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第三章: Ninchirintou no Nōhin

The steam from the tea rose and disappeared in the cold air of the room. Fuyumi traced her index finger on the rim of the ceramic cup as she watched some children playing outside Mrs. Sakuragi's nursing home, who had forced her to stay there since Fuyumi had arrived from the Demon Slayer Final Selection.

The old woman not only wanted to make sure the teenager was treating her wounds well, she also didn't want the young girl to return to the lonely cabin where the girl's parents had been brutally killed. Hana knew that, despite not letting on, that Fuyumi felt alone, and that was long before the youngest girl's parents were taken away from her.

When Fuyumi was younger, no children played with her, they always rejected her from their games. Hana always saw her watching the children, never going near the groups. The old woman always felt sorry for the girl, and now she felt obliged to take care of her until she was ready to leave the village and follow in her father's footsteps.

Finally picking up the cup and bringing it to her lips, Fuyumi took a sip of the tea, feeling the bittersweet taste of the drink and the high temperature going down her throat. She sighed as her gaze moved from the children to the wind chimes suspended above her head. She was old. Today she completed exactly 15 days since the final Selection, and at any moment her sword could be handed over and Fuyumi could finally go out to hunt the Oni.

Fuyumi looked away from the wind chimes and looked at the cup of tea, feeling a breeze greeting her face and tickling her pale cheeks...

Her moment in bed was interrupted when the door behind her was suddenly opened.

"Hit-H-Hitsu-Hitsu...!" it was none other than Ichika, Hana's net, trembling and stuttering on the floor. Fuyumi just looked at her blankly but questionably as she waited for the black-haired girl to calm down.

"What is it Ichika-san?" Fuyumi said after Ichika was lifted up.

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In another room, Fuyumi, Ichika and Hana were sitting on cushions, while a man, who had a Hyottoko mask covering his face, was wearing a khaki orange hakama and a dark green haori on top, as well as a hat with small bells. of wind, which are currently discarded next to it.

The first thing he did was bow slightly, despite being seated, then he introduced himself.

"Good morning. My name is Byakuya Rei. I forged Fuyumi's sword, and I came to deliver it." he informed, before grabbing a rectangular box wrapped in red cloth.

"That's me. It's a pleasure and an honor to have my sword forged by you." Fuyumi said, bowing as well, before watching Rei begin to remove the red cloth from the box while explaining some concepts of the sword.

"This is the Ninchirintou. The sword I forged. The raw materials of the Ninchirintou can be gathered from the mountain closest to the sun. The Crimson Filings and the Crimson Ore. They produce a steel that absorbs sunlight." he said pointing to the sun, through a window, where you could see the sky. "This is because Mount Yoko receives sunlight all day. There are never clouds in the sky, nor rain." he continued as he finished removing the cloth. Fuyumi sang as she absorbed the information.

It makes sense that this is the only steel capable of killing Oni. How interesting...

"Without any clouds? It must be hot there..." Ichika murmured, impressed, while pouring a cup of tea for Hana.

Rei then gave the sword to Fuyumi, who took it and examined the white sheath before removing it and observing the sword. His thumb stroked the leather covering the hilt, before his attention shifted to the blade as he saw a change out of the corner of his eye. The gray blade slowly became a mixture of blue tones, near the handle the blade took on a turquoise tone and slowly faded to a celestial tone at the tip.