Chapter 230

A trace of worry flashed across Tetsukahara Jintetsu's eyes. He missed Tetsuzuka Hotaru very much. He watched him grow up.

However, he still suppressed his worry and said angrily: "Where did this kid go again? I, the old man, should teach him a lesson!"

Kiritani Sento seemed to have expected it and slowly said: "Village Chief, tell us where Mr. Tetsuzuka often goes, and we will go find him!"

Tetsukahara Jintetsu replied: "Let me go myself. I can still swing the hammer!"

He was full of guilt in his words. How could he let the pillar go to find that bastard?

"No, I believe in fate. Mr. Tetsuzuka must be working hard to forge a sword!"

"Village Chief, I believe this too!" Tanjiro added.

Under the repeated requests of the two, the village chief had to let them do what they wanted.

The village chief told Kiritani Sento and the others the places where Tetsuzuka Hotaru often went. Obviously, he had disappeared more than once or twice.

After explaining everything, Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro were arranged with accommodation and food, all in accordance with the highest standards of the swordsmith village.

Tetsuji Kawara Jintetsu stood at the door, looking at Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro going away, his dim old eyes flashing.

The old man murmured: "Hotsuga, I didn't expect that you can make friends with your bad temper, that's enough!"

"Old man, I'm relieved!"

After that, Tetsuji Kawara Jintetsu bowed in the direction of Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro.

He treated Tetsuzuka Hotaru as his own flesh and blood, so naturally he didn't want the child to be alone.

Such a willful person, but others are still willing to use the knife, which is a great comfort to the swordsmith.

In the next week, Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro ran back and forth in the forest and the kitchen.

The forest is to find people, the kitchen is to learn to make cakes, but also to make snacks for the people in the forest.

In the deep mountains and old forests, the sun is like a sword, piercing the dense forest and inserting into the ground.

The plump tits were laughing and playing on the branches, chirping non-stop.

Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro each held a flat food box and strolled through the forest.

The two had been looking for Hotaru Kotsuzuka for ten days, but they still hadn't seen him.

Today was another day of searching, but the place the village chief told them had been visited.

"Brother Sento, where did Mr. Kotsuzuka go?" Tanjiro asked worriedly, for he was afraid that Hotaru Kotsuzuka didn't eat or sleep well.

Worse, did Mr. Kotsuzuka have an accident?

Thinking of this, Tanjiro shook his head hurriedly, how could Mr. Kotsuzuka have an accident!

Pah pah pah!

Kiritani Sento looked relaxed and contented, and although the Swordsmith Village was isolated from the outside world, it was free and easy.

The water in the mountains, the trees in the mountains, and the people in the mountains were all very simple.

It was good to relax for a while, especially the hot springs in the Swordsmith Village were unique.

Next time I have a chance, I must bring Shinobu to stay here.

Thinking of the hot spring, Kiritani Sento couldn't help but think of the time at the Butterfly House, and he smiled even more brightly.

Kiritani Sento stretched his body, and his tone seemed a little lazy: "Mr. Tetsuzuka is definitely forging a sword!"

Tanjiro suddenly understood and nodded with a smile.

Yes, Mr. Tetsuzuka is definitely forging a sword.

The forest is deep and dense, but it also has an end.

At the end of the sea of ​​trees is a bare mountain top. In the weeds, a dilapidated wooden house that looks a little leaky is crumbling.

Through the gaps in the wooden house, you can still see the bright fire, and the clanging sound of knocking dissipates under the clear sky with the black smoke from the chimney.

In the dilapidated wooden house, Tetsuzuka Hotaru is naked from the waist up, and his knotted muscles tremble slightly with the swinging of the hammer, full of power.

The iron hammer came into contact with the red-hot iron block, and brilliant iron flowers collided.

For ten days, except for eating and sleeping, Hotaru Tetsutsuka never stopped swinging the iron hammer in his hand, and he had swung the iron hammer more than ten thousand times.

He did it for nothing else but to forge a Nichirin sword that would not break.

There were two pieces of paper on the wall in front of Hotaru Tetsutsuka, with data on how Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro held the sword, and even what kind of handle was more suitable for the two.

It won't break, it can't break again.

Hotaru Tetsutsuka was scared when she thought that a broken sword would kill those two.

You can't die, I will never let you two die.

Under the fire man's mask were a pair of clear and determined eyes.

Hotaru Tetsutsuka decided that it would be enough to forge swords for those two people in this life.

Perhaps it was fate that the three of them had an incredible fate.

Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro walked here unknowingly.

In the wild mountains, the sound of sword forging, no need to ask, the heart knows.

Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro walked quickly towards the dilapidated wooden house, they found the heartMr. Tetsuzuka, who was on my mind.

The two pushed the door open and entered. This time, even if the other party pulled out a kitchen knife, he would not dodge.

Tetsuzuka Hotaru ignored the two. He concentrated on beating the flaming red blade.

The broken wooden house was very simple, with only a wooden bed, and even no tables, chairs, or bedding.

Tanjiro widened his eyes. Has Mr. Tetsuzuka been living here these days?

This can't be called a place for people to live at all!

Perhaps the two were the only ones who could interrupt the forging state, and Tetsuzuka Hotaru spoke.

"Dead rabbit, your knife is under the bed, it's ready!"

"Just wait for that kid!"

"Huh?!" Tanjiro shouted in surprise. It was the first time he heard Mr. Tetsuzuka call Brother War Rabbit.

And he didn't draw his knife to chop him over. It was a miracle.

Kiritani War Rabbit didn't hesitate. He took out a wooden box from under the bed, and the knife was inside.

Tetsuzuka Hotaru fell silent again, with only the sound of forging the knife.

Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro gently placed the food box on the wooden bed, and Tanjiro whispered, "Mr. Tetsuzuka, I'm sorry about the knife!"

"This is the Mitarashi meatballs that I and Brother Sento made by hand. I apologize!"

After that, the two left.

When they came outside the house, Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro smiled at each other, and they said in unison, "Why don't we improve Mr. Tetsuzuka's broken wooden house!"

The two laughed and then ran down the mountain quickly.

Tetsuzuka Hotaru rarely stopped hammering. He washed his hands first, then walked to the bed and picked up the food box.

Tetsuzuka Hotaru sat down outside the broken wooden house. He opened the food box very solemnly, picked up a Mitarashi meatball and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully.

"Hmm?" Hotaru Tetsutsuka snorted, "The taste is different from what I usually eat!"

"It's much better than usual!"

Hotaru Tetsutsuka ate the Mitarashi meatballs while looking at the direction where Kiritani Sento and Tanjiro left.

Her clear eyes were like crystal dewdrops, reflecting the white and glutinous meatballs.

Hotaru Tetsutsuka ate everything in a flash, and the two boxes of meatballs were soon empty. He carefully put away the food boxes and looked up at the clear sky.

"This is probably the most delicious Mitarashi meatballs I've ever eaten in my life!"

Ding ding dang dang!

The powerful knocking sound disappeared into the mountains with the breeze.

Friendship between men does not require too many words.