It's been a week, and the swordsmith is finally here. The swordsmith, I learned whose name is Yuki Tanaka, presented it to me.
"Might you be the demon slayer Yami Kumagaki?" She asked her head down low.
"Correct, how may I assist you?"
"I have come to deliver your sword. Would you allow me to come inside?"
I nodded, opening the door and leading her to a small sitting area with a small table and four zabutons. My house wasn't very large, considering it was A) for only one person and B) was less of a house than it was a shed.
She sat on the mat and twisted a long bag to the front of her and sat it on the table.
"As you know, the swords for demon slayers are very special, mainly because they change color based on the wielder." She spoke, handing me the bag to open.
I did as signaled, and took out a beautiful black wooden sheath. The handle was black with a red undertone, the fabric soft on my fingers as I gripped it.
"Now then, if you pull out the sword, it should change color," Yuki said.
I unsheathed the sword, watching as it turned red. But that wasn't the only color. It had black cracks that looked as though the sword was struck by lightning.
Yuki looked at the sword amazed, mouth slightly agape and green eyes wide. "I've never... a dual-colored sword?!"
"I suppose this has never happened before?" I question.
"Yes! And with two of the most powerful colors... you are truly will be a force to be reckoned with, Lady Kumagaki." Yuki stated, still in a daze about the whole ordeal.
I smiled down at her, "Yes, I thank you. Would you like to stay for tea?"
She shakes her head and bows, "No ma'am, but thank you for the offer. I must be going now, thank you for allowing me to see this historical moment."
I nod and walk her to the door, bowing to each other before she begins her journey back.
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"Yami Kumagaki. You have a mission. Please make your way to Asakusa in Tokyo. There, you will investigate rumors about a demon." My raven said calmly. The angry man's crow had to follow him, although he was very upset.
"Thank you Shirozora," I said in a relaxed tone, pulling on my haori and grabbing my katana. My haori was white with red koi fish silhouettes floating above dark black water, custom-made. My demon slayer uniform, which was delivered with my sword, was a black color with a short skirt falling just around my mid-thigh and a low-cut neck.
I walked out of my house, preparing for the long journey.
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The city was magnificent, to say the least. People bustling, vendors shouting, it was like daytime at midnight. I walked along the side of the road, Shirozora now resting on my shoulder.
'I'm not surprised a demon is here, nobody is paying any mind to anything else. I haven't even gotten a single look...'
I smile to myself, this is the best place for a demon to hide, now it's just to find the thing.
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