Kanamori slowly drew the Nichirin Blade from its white cloth wrapping.
It was an utterly pure black.
A Black Blade.
Kanamori raised the blade and looked up at it. After staring for a moment, he lowered the Nichirin Blade and turned toward Yuko.
Tanjiro couldn't see the expression beneath the Hyottoko Mask, but the atmosphere somehow became strange. He swallowed involuntarily.
"Ahhhhhhh~" Kanamori suddenly let out a bizarre howl and lunged toward Yuko.
Yuko's eyelids twitched slightly. As her body leaned back, she stuck out one foot.
"Ugh..." It struck Kanamori squarely in the abdomen, making him hunch over and curl up like a shrimp.
"Eek!" Tanjiro's eyes widened in fright.
Kanamori didn't react at all. Instead, he trembled as he reached both hands toward Yuko and said with difficulty, "Please... please tell me the swordsmith who forged this blade... Ugh..."
After saying that, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He lowered his head and toppled to the ground.
Sakonji Urokodaki drank his tea with elegant composure and said indifferently, "Ignore him. He's always been like this..."
The moment he finished speaking, Kanamori began crawling darkly across the floor. He wriggled over to Yuko's feet and grabbed her ankle.
Yuko looked down.
Kanamori raised his head, as though a gloomy aura were swirling around him.
"Tell me..."
Yuko lifted her foot and pressed down, pinning him to the floor.
"Ugh..."
Watching the white cloud drifting from Kanamori's body, Tanjiro said in horror, "Something came out of him!"
Nezuko, who had crawled back into the blankets to attend to serious business, frowned and covered her ears. The blanket rose into a tall mound as she wrapped herself up.
With bandages wrapped around his fingers, Kanamori crouched before the table, admiring the black Nichirin Blade placed on it with