As the Nichirin Blade was drawn, the silver blade gleamed like eternal ice, radiating a chilling light.
The blade reflected Kazama's golden eyes, exuding an unstoppable aura of battle.
"What a fine sword!" Kazama couldn't help but exclaim; only those who wielded swords could appreciate the craftsmanship of this blade.
Kanamori Hyou's temperament matched his sword.
Gradually, five-colored streams of light flowed like shooting stars across the night sky, slowly winding up along the bright blade, climbing until they reached the tip.
But the color change didn't stop there; the back of the Nichirin Blade donned a layer of ink-black coating at a visible speed, resembling a mysterious and vast starry sky.
The colorless stream of light on the blade transformed into a dragon-like pattern etched into the sword.
"Huh?" Kanamori Hyou exclaimed, though not in surprise but in disdain; a solid-colored Nichirin Blade was more to his aesthetic.
"Damn it!"
"What is this thing!"
"It's hideous!"
Kanamori Hyou cursed as he glared at Kazama, as if to say, "I waited all this time for you to give me this."
Kazama: ╮(??ω??)╭
He actually thought it looked pretty good; after all, cutting demons was the main goal.
Perhaps it was because he had learned too many Breathing Techniques and mixed them together.
Seeing Kanamori Hyou reaching into his robe again, Kazama hurriedly dashed out of the house.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
Moments later, Kazama returned with a bag of dango, which was Kanamori Hyou's favorite food.
"Hmm?" He looked at the dango with confusion, then silently withdrew his hand from his robe.
After finishing the dango, he glanced at Kazama, giving him a shiver.
"Kanamori Hyou, thank you for the dango!"
"And if you damage the sword, I will definitely kill you. Goodbye!"
By telling Kazama his name, he also remembered the other's name, while being puzzled about how this guy knew what he liked to eat.
After sending off this great deity, Kazama could fully understand the feelings of Tanjiro, the little angel, in the future.
In the evening, the old man returned with a member of the Hidden Corps. By coincidence, the other was there to deliver Kazama's uniform.
The Hidden Corps member usually wore a black uniform, a hood, and a black-and-white striped mask, making him quite recognizable.
Kazama tried on the uniform, which fit perfectly. As it was getting dark, the old man decided to keep this member around.
After dinner, the Hidden Corps member found Kazama leisurely sitting under a large tree in the peach orchard.
"Do you need something?"
Since this member hadn't spoken a word, Kazama thought he couldn't hear him, so he was particularly concerned.
He jumped down from the tree and began writing in a small notebook, handing it over once finished.
Soon, the other returned the notebook.
[Hello, my name is Hiding, and someone named Shinobu Kocho asked me to deliver a letter to you.]
"Wow!"
"Is this for real?"
"Brother Hiding, you're such a good person; please allow me to bow to you!"
Hiding merely nodded, then took out a letter from his robe and handed it to Kazama.
He took the letter, and a faint scent of wisteria wafted into his nostrils.
Confirming the scent, it was undoubtedly Shinobu's handiwork.
Kazama held the letter, bouncing with joy like a child who had received a beloved toy.
"Shinobu wrote back to me, hahaha!"
"I'm so happy!"
"Hehehe!"
After foolishly smiling for a while, he carefully opened the letter.
[Kazama, it's been a long time; I miss you. Congratulations on passing the Final Selection; I'm so happy for you. You will surely become the strongest swordsman!
Also, I really appreciate the data you provided; I have made improvements and developed the second generation of Wisteria Poison.
By the way, I created a new Breathing Technique based on Water Breathing.
How about that? Am I impressive? Hehehe! (￣^￣) Looking forward to seeing you; make sure to do well on your mission!]
"Hiks hiks!"
"I miss you so much too, Shinobu!"
Kazama read it several times, and seeing no one around, he secretly brought the letter close to his nose and took a deep breath.
"It's Shinobu's scent, so fragrant!"
"Oh no!"
"I won't be seen as a pervert, will I?"
He hurriedly stopped his infatuated behavior, carefully putting away the letter.
Unbeknownst to him, all his actions were seen by Hiding from a distance; of course, he had stumbled upon it inadvertently, and then hurriedly ran away.
In the middle of the night, Kazama was too excited to sleep, having received Shinobu's letter.
As usual, he lay comfortably on the rooftop, gazing at the brilliant starry sky.
A gentle breeze brushed against him, bringing a hint of coolness, ruffling his hair and the edges of his clothes.
He lay quietly on the rooftop, enjoying this tranquility and beauty.
The only thing that made him feel a bit lost was that the person who used to watch the stars with him was not there.
"Sigh!"
Suddenly, one end of the ladder leaned against the eaves, and Hiding climbed up, holding a sign with words written on it.
"Tendo, why aren't you sleeping?"
Kazama patted the space beside him, signaling for the other to sit down; having someone to talk to was nice.
He pulled out his notebook and wrote a line: 'Hiding, you don't understand that feeling, the feeling of missing someone.'
Hiding replied: 'Is it that person named Shinobu Kocho?'
He continued:' Of course! We're super close; once you meet the right person, you'll understand'.
Hiding took the notebook without replying, just staring blankly at Kazama, his gaze soft and tender, making Kazama feel uneasy all over.
"Whoa!"
"Hiding, you don't like men, do you?" Kazama exclaimed, quickly putting distance between them, thinking Hiding couldn't hear.
"I'm a pure man!"
Hiding tilted his head in confusion, then lay back with his hands behind his head, gazing at the starry sky.
Kazama also lay back down, continuing to reminisce about the beautiful days spent watching the stars with Shinobu.
After a while, he suddenly sat up, smacking his forehead, and said:
"Oh no!"
"I got too excited; I must write back to Shinobu!"
Without hesitation, he stood up, but unexpectedly lost his balance and fell. Hiding, seeing this, hurriedly pulled Kazama back; otherwise, he would have fallen off the roof.
Thus, Kazama ended up on top of Hiding, his hand inadvertently pressing against the other's chest.
"Thank you, Brother Hiding!" He didn't think much of it, after all, they were both grown men, but a flash of embarrassment and anger crossed Hiding's eyes as he pushed Kazama away.
Kazama: "???"
Just as Hiding stood up, he tripped over a tile and fell into Kazama's arms with a thud.
At the same time, a familiar and comforting scent wafted over, leaving Kazama's mind blank.
"Brother Hiding, what is your relationship with Shinobu?"
Hiding sighed deeply, followed by a scolding voice reaching Kazama's ears.
"Big idiot!"
Hiding reached up and pulled off the mask, revealing a fair face.
Her complexion was slightly flushed, as tempting as a ripe apple, and her pouting lips bore a hint of playfulness and reproach as she glared at Kazama with disappointment.
"It's Shinobu, not Hiding!"
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