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Haganezuka's eyes widened behind his mask until they looked ready to pop out. The swordsman in front of him had just turned a chunk of raw ore into a finished Nichirin Blade without any forging, hammering, or craftsmanship whatsoever.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The blade in Shuya's hand was still there. One of the ore pieces he had personally brought was now missing from the table.
"Give it to me! Now!" Haganezuka dropped his kitchen knives and lunged forward, snatching the blade out of Shuya's hands.
He pulled out a hammer from somewhere, slammed the blade onto the floor, and struck it hard several times. The clear metallic ring echoed through the room. Haganezuka froze. From the sound, the hardness, and the overall feel, even his professional eye couldn't find a single flaw. It was a genuinely excellent blade.
The only real issue was that the handle and guard were made of the same metal as the blade. In a real fight, the recoil would be brutal and could easily make the sword fly out of someone's hands.
Still, he stared at Shuya in disbelief. "How the hell did you do that?"
Shuya smiled. "You can think of it as a rare blood ability."
Rare blood was the Demon Slayer world's term for people with special physiques that attracted demons and sometimes granted unique powers. Sanemi's blood could intoxicate demons. His brother Genya could eat demons to gain strength. A Nen user showing up in this world? That could easily pass as another form of rare blood.
Explaining actual Nen would be way too much trouble for someone who wasn't even an important female character. Shuya saw no reason to bother.
The ability itself was something he had helped Saya Takagi develop back in the zombie world — a Manipulation-type technique called Metal Tide. By pouring Nen into metal, he could freely reshape it into whatever form he wanted. Weapons, shields, armor… the speed of transformation depended on how much Nen he had already infused into the material beforehand.
Haganezuka's hammer slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. He slowly sank down, staring at nothing as the light left his eyes.
"Swordsmiths… have no future…"
"Mr. Haganezuka, please pull yourself together! The Demon Slayer Corps still needs you!" Aoi grabbed him by the collar and started shaking him violently, terrified that the swordsmith Kagaya had personally sent might break down completely because of her.
Haganezuka's head whipped back and forth so hard his mask nearly flew off. "C-can't… breathe… I'm gonna… die…"
Aoi finally realized what she was doing and let go. Haganezuka face-planted straight into the floor with a painful thud.
Shuya winced. He had only used his Nen ability to casually destroy the man's pride as a swordsmith. Aoi had gone straight for attempted murder.
Haganezuka slowly raised one trembling hand from the floor. Aoi rushed over to help him up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"
"Don't— don't come near me!" Haganezuka scrambled backward like a frightened animal. "If you touch me again I'm going to meet my ancestors!"
Aoi stood there awkwardly with both hands raised, unsure where to put them.
After a long silence, Haganezuka stood up and spoke in a flat voice. "I'm leaving."
He picked up his knives and hammer, turned around, and walked out without another word.
Aoi blinked, then hurried after him. She came back moments later holding several skewers of sauce-glazed dango — Haganezuka's favorite food. She had prepared them earlier in case he got into an argument with Shuya.
"I'm really sorry about earlier," she said, offering the skewers with both hands. "Please take these as an apology."
She shot Shuya a sharp glare. This was all his fault. If he hadn't casually crushed a master swordsmith's entire reason for existing, she wouldn't have panicked and almost killed the poor man.