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Leave It To Me

Miyuki's POV

As the head of Yoriichi Type Zero toppled to the ground, we peered inside the mechanical doll's chest cavity, our eyes widening with disbelief. 

"What the hell is that?" I asked surprised. Nestled within the hollowed-out chamber was a sword, ancient and untouched by time—a relic from 300 years ago.

"Is that... a sword?" Tanjiro's breath caught in his throat as he reached out to touch the blade. 

Kotetsu nodded, his face alight with excitement. "Yes! And not just any sword—a 300-year-old blade from the Sengoku period! This is amazing!"

I, who had been eagerly cheering Tanjiro on from the sidelines, joined the pair, my eyes wide with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it. It's incredible!"

Kotetsu, practically bouncing with energy."Tanjiro, you should wield it! You found it, and you don't have a sword of your own right now. This could be the perfect weapon for you!"

"I don't think I should. It's an ancient artifact. It belongs to the history of the Demon Slayers." Tanjiro shook his head, humility evident in his voice. 

"But Tanjiro," Kotetsu insisted, "the steel from the Sengoku period is renowned for its quality. You've earned the right to use it by revealing it."

"He's right, Tanjiro. Maybe this sword has been waiting for someone like you." I nodded in agreement.

Feeling encouraged, Tanjiro slowly unsheathed the blade, anticipation building as the metal slid free from its scabbard. 

"Waaaahhhhhh" The three of us leaned in closer, eyes wide with excitement—only for our faces to drop in unison as the blade was revealed in all its rusty, tarnished glory. 

"It's... rusted," Tanjiro said flatly, his voice dripping with disappointment. "That's disappointing." We all fell down dramatically, arms flopping to our sides.

"I'm sorry, Tanjiro. I got you all worked up for nothing. The sword's in such bad shape." Kotetsu rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Tanjiro, trying to keep his spirits up despite the letdown, smiled weakly. "It's alright, Kotetsu. We couldn't have known. It's still a remarkable find."

"Yeah, don't be sad. Maybe there's still a way to restore it. It must have been a magnificent weapon back in its day." I put my hand on Tanjiro's shoulder to comfort him.

*THUD*

Suddenly, a series of loud footsteps echoed through the clearing, causing the ground beneath them to tremble. 

Turning in unison, the group saw Hotaru Haganezuka approaching, his newly acquired muscles bulging as if he'd been training nonstop.

"Ha--Hazanezuka-san?" Tanjiro blinked, recognizing the older swordsmith. "What are you doing here?"

Hotaru's eyes were locked onto the ancient sword, his gaze intense and unwavering. "That sword..." he said, his voice low and serious. "It should be left to me."

Before any of us could respond, Hotaru lunged forward, attempting to take the sword from Tanjiro's grasp. Caught off guard, Tanjiro and Kotetsu tried to pull the weapon back, resulting in a comical tug-of-war over the rusted blade.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed, rushing to Tanjiro's side and trying to pry Hazanezuka's fingers away. "hy are you so insistent on taking it?"

Tanjiro struggled to maintain his grip, glancing at Hazanezuka in confusion. "I was actually looking for you, Hazanezuka-san! I wanted to ask you to make me a new sword."