm going to the Swordsmith Village."

The Swordsmith Village?

As if thinking of something, Tsugikuni Iwashiro's brow twitched slightly.

Are Nichirin Blades forged by the artisans there?

Yes, all the Nichirin Blades in the Demon Slayer Corps are made by swordsmiths.

In that case, I'll go with you.

After speaking, Tsugikuni Iwashiro walked to his room to pack his belongings.

Go to the Swordsmith Village with me?

After a brief thought, the Scribe understood the reason.

Whether it was their previous brief spar or the training just now, Tsugikuni Iwashiro had not used a Nichirin Blade.

Now it seemed that it wasn't that he didn't want to use it, but that he simply didn't have one.

It was only natural that he wanted to go to the Swordsmith Village with him to forge a sword.

I hope this journey won't have any problems.

Rubbing his temples, the Scribe felt a headache coming on.

After Tsugikuni Iwashiro finished packing, the two of them set off.

Led by an Invisibility, the Scribe and Tsugikuni Iwashiro took two days to reach the Swordsmith Village.

If you cross that, you'll see the Swordsmith Village.

A member of the Invisibility pointed to the mountain ahead and explained to the two.

Due to the orders, we can only escort you this far.

Well then, I wish you both a safe journey.

Waving his hand, the Scribe thanked the Invisibility who was leading the way.

Okay, you two also need to be careful on your way.

Bowing respectfully, the two leading Invisibility members left.

As they advanced towards the mountain, Tsugikuni Iwashiro turned his head slightly to observe the Scribe.

Although it had only been a short two days, he already had a very concrete understanding of the Scribe.

He knew very well how his brother, who seemed indifferent to everything, had such a disciple as the Scribe.

Although his current strength was not as good as theirs, he was very optimistic about the Scribe's future.

Yoriichi, Yoriichi, is the gap between us really this big?

Just as Tsugikuni Iwashiro was sighing in his heart, the two had already crossed the small mountain.

On the other side of the small mountain, there was a village of moderate size.

Even though they were still some distance away, the smell of metal could already be smelled in the air.

Listening closely, the clanging sound of hammering steel could still be heard faintly.

So this is the Swordsmith Village, and there are indeed quite a few Tamahagane inside.

Although it was a bit blurry, the Scribe could still feel faint energy from that direction.

Without a doubt, they were Tamahagane.

Quickening his pace, the Scribe ran towards the Swordsmith Village.

Tsugikuni Iwashiro watched the Scribe quicken his pace and also chased after him.

After successfully entering the Swordsmith Village, their identities were confirmed, and they were received by the Village Chief.

Pushing open the large door, the Scribe couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw the Village Chief's appearance.

Chapter 22: The Kirin Arm Village Chief and God-like Forging Techniques

A giant body over two meters tall, but with a disproportionately small head, a classic small head and large body image.

He wore only half of his clothes, with his thick right arm exposed.

Veins bulged all over, and his arms, as thick as buckets, were covered in exaggerated muscles.

Wearing a Hannya Mask, though his face was obscured, his voice suggested he was an old man.

"Hoh hoh hoh, are you the new guests?"

"I am the Village Chief of this village, my name is Tie He."

As he spoke, Village Chief Tie He struck various poses, seemingly to show off his muscles.

"Kirin Arm?!"

Seeing Village Chief Tie He's peculiar behavior, the Scribe couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the Scribe mention his right arm, Tie He immediately looked at him.

"You brat, did you just call my arm Kirin Arm?"

"That's a great name, much better than my old nickname 'Miracles Through Strength'."

"It's decided, from now on, I'll be called Kirin Arm!"

Cheering, Tie He pounded the ground, shaking dust from the houses.

The other swordsmiths inside the houses also cheered and danced, as if celebrating their Village Chief having found a rare treasure.

Tsugikuni Iwashiro, standing nearby, encountered this situation for the first time, a large question mark seemingly appearing above his head.

"Scribe, are all swordsmiths this eccentric?"

"Probably not."

Without much confidence, the Scribe felt his eyelids twitch. After all, it was a two-meter-tall muscular man dancing with a group of smaller muscular brothers.