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

Yeah, I've never encountered anything like this before.

I bet this Nichirin Blade will be a top-quality one!

As Jin Shushu and the others were discussing, Tie He frowned and turned to roar.

"Stop the noise! The Scribe hasn't come out yet!"

As soon as the Village Chief spoke, the noisy swordsmiths instantly fell silent.

They all stared intently at the door of the house, like children waiting to be fed by their parents.

For them, being able to see the final product was the greatest happiness.

As Tie He and the others nervously swallowed, footsteps could be heard from inside the room.

Suddenly, Tie He and the others felt a chill down their spines, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Immediately after, an indescribable coldness swept over their skin.

With their hair standing on end, they saw the Scribe emerge.

And, a Nichirin Blade!

The dark blade had streaks of crimson mixed in, as if blood was flowing within it.

Even though the sun was high in the sky, Tie He and the others still felt a chill in the air around them.

This is...

Swallowing hard, Tie He stepped forward, wanting to say something.

Nodding, the Scribe said.

"I remember, the Nichirin Blade also becomes a color-changing blade, right?"

"Yes."

"It's just that without a certain level of swordsmanship, the Nichirin Blade won't change color."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tie He realized he had said something redundant.

As Yoriichi's disciple, and someone who had personally obtained the red crystal Tamahagane, how could the Scribe not be able to make the Nichirin Blade change color?

Raising the Nichirin Blade high above his head, the Scribe pointed it towards the sun.

Silently circulating Sun Breathing, an indescribable sensation spread through his body.

A stream of energy within his body was drawn to the Nichirin Blade, slowly merging into the blade.

Then, to Tie He and the others' shocked gazes, the Nichirin Blade slowly began to change color.

A hint of red ignited from the hilt, tracing its way up the blade, gradually covering the entire sword.

Finally, the dark Nichirin Blade turned a vibrant red.

His eyes wide, Tie He's lips trembled slightly as he murmured.

"A peerless blade, the Crimson Blade."

Chapter 26: A Matching Scabbard, I wish to pass down your swordsmanship forever.

"So this is the so-called Crimson Blade."

Feeling the warmth emanating from the Nichirin Blade, the Scribe's eyes were filled with joy.

"What a good sword."

Stopping the use of Sun Breathing, the originally crimson Crimson Blade slowly returned to black.

"Scribe, it seems you really like this Nichirin Blade."

Walking forward, Tie He congratulated the Scribe.

"Mm, I have a feeling this Nichirin Blade will accompany me my entire life."

His fingers brushed across the blade, the Scribe said with a smile, feeling the residual warmth.

"I just don't know where to find a scabbard for it."

Laughing heartily, Tie He clapped his hands and called out to Jin Shushu and the others behind him.

"Hey, I told you it wouldn't be for nothing. Hurry up and pay up!"

Jin Shushu and the others forced a smile and shouted in unison.

"I, Jin Shushu, admit defeat and acknowledge that I was a pig today!"

"I, Tie Ke, admit defeat and acknowledge that I was a pig today!"

After shouting, the few of them jogged away.

It looked like they were going to get something.

Having won the bet against Jin Shushu and the others, Tie He, now satisfied, began to explain.

"As the saying goes, a beautiful woman deserves a hero, and a precious sword deserves a hero. A good sword also needs a good scabbard to match."

We already prepared a scabbard specifically for this Nichirin Blade for you, even before forging it!

Believe me, you'll be satisfied.

After a short while, Jin Shushu, Tie Ke, and the others carried a huge box over.

With a bang, they set the box down and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

Stroking the surface of the box, Tie He's expression held a mixture of reverence and envy.

"Inside this," he explained, "are scabbards forged by the very first generation of swordsmiths in the Swordsmith Village.

These scabbards have been enshrined in our temple by generations of swordsmiths, waiting for a Nichirin Blade worthy of them!

Now, Scribe, this scabbard belongs to you!"

With that, Tie He opened the box, peeled back the heavy protective layers, and took out the scabbard.

