Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

Chapter 34

The two of them leave the cabin and trek down the mountain in the dead of the night. The demon's regeneration was kicking in, having healed any and all symptoms of hypothermia and frostbite, as he gripped onto the walking stick while they made their way down the stiff dangerous mountain slopes.

As Masahiko clips a small lantern to his belt, the both of them had changed into hiking boots, and this time, Kyojurou himself was more well dressed to withstand the cold. His breaths produce puffs of vapour as they make their way down slowly, and Kyojurou wonders how Masahiko does it all without the use of his sight.

To that, Masahiko had simply rung the bells on his wrists.

Did this man seriously know echolocation? Or had he memories the entirety of the mountain path on the way up and down? That was regardless, and amazing skill.

"I was wondering, if you wanted your nichirin blade reforged," Masahiko brings up, as he turns to look at the man.

"Of course!" He replies instinctively. The first and only time he had gotten it broken when he was present was in his fight with Akaza. He doesn't know what happened to it between his death and where he currently was now, but he needed his primary weapon back. It's also a piece of himself.

"Then we'll definitely have it reforged. It might turn out slightly different form what you expected, but I have a feeling it'll look beautiful," His last words leave Kyojurou with a sense of growing anticipation, and lulling comfort. To have the weight of his blade in his hands again, the wakizashi could never replace it. Masahiko smiles at him, soft and gentle, and that itself reassures him greatly.

"You have access to the Sword smith Village?" Masahiko looks at him, looking puzzled. 

"Is that what you call the place where you get your weapons from? That's interesting," Masahiko comments lightly, as he shakes his head. 

Oh. That got his hopes up. 

But he would be able to find one of the kakushi to help him pass a message, especially at the Wisteria houses in every town. From there, he would have to convince one of the members that he was a demon slayer, without revealing his own identity, and then submit a request for a blade since he 'broke' his own. 

He smiles at the thought of watching his future blade turn into an orange crimson steel. 

Masahiko has a strangely calming and lulling aura around him, one that Kyojurou can understand up to some extent, since he was a healer, and had been his saviour. However, there was this further underlying tone which told him to absolutely trust this man and obey him. He didn't know where that came from, but Masahiko had protected him from Himura when he had been attacked, so in the very least, he could trust him not to take his life.

"So, what exactly do you work as?" 

"That's....debatable. Healer, musician and part time demon hunter? My choice of job did not really matter, so I just went along with whatever suited me most," Masahiko replies, as if he was entertained by the very question posed to him. The scope of jobs were pretty wide and far apart.

"Does she also have more than one job?" He presses him further.

"I realise now I have not told you her name. It's Himura. She doesn't tell her last name to anyone, so there's that. She's the director of a dance troupe that goes by the name of Kitsune. She's a woman of many, many talents. Sometimes she asks me to be one of the musicians for her troupe and several performances, since I have a keen sense of hearing, so that's how we are acquaintances of sorts," Masahiko seemingly speaks with mild interest.

"I'm really keen to find out what instrument you play," Kyojuro comments, mood far lighter now as compared to before, especially since Himura, as Masahiko had called her, was not trying to kill him anymore. Her senses ad her instincts were scary, in the least. His companion gives him a sly smile.