East Blue, Shimotsuki Village.
For some unknown reason, the original Shimotsuki Dojo had changed its signboard and name, becoming Isshin Dojo.
According to a certain old man who wished to remain anonymous, he had recently been reminded by some green-haired kid that word of his illegal departure from Wano Country seemed to have spread.
So, he could only have his son change the name of Shimotsuki Dojo to "Isshin Dojo" overnight. At the same time, he was considering discussing with the villagers about changing Shimotsuki Village's name to "Shimotsuki Village."
By the shore, Kozaburo sat on the grass, casting his fishing rod. He turned to look at the silver-haired young man beside him.
"What did you say? Say that again...?"
Hearing this, Sephiroth, who was likewise sitting on the grass, could only pull the Butcher Blade from his waist and hold it out before Kozaburo as he repeated himself.
"I want you to help me forge another Butcher Blade.
Uh! It would be best if the blade were black..."
Kozaburo stared at the Butcher Blade's pitch-black blade for quite a while. Silently, he took out his pipe and lit it, deeply inhaling before he spoke meaningfully.
"You need to understand, no two swords in this world are alike...
No matter how closely one resembles another, they are ultimately different!
Especially a Meito like yours, one on the level of a Supreme Grade Sword!
Meito of this grade are forged through a swordsmith's repeated tempering and forging over countless years, with will contained within the blade.
Outsiders and weaklings may not be able to see it, but to true experts, it is nothing but self-deception..."
"Ahem!... It doesn't have to be exactly identical...
As long as its appearance is highly similar and its power characteristics are the same, that will do!