The scabbard was entirely ink-blue, slightly longer than the Nichirin Blade, just enough to fit it snugly.

Its outer surface was engraved with a layer of wondrous patterns, as if offering a blessing or entrusting a duty.

Even more remarkably, the scabbard itself wasn't heavy, not hindering the Scribe's movements at all.

Placing the Nichirin Blade into the scabbard, the Scribe was astonished to find how perfectly they fit together.

It was as if they were originally one.

Fate, truly, is a marvelous thing.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, then attached the scabbard to his waist.

"Thank you, Village Chief Tie He," he said. "I am extremely satisfied with the scabbard.

I promise, it will accompany me throughout my life, just like this Nichirin Blade!"

Looking at the imposing and dignified Scribe before him, Tie He's heart swelled with emotion.

"Good, good! I'm glad you like it.

This scabbard has finally found its owner."

Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, Tie He let out a mighty roar.

"Lads, to celebrate, we're drinking heartily tonight!"

Seeing the jubilant people before him, the Scribe couldn't help but smile along.

Late into the night, after the revelry had ended, the Scribe rested in the room Tie He had arranged for him.

Originally, this banquet was meant to be a feast where Tie He and the others would ply him with alcohol.

However, the Scribe's simple statement that he couldn't drink made them realize that unfortunate truth.

Thinking of Tie He and the others looking at him with longing while miserably drinking, the Scribe felt a chuckle bubble up.

Coming to the Swordsmith Village this time had been incredibly fruitful.

Besides acquiring a peerless blade, the Scribe's swordsmithing skills had also leveled up.

Skill: Master Swordsmithing (3,000,000/10,000,000)

After forging the Nichirin Blade, the Scribe's swordsmithing skill had directly soared to Master level, becoming his first Master-tier skill!

Based on the Scribe's estimation, his current swordsmithing technique should have surpassed Tie He's.

If he wanted to, he could even forge another Nichirin Blade like this.

Of course, the Scribe was also well aware that this was merely a theoretical possibility.

A peerless blade, a Crimson Blade, was not something that could be easily recreated.

If miracles happened too often, would they still be called miracles?

"I'll head back tomorrow," he decided.

He rolled over, feeling somewhat tired, and prepared to sleep.

Just then, Tie He's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Scribe, it's me, Tie He. Are you asleep?"

Although he didn't know why Tie He was looking for him so late, the Scribe still replied.

"No, I'm not. Come in."

Pushing the door open, Tie He walked in.

He wasn't alone.

Tie Ke!

As soon as they met, Tie Ke immediately knelt on the floor and gave the Scribe a deep bow.

"Mr. Scribe, thank you so much for today.

If you hadn't stepped in to help, I, Tie Ke, would likely have already become a corpse."

Waving his hand, the Scribe shook his head and smiled faintly.

It was just a small favor; if you want to put it that way, I'm the one who should be thanking you for helping me forge this sword.

Without you, I probably wouldn't have been able to get this excellent blade.

Hearing the Scribe praise him so highly, Tie Ke quickly looked up, his expression a little flustered.

Not at all, not at all. For us swordsmiths, just being able to participate in this forging is already a tremendous honor.

After speaking, Tie Ke suddenly fell silent.

He gritted his teeth slightly, his expression troubled, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Tie He, standing beside him, tilted his head. His face, flushed from drinking, immediately showed displeasure.

He kicked Tie Ke in the backside and poked his head, saying, If you have something to say, say it quickly. You're a grown man in your thirties, what are you hesitating for?

After being spoken to like that by his uncle, the introverted Tie Ke finally mustered up the courage and stated his request.

Mr. Scribe, I've heard you are a successor of Sun Breathing. I request that you pass down your swordsmanship!

Confused, the Scribe didn't understand Tie Ke's meaning.

It didn't seem like Tie Ke himself wanted to learn Sun Breathing.

So, how exactly was this swordsmanship to be passed down?

Unable to watch any longer, Tie He cleared his throat and explained.

Besides his talent in forging, my nephew is also skilled in mechanics.