Two years apart, and back to the old trade. Tetsuya: Working for someone else? Not a chance

"Hahahaha! Mirror Hashira? How did you end up with a title like that? You're killing me!"

Inside a luxurious izakaya in Kyoto, Tetsuya sat on a sofa, looking at Izuna as he slapped the table and roared with laughter.

Izuna didn't particularly care about his title.

"That Ubuyashiki kid said I was like a mirror. I only needed to see someone's swordsmanship once to reproduce it perfectly, just like a reflection in a mirror.

"So he gave me the title of Mirror Hashira."

"Not bad! We haven't seen each other for two years, and you've already killed one of the Lower Moons of the Twelve Kizuki. Did the guy you killed tell you his name?"

"Yeah, he said his name was Rokuro or something, and that he was Lower Moon Two.

"He kept yammering away. I got sick of the noise and cut him down with one slash. I'd thought he might actually be strong, but he was nothing special."

"That's plenty impressive."

Tetsuya crossed his legs as he spoke.

"You're a powerhouse from the Shinobi World, someone at the Six Paths level.

"Not just anything can withstand a slash from you."

"Enough about me. What about you? You're back to your old trade again."

As he spoke, Izuna looked around the room. He knew this era was still relatively backward, but everything in Tetsuya's room was worth a fortune.

Masterpieces of every kind-the folding screen, the table, the hanging ornaments...

It looked far more extravagant than even the home of the Demon Slayer Corps' young master.

"Oh, honestly, I didn't want to go back to my old trade either, but..."

Tetsuya picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip.

"Tsk, someone practically shoved money into my hands. I couldn't just refuse it, could I?"

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