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

This scene is simply unimaginable.

After a good while, Tie Ke finally calmed down.

"Ahem, I apologize for making you all witness that," he said. "Let's get back to the topic. Are you here to forge a blade, or to pick one up?"

Glancing at Tsugikuni Iwashiro, who clearly didn't want to speak, the Scribe stepped forward reluctantly and answered. "We are both here to forge a blade."

"Two people?" Tie Ke paused, catching the emphasis in the Scribe's words.

Even through his mask, the Scribe could feel Tie Ke sizing him up.

"Is that so, two people are here to forge blades." Nodding thoughtfully, Tie Ke seemed to have an idea. "In that case, please go and select your Tamahagane. We will notify you once the blades are ready."

Upon hearing this, Tsugikuni Iwashiro turned and left immediately. He simply couldn't stand the atmosphere here and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Seeing the Scribe still standing there, Tie Ke asked with some curiosity, "Little one, do you need anything else?"

"It's not really a problem," the Scribe replied. He placed the backpack behind him on the ground and slowly unzipped it. "I just wanted to know if you accept materials brought by the customer."

With that, he held up the red crystal Tamahagane with both hands and took it out.

The moment the red crystal appeared, it instantly captured the attention of everyone in the room. The room fell into a terrifying silence, broken only by the sound of gulping.

"This... what kind of Tamahagane is this? I've never seen anything like it before." Tie Ke retracted his right foot, which had already started to move, and strode directly in front of the Scribe. "Wait, could it be... is this the one the smelting village was talking about?"

"The highest-rated, top-quality Tamahagane produced at Sunlight Mountain Peak!" Tie Ke's voice grew increasingly excited, and he pressed his head against the red crystal. "Oh, oh, oh~ This feeling, this heat, oh, I can't help myself!"

He exhaled hot air from his nostrils, completely captivated like an old pervert who had just discovered a beautiful woman.

It wasn't just Tie Ke; the other swordsmiths also noticed the peculiarity of the red crystal Tamahagane. One by one, they crowded around, intending to examine it up close.

"Let me see, I'm first!"

"Get lost, I'm first!"

"Everyone move aside! If I'm the first, I'll share a bed with this Tamahagane for the rest of my life!"

For a moment, the entire room was filled with the sounds of the swordsmiths arguing.

Seeing the swordsmiths caught in some unknown fervor, the Scribe coughed a few times. "So, do you accept materials brought by the customer?"

"Of course!" Tie Ke roared, pounding his chest forcefully. "I will pour all my lifelong effort into forging the best Nichirin Blade for you, little one!"

Upon hearing this, the other swordsmiths exclaimed in surprise.

"The Village Chief is going to forge it himself?!"

"Heavens, the last time he did that was about six or seven years ago, forging a blade for a guest named Yoriichi!"

"Village Chief, please, let me participate in this forging, even if it's just to assist!"

Turning around, Tie Ke looked at the swordsmiths, who were all more than a head shorter than him. "Tie Ke, Gang Zhong, Jin Shushu, and Xiao Dao, you four will assist me."

The four swordsmiths whose names were called cheered immediately, while the others drooped dejectedly, as if they had wilted.

"Oh, right, can I participate when you forge the blades?" the Scribe's voice rang out, indicating his desire to be involved in the forging process.

Little one, it's not that I'm being nosy, but this work of forging swords truly requires a certain amount of experience.

After carefully appraising the Scribe, Tie Ke shook his head.

The Scribe looked far too young. Although he didn't know how the Scribe obtained that piece of Tamahagane, forging swords and personal strength weren't necessarily linked.

So, Village Chief Tie Ke, your meaning is that if I have sufficient forging experience, I can participate in the sword forging?

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the Scribe spoke directly, uttering a string of words that only professionals could understand.

In layman's terms, sword forging first involves…

Once the sword body's shape is fixed, place it in cold water…

Installing the tsuba also has its nuances; it requires…

As he spoke, the Scribe walked to a corner of the room, picked up a large forging hammer and a piece of Tamahagane.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The hammer swung continuously, striking the surface of the Tamahagane, producing crisp sounds.

After a period of hammering, he held the Tamahagane with tongs and placed it in the furnace for heating.

