"Of course, you succeeded."
With a laugh, the Scribe then pointed to the mechanical puppets not far away and said...
"You've done a great job, surpassing your previous self."
On the other side, Kotetsu and Nezuko, who had woken up, also brought a medical kit and began to examine Tanjiro's body.
Taking this opportunity, the Scribe sat down to the side and asked Tanjiro a question.
"Speaking of which, do you know about 'monster drops'?"
What is that?
With a face full of confusion, Tanjiro clearly had never heard of such words before.
"It means that every time we kill a monster, it will drop some gold coins or other items for us."
Standing up, the Scribe walked to Yoriichi Zero Type's side.
"The older and more powerful the monster, the rarer and more precious the treasures it drops."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro heard First Form of cracking sounds.
Countless cracks covered Yoriichi Zero Type's face, and many fragments had fallen off his chest.
"Click".
The mechanical puppet, unable to hold on any longer, finally shattered, its head turning into fragments that crashed to the ground.
The part that forms the human spine is not made of hard wood or steel.
"That's... a knife?"
Tanjiro and the other two widened their eyes in surprise, not expecting that Yoriichi Zero Type would contain a sword.
Keep in mind that this is a mechanical doll that was created more than 300 years ago.
Such a sophisticated instrument cannot be disassembled and reassembled after it is manufactured.
In other words, this knife was already hidden inside during the initial manufacturing stage.
A three-hundred-year-old knife?
Chapter 463 The Stupid Haganezuka
Seeing the three people standing there in a daze, the Scribe spoke.
"Perfect timing, Tanjiro, you've lost your sword, so here you can have it."
"No, no."
Tanjiro, realizing what was happening, quickly shook his head, indicating his refusal.
"The injuries on this mechanical puppet were from before; I just happened to hit it a little more."
"Besides, wasn't the Yoriichi Zero Type made by Kotetsu's ancestor? It should be his."
Kotetsu said there was absolutely no problem with that.
"I am just a blacksmith, I have no talent to be a swordsman."
"A good knife is best paired with a good person; that is the perfect match."
"Besides, I didn't give it to you, Tanjiro, for nothing."
Kotetsu's tone was somewhat excited as he turned to look at Tanjiro.
There's something I hope you'll agree to.
"You said that as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree."
"Alright, then wait until you're stronger than those two brothers, then give them a good humiliation."
"I've already thought of what to say, and that's how I'll tell them."
"Is that all you've got? Trash and scum. A short guy with short legs, you're utterly ugly. Go commit seppuku, you disgrace."
Tanjiro's lips twitched violently as he watched Kotetsu laughing wildly, his excitement completely undisguised.
"Since you've already discussed it, why don't you pull it out and take a look?"
"Okay, okay."
In an instant, Kotetsu and Nezuko rushed to the Scribe.
Even Tanjiro struggled to his feet and walked over.
With a swift motion, the Scribe drew the knife and held it horizontally in front of the three men.
"Are you all ready? Let's begin."
As he spoke, he gripped the knife handle tightly and slowly pulled it out.
Tanjiro stared intently, even swallowing hard.
What would a knife look like more than three hundred years ago?
"Was it made from a meteorite from outer space, or forged from some secret treasure found in the mountains and forests?"
"It must be extremely sharp, able to cut through iron like mud and split stone like oil?"
Amidst the three's excitement, the "face" beneath the scabbard finally appeared.
"It's rusted."
Looking at the rusty blade, the Scribe raised an eyebrow and said.
"It looks pretty serious; an average knife maker probably wouldn't be able to fix it."
The gap between reality and imagination was so vast that Tanjiro felt as if he had been hit with a critical strike.
Clutching his heart, he felt he couldn't take it anymore.
"There's nothing we can do about it, it's just so natural."
"Hidden inside for three hundred years, no one knew about it, so naturally no one took care of it."
Kotetsu comforted Tanjiro, saying somewhat embarrassedly.
"Sorry, I made you happy for nothing."
"It's okay, I don't mind..."
Tanjiro shook his head, feigning indifference.
However, looking at his face covered in tears, it all seemed so fake.
"You don't need to worry, I know someone who can sharpen knives."
With a smile, the Scribe said.
"Besides, you all know this person."
"Really? Are they from the village?"
"Certainly."
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro and the other two showed expressions of joy.
"In that case, let's hurry and go find him."
"What's the rush? He's already here."
"Well?"
As the three were wondering what was going on, they suddenly heard footsteps behind them.
On the ground, a burly, dark figure gradually approached.
"Hey, Haganezuka, long time no see."
He greeted the Scribe person with a smile, and even brandished the knife in his hand.
"Could I trouble you with this matter?"
Turning his head to look behind him, Tanjiro saw a man with his upper body bare.
He wore Hannya Mask and a headscarf, and his arms were muscular and powerful.
"Mr. Haganezuka!?"
Surprised, Tanjiro said somewhat uncertainly.
"Is it you?"
However, Haganezuka did not answer his question.
Silently, he took the knife from the Scribe's hand and then spoke.
"I've heard everything you said. Now leave the rest to me."
After saying that, he took the knife and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Tanjiro and the other two quickly stepped forward, trying to take the sword back.
But Haganezuka wouldn't let such an opportunity pass by. He gripped the scabbard tightly with both hands, refusing to give an inch.
The immense power gained from years of forging the sword was enough to hold its own even against the combined strength of the three.
The group that got into a dispute then started a rally race.
"Please let go! Wait, Mr. Haganezuka, why did you take the sword with you?!"
"Leave it to me!"
"So, Mr. Haganezuka, you really need to explain this."
"I already told you, leave it to me!"
Seeing this, the Scribe joked.
"Keep going, keep going, don't give up easily."
Just as the group was locked in a tug-of-war, Tetsuana Mori suddenly appeared behind Haganezuka and placed his hands on Steel Tomb's armpits.
"Young men, remember this: this is his weakness."
With a slight scratch from Tetsuana Mori, the unable-to-hold Haganezuka collapsed to the ground, bursting into laughter.
Tanjiro and the others were also very surprised to see Tetsuana Mori reappear.
"Alright, let me explain the rest."
After "taking down" Haganezuka, Tetsuana Mori said slowly.
"First of all, please forgive Haganezuka. He is not in the village because he went to the mountains to cultivate."
"In order to forge a better sword, so that Tanjiro won't die."
"After all, you're the first person who's ever asked him to forge swords."
Hearing this, Tanjiro couldn't help but feel a little happy.
"Really? Mr. Haganezuka actually did this for me..."
"Hold on, I have something to remind you of."
The Scribe suddenly spoke, his words tinged with amusement.
"This time, his knife wasn't broken; he just lost it by accident."
Tanjiro's expression froze instantly, as if he had eaten a poisonous mushroom, and he stood rooted to the spot.
"I..."
Upon hearing this, Tetsuana Mori was also taken aback.
This was the first time he had ever heard of a swordsman throwing away his sword.
"These are all minor matters. Tanjiro's feelings have surely been felt by Haganezuka."
To smooth things over, the Scribe gestured with his lips and said.
"After all, Tanjiro's approval is very precious to someone who is still unmarried."
Getting up from the ground, Haganezuka finally spoke.