"How did you get up here?" Monk could not help asking.
Yamabuki Chidori laughed heartily and patted Monk on the shoulder. "I just whooshed right up here! Don't look at me like that."
The expression on Monk's face shifted from confusion to delight. "It's been a long time since anyone came to the Soul King Palace. Why not stay for lunch today?"
"I'm a busy man, swamped with work every day, unlike you lot who have so much free time. I came to ask Ōetsu for a favor." Yamabuki Chidori took out two massive chunks of iron—the severed pieces of the greatsword he had cut apart the night before.
"Can you help me fix this? Turn it into a weapon with Zanpakuto properties, and preferably make it a little heavier." Yamabuki Chidori forcefully patted Ōetsu on the shoulder.
Sword God Nimaiya Ōetsu's eye twitched slightly. "We haven't even punished you for trespassing into the Soul King Palace, and you want me to help you? And what is this thing? I'm a swordsmith, not a blacksmith. I don't fix every piece of junk that comes my way."
"How can you call this junk? It's obviously a sword, okay? A heavy double-edged sword, at that. There's a limit to how ignorant you can be. Still, this sword's design is strange. It isn't an Eastern katana, much less a Western weapon! It looks more like something from a manga." Yamabuki Chidori had found it strange from the start. The greatsword resembled the huge blade carried by Berserk's protagonist.
"You still haven't told me how you got up here." Ōetsu was still hung up on that question.
The Soul King Palace was the most important place in the Three Realms. Otherwise, the strongest people would not have been assigned to guard it. If anything