A Belated Graduation Gift

"All right."

Feng Ye smiled faintly and patted Makomo on the shoulder.

It was within his expectations that Makomo had not made much progress in swordsmanship. Though she was quite talented, her innate potential was only enough to reach the level of a Hashira candidate. She was far inferior to the other Hashira. Reaching her current level in swordsmanship was already the limit of this stage for her.

Given several more decades, she might improve further, but it would still be difficult for her to achieve any qualitative breakthrough.

"I did not come to see you this time to lecture you. I came to give you the graduation gift I did not give you before."

As he spoke,

Feng Ye casually waved his right hand. Flickering light gathered in his hand and transformed into a sword. He grasped it and held it out to Makomo.

He did not want to give Makomo overly powerful strength, but her current position was rather awkward. As his disciple, it was hard to justify it. Even if it was to avoid disrupting the balance, she at least had to be no weaker than Upper Rank One.

"This is..."

Makomo stared blankly at the entirely silver-white sword Feng Ye handed her, then quickly accepted it.

The instant she touched the sword, a feeling of perfect harmony surged through her. To her delight, she instantly discovered that the sword was almost connected to her mind.

With a thought, the entire sword melted into silver light and vanished from her hand, directly merging into her body.

"It is a grade higher than the Nichirin Blade you are using now, and the damage it inflicts is greater as well. Ordinary demons will die immediately if struck by it, even if it does not hit their necks. Even stronger