The arduous and tedious forging, under the Scribe's demonstration, seemed like art, agile and full of beauty.

The hard Tamahagane in his hands was like a toy, being molded and shaped at will.

How… how do you possess such skill?!

His eyes seemed as if they would break through the mask, Tie Ke exclaimed.

Could it be… you are the Scribe the smelting village spoke of!

Yes, it's me.

Casually admitting his identity, the Scribe placed the forged Tamahagane into the water to cool.

Alright, I don't know if this counts as having experience?

Retrieving it from the water, the Scribe placed a perfectly square piece of Tamahagane on the table.

Enough, it's more than enough.

With just a glance, Tie Ke judged the Scribe's forging level based on this piece of Tamahagane.

He was not below the four people he had chosen, and in fact, he was slightly above them!

Among everyone present, only he himself could surpass the Scribe in forging techniques.

A genius.

While marveling at the Scribe's god-like sword forging skills, Tie Ke waved his hand.

In that case, the forging will be scheduled for three days from now.

We will prepare the other materials, and someone will come to notify you then.

For these three days, you and that fellow can explore the village at your leisure.

After speaking, Tie Ke left with a large group of blacksmiths.

Shrugging his shoulders, the Scribe also left the residence and returned to their temporary lodging with Tsugikuni Iwashiro.

You're back?

Although curious why the Scribe returned so late, Tsugikuni Iwashiro wasn't particularly interested in such matters.

Scribe, as Yoriichi's disciple, your strength must be considerable, right?

Their eyes met, and Tsugikuni Iwashiro seemed to want to provoke the Scribe's competitive spirit.

However, the Scribe's mental age was far more mature than his appearance suggested.

Not at all, not at all. Compared to Master Yoriichi and you, my senior martial uncle, I am still far too lacking.

The Scribe's words were very precise; they didn't completely deny himself while also praising Yoriichi and Tsugikuni Iwashiro.

But Tsugikuni Iwashiro was not someone who would fall for such tactics.

His body became a bolt of lightning, and Tsugikuni Iwashiro charged directly at the Scribe.

With a chop of his hand, he unhesitatingly swung towards the Scribe's neck!

Chapter 23: The Two of Us Just Had a Little Tumble

Tilting his head to glance at Tsugikuni Iwashiro's hand chop, a sharp glint flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

He was not someone who could stand by idly after being attacked.

Since you've chosen to make a move, you must be responsible for the outcome!

Lowering his head and charging forward, the Scribe directly plunged into Tsugikuni Iwashiro's embrace.

His arm pressed against Tsugikuni Iwashiro's chest, and with an elbow strike, he directly hit his soft abdomen.

A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes. Tsugikuni Iwashiro hadn't expected the Scribe to respond to his attack in such a manner.

The planned hand chop missed, and a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

Reacting to the stress on his body, Tsugikuni Iwashiro took a few steps back, bending over to alleviate the impact.

And it was during this brief moment of his retreat that the Scribe stepped forward again, using his left leg to hook Tsugikuni Iwashiro's feet.

With a firm hook, Tsugikuni Iwashiro, who was still retreating, felt his feet tied up as if in knots.

His body tilted to the left, his entire being temporarily suspended, losing his footing.

This is bad!

His heart filled with dread, Tsugikuni Iwashiro then saw an increasingly large black object.

Without any hesitation, the Scribe threw a left hook, powerfully smashing into his face.

Waaah!

Propelled by the immense force, Tsugikuni Iwashiro was sent flying backward, crashing out of the house.

Although his left hand felt the impact, the Scribe still had a sense of unease in his heart.

Tsugikuni Iwashiro couldn't be defeated with just one punch.

As expected, Tsugikuni Iwashiro, who had been sent flying, was completely unharmed, aside from being covered in dust.

The Scribe's heavy punch hadn't even left a bruise on him!

"Your fighting style is very novel; it's not something someone like Yoriichi would teach."

Stretching his limbs, Tsugikuni Iwashiro brushed the dust off his body, a smile of approval appearing on his face.

"Scribe, give up on Yoriichi and become my disciple."

After speaking, Tsugikuni Iwashiro extended his right hand toward the Scribe.

Although the other party's face and eyes were filled with sincerity, the Scribe refused him without hesitation.