Haganezuka Hotaru immediately fixated on the rusty ancient blade in Tanjiro's hands, his breathing growing extremely heavy beneath his mask.
"Give it to me!!" Haganezuka Hotaru let out a deafening roar and lunged straight at Tanjiro.
Startled, Tanjiro backed away repeatedly. "Mr. Haganezuka! What are you doing here?"
"Give me that blade! I heard everything from the woods just now!" Haganezuka Hotaru flailed his arms as he tried to snatch the blade from Tanjiro. "An ancient blade over three hundred years old-let me polish it! I'll give it new life!"
Tanjiro fiercely guarded the blade in his hands. "But it's already this rusty. Can it really still be polished?"
"Are you questioning my skills?!" Haganezuka Hotaru flew into an outright rage and reached straight for Tanjiro's throat.
The two instantly began grappling, throwing the scene into chaos.
A vein bulged on Rokuya's forehead again. Why is everyone in this Swordsmith Village crazier than the last?
Rokuya stepped forward and grabbed the back of Haganezuka Hotaru's collar with his right hand. With his maxed-out strength stat, he lifted the burly swordsmith into the air with one hand.
"Calm down, you lunatic." Rokuya stared coldly at the struggling Haganezuka Hotaru. "You're here snatching blades, but what about my Shura Blade?"
Haganezuka Hotaru flailed in the air a couple of times, then turned toward Rokuya, his tone calming somewhat. "I'm almost finished with your greatsword. Its material is extremely unusual, and the metal fatigue was severe. I reforged it for three days and three nights using the hottest furnace fire. All that's left now is the final polishing and engraving."
"When can I have it?" Rokuya set him back on the ground.
"Probably tomorrow." Haganezuka Hotaru straightened his clothes, his gaze once again locking onto the ancient blade in Tanjiro's hands. "I can