"Mm, you have a point. Then forge it the way you suggested."
Chongli nodded, his expression unchanged. He knew that forging a weapon like that with only these yokai bones was something of a pipe dream.
But Tōtōsai was a renowned swordsmith in the Demon World, after all. If Chongli did not push him a little, how would the old man put his all into forging a weapon suited to him?
He was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very clever.
"How much longer will it take, old man Tōtōsai?"
Chongli asked. He knew that now the war was over, he would have to return to Bluestone Mountain as soon as possible.
It would not do to delay Lord Mingye's plans.
"It will be finished tomorrow."
Tōtōsai glanced at him without snapping back. He knew this monkey would not stay in Dog Castle for long. If not for the weapon, Chongli would already have left for Bluestone Mountain.
Chongli let out a soft breath. Fortunately, the wait would not be too long. Tomorrow, he would have a weapon of his own.
Only two days had passed since the war between the Dog Tribe and the leopard cats of the Eastern Country ended, yet the outcome spread among the yokai tribes of the Western Country at an astonishingly strange speed.
Tōga's feat of fighting three great yokai alone and killing them all left the yokai of the entire Western Country, and even the Eastern Country, aghast.
Demon Wolf Mingye's battle record and his contributions during the war likewise made his name resound throughout the western Demon World.
At last, this generation of the Demon Wolf Tribe had produced a chief who could unite its scattered clans. He was young-so young it was hard to believe-and had accomplished all manner