The Forge Master in the Blade of Demon Slayer

No.17 Arrival

But he quickly got up from the ground.

The torrential rain has not stopped, and there is water all over the place.

Moreover, after fighting with that evil spirit for a long time, he is not a fighting master, and he can't do the kind of chicness that rains blood all over the sky without staining a drop, so it is inevitable that he will be stained with a lot of blood.

"I don't know if these things are contagious..."

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that only the blood of the big boss Onimai Tsuji can turn ordinary people into ghosts.

What I just faced is obviously not... Otherwise, I would have died long ago.

"This guy should be just the most common guy, right?"

Thinking of this, looking at the ghost hanging at the gate of the temple, and recalling the previous battle, I don't have any fear in my heart, but I feel that I was too reckless.

"He determined that he should not be given a chance to breathe, so the attack never stopped."

"But because of the lack of understanding of ghosts, there is still an opportunity to take advantage of it."

After sorting out my thoughts and summarizing it, I decided: "If you encounter a ghost next time, you must not leave the opponent with the slightest chance. Moreover, a forging hammer is not a weapon after all. Do you want to use your identity as a swordsmith to forge a sword for yourself? Where's the weapon?"

"But it's a bit difficult. After all, there are countless ores allocated to the swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer team. Such precious things can't be deducted just by deducting them."

"And, there is nothing more! Otherwise, using the blood casting method to directly forge a 40-meter-long knife for Kanae, wouldn't that be a child with one knife?"

Thinking divergently in my mind, I suddenly found that I seemed to want to fork in the road.

"Why do you have to meet a ghost as a prerequisite? I'm obviously a swordsmith, okay? It's too unlucky to think so..."

The voice talking to himself suddenly fell silent. Now that we have come to this era, how can we not encounter ghosts?

Cutler?

Has the swordsmith village been attacked by ghosts been forgotten so quickly?

There is no such thing as a stable knifesmith's life. No matter how closely the Ghost Killing Squad protects the knifesmith village, accidents will inevitably happen.

"So, whether the knifesmith is away from home or at home, he must take good care of himself."

Reorganize the spirit, and then feel the physical condition.

In terms of physical strength alone, it was discovered that it didn't consume too much.

"This is mainly due to the increased physical attributes when I forged the knife. In addition, this ghost is not a powerful character, so with my brute strength and physical fitness, the forging method of the sun's breath, combined with the Tiangong forging hammer, This is what led to the current battle results. And the energy that consumes the most now is actually energy."

In a highly concentrated battle, a single thought may turn the outcome upside down, and energy will inevitably be exhausted.

"Do members of the Ghost Killing Squad always have to go through such battles?"

Tie Zhi Cangjie looked at the forging hammer in his hand, and washed away the blood on it with the help of the heavy rain.

He tidied up his clothes again, hung them on the edge of the brazier, sat down against the wall, stared at the ghost hanging at the gate of the temple, and picked up rice balls to eat Haisai.

"Even in this state, you can't underestimate their recovery ability. If there is any change, go there immediately to make up the hammer!"

With such an awareness, Tiezhi Cangsuke kept concentrating his mind so that he would not fall asleep, and fixed his eyes on the ghost at the gate of the temple.

The torrential rain did not know when it was getting smaller and smaller, and the time of the night was slowly passing away. Dawn broke in the east, and the light returned to the earth and the forest.

And the ghosts at the gate of the temple...in fact, they didn't stop like that.

After Tiezhi Sosuke smashed his head into the cavity, he really lost consciousness.

But after waking up, I immediately started trying to recover.

But he recovered very slowly.

I struggled until the morning, but my head could not be pulled out of the cavity.

The last light of dawn shone in front of the temple gate, and when he realized that he was about to face the sun, the ghost let out a dull voice: "No...don't!!"

In the muffled screams, it dissipated.

There are only vines left on the temple gate.

It was only at this time that Tiezhi Cansuke was truly relieved, stood up, and felt a little dizzy in the head.

This is not the same as blacksmithing all night. Forging irons also moves the body and concentrates the mind. It always maintains vitality and can bear it.

But his body didn't move that night, but his spirit remained tense, and he fell asleep after a long time.

Every time at this time, he pinched his thigh to refresh himself, and his thigh was covered with purple stains after the night.

He walked out of the temple gate, slapped his face with the help of the rainwater accumulated in the pit, and his spirit instantly lifted.

"I should be able to arrive at Butterfly Residence today. I don't have time to rest. Otherwise, I'll sleep until night and won't be able to leave."

His heart was on fire, and when he really saw the ability of ghosts, he became even more worried about Butterfly Chanae.

Back in the ruined temple, I put on my clothes, didn't eat breakfast, held the sword box, and carried the forging hammer, and set off again.

Borrowing the cold wind in the morning, Tie Zhicang gallops like flying among the mountains and forests.

It was supposed to be a day's journey, but it turned out that it was already at the gate of Butterfly Residence before noon.

All the way, the tossing was a bit out of shape, but he hesitated standing at the door of Butterfly Residence.