The middle-aged swordsmith who had spoken earlier spoke again, his tone now filled with a death wish.
"Everyone knows the village chief's knife-forging skills; he must survive!"
As the village chief, Tetsukawara Tessen's sword-forging skills are naturally the strongest.
The Nichirin Blade of the Love Hashira Kanroji Mitsuri, was also forged by her own hand.
"We all know that, but where is the village chief right now!"
Just as the middle-aged and elderly swordsmiths were pondering where Tiezhen might be, the defense line formed by the younger swordsmiths had completely collapsed.
A dozen or so Muscle Goldfish burst out of the forest and killed several people in an instant.
"Gah!"
A swordsmith was a step too slow in his escape and was caught by a Muscle Goldfish, which swiped at him from behind.
Deep bloodstains appeared on his back, and fresh blood flowed out.
"Tetsugoro!"
Seeing this, another young swordsmith quickly thrust out his spear in an attempt to stop him.
The other swordsmiths also stepped forward and launched their attacks.
Finally, Tetsugoro was rescued by them.
"Be careful, these monsters' claws are as sharp as blades!"
After leaving behind those words, Tetsugoro's head lolled to the side and he passed out.
"Let's go inside and buy some time!"
The swordsmith, wielding a spear, shouted, signaling to his companion to carry Tetsugoro on his back.
"We must hold them off; we can't let the clan chief and the village chief get hurt!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Muscle Goldfish rushed over, waving its large paws.
Even with the swordsmith's full strength, he still couldn't break through the opponent's skin.
This level of strength is comparable to that of steel!
Seeing the large hand swinging towards him, he could only hold his spear in front of his chest.
The Muscle Goldfish, with its sheer strength, easily pinned it to the ground.
Another swordsmith tried to come to the rescue, but the Muscle Goldfish grabbed his head.
"Ughhhhh!"
As the goldfish exerted its strength, the knife maker also let out a painful cry.
The skull made a cracking sound, clearly indicating that his life was in danger.
The other swordsmiths were in a similar situation, all held back by the Muscle Goldfish.
The remaining part rushed forward.
Oh no, that direction!
A swordsmith roared, but he couldn't get away to help.
At this moment, Kanroji Mitsuri's figure finally appeared in mid-air.
"Everyone, sorry I'm late, let's take them down now!"
Beneath her adorable voice lies Mitsuri's terrifying strength.
With a flick of his whip-like Nichirin Blade, he sliced the pots on the backs of the fish monsters to pieces in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, it's a pillar!"
"So strong!"
"They're so cute, I completely forgot that Pillars are really strong..."
In no time at all, Mitsuri had dealt with all the fish monsters.
Even those demons with the power of Lower Rank demon are no match for her.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit here!"
With her foot planted on the head of a demon, Mitsuri hoped to extract some useful information before the demon completely dissipated.
Perhaps it was because a ghost is about to die that its words are kind, but this ghost actually answered the question.
"We were ordered to come here to capture knifemakers, especially those with exceptional skills."
"Why arrest the swordsmith?"
After a moment of surprise, Mitsuri quickly pressed for an answer.
She didn't know what the ghost's purpose was in capturing the swordsmith; it couldn't possibly be to forge a sword, could it?
The vast majority of demons are unable to use Nichirin Blade.
Only in very rare cases can a demon use Nichirin Blade or even Breathing Technique.
Even if there really were demons who needed Nichirin Blade, they wouldn't be able to obtain the raw materials.
Sunlight Mountain, bathed in sunlight year-round, would be dead even for Muzan now.
That's because...
The ghost's head had almost disappeared, yet he was still trying to explain why.
But at that moment, he suddenly let out a painful cry.
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"Ughhhh!"
His words were abruptly cut off, and then the remaining part of the demon swelled up.
"Bang!"
After an explosion, it turned to ashes and disappeared.
"What... what's going on?"
Upon seeing this, Mitsuri's face showed a look of shock.
In her past ghost-hunting career, all ghosts gradually disappeared after death.
Without exception.
Now, the ghost clearly still has a chance to finish speaking, as if something has sensed it.
The already limited time instantly vanished into nothingness.
This also means that Mitsuri has lost her chance.
Perhaps, this is the only chance.
"Could this be some kind of taboo?"
Mitsuri believes that this demon's accelerated death is somewhat similar to Muzan's punishment mechanism for his subordinates.
However, this influence is clearly not as domineering as Muzan's.
Unable to control life and death, perhaps only able to affect demons in a severely injured state.
Otherwise, the ghost would have died the moment it had the thought of explaining the reason.
"No, we must tell Mister Scribe about this right away."
After a moment's thought, Mitsuri decided to tell Scribe.
Although the Scribe rejected her that day, it did not affect their relationship.
Instinctively, Mitsuri still trusted him quite a bit.
"Now, I need to deal with those monsters first."
Before she arrived, some fish monsters rushed towards the group of middle-aged and elderly knife makers.
As the elite of the Swordsmith Village, the death of even one of them is a loss for the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Wait a moment, I'll be right there!"
With that thought in mind, Mitsuri rushed out again.
Before leaving, she made sure to tell the young knife makers to hide quickly.
Watching Mitsuri's beautiful figure gradually disappear into the distance, a swordsmith muttered to himself.
"Powerful and beautiful, Lord Kanroji is truly captivating."
Finally in a safe environment, his companion joked.
"I think you have a lot of potential, you just need some time."
"Really?! How long do you think it will take?!"
"When you are able to forge the Nichirin Blade that Lord Kanroji possesses, just like Lord Tetsujin."
Upon hearing this, the young swordsmith who had spoken first immediately lowered his head.
Tetsukawara Tessen's skills are exceptional among all the village chiefs throughout history.
He inherited his skills from his ancestors, and his family has a history spanning hundreds of years.
The level of achievement of such a person is beyond the comprehension of an ordinary swordsmith like myself.
Just as he was feeling a little down, a figure suddenly walked towards him.
His companions were also frantically patting him with their hands.
"What's wrong?"
Looking up, the knife maker froze on the spot.
Before their eyes, a dozen or so ghosts appeared, led by a ghost holding a tin staff.
In the eyes of this demon, the words "Upper Rank Four" were clearly engraved.
This group of ghosts was clearly the Jikan mob that had been following Mitsuri all along.
"That woman really helped us a lot."
"Jikan, what do you suggest we do?"
A demon, whose eyes also bore the mark of Upper Rank Four, but who held a fan in his hand, chuckled.
"Kill it, or eat it?"
"This is infuriating, Karaku."
He slammed his tin staff into the ground in Jikan, his tone extremely angry.
"You've already eaten so much in the forest, can't you curb your appetite a little?"
"Sorrow."
The ghost holding the cross-shaped spear responded, which made another ghost flying in the sky laugh.
"Aizetsu, Urogi, you two shut up too!"
He interrupted Aizetsu and Urogi's mockery and continued in Jikan.
"Arrest them all, but leave some alive."
"These swordsmiths are young, but they should have mastered a lot of skills, and there are quite a few of them."
"If other ghosts try to steal the food..."
He paused for a moment, Jikan.
"Then cripple them!"
"No problem~"
The first to reply was Karaku, who seemed genuinely happy about the fact that their own kind were killing each other.
Of course, perhaps he never considered the ghosts behind him to be his own kind.