Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

18: The Flame Pillar Wants Some Fuck Part 2

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You didn't have time to give yourself a vibe check after your check up with Aoi, a Kakushi had come to you with a sword-smith and a handful of different ores.

Before the Kakushi left for the village, they were told to bring a swordsmith who spoke English, or a sword-smith who spoke the most English.

His name was Eno Gerik (Or Gerik Eno for the Americans like yourself), and he was such a sweetheart! He was blonde, he didn't bother wearing a cover for his hair. He also had a normal clown mask similar to the one Haganezuka had in the anime.

You had a feeling that Gerik will be staying in your life forever.

You think Inosuke just left to take a bath, his boar's hide was still here in the room. Zenitsu and Tanjiro watched quietly from the redhead's bed as the swordsmith sat next to your bed on a stool.

He had laid out 6 different ores in front of you on a red cloth, 3 in a row on top, and 3 more on the bottom. Tanjiro and Zenitsu wanted to help you choose the best one, but of course, you needed to do this yourself.

You hum an impromptu song as you look over each rock in front of you.

You're sure that the rock is surrounding the ore the sword-smith will be using, part of you just wanted to pick the largest one, but you knew better than that.

You absentmindedly brought your fist into your hand, popping your fingers and knuckles with a loud, disturbing pop. Tanjiro flinched, and Zenitsu jumped.

You did the same with your other hand. It got the same reaction.

You picked the fourth ore, it felt heavy, and the rock surrounding the ore was pretty thin, crusting off with the slightest touch. You threw it up and down slightly in your hand, you can see a sliver of gold and silver underneath.

You look at the sword-smith and hand him the rock.

"I have a request."

"And what is it?" The sword-smith asks, taking the ore.

"I... I think I'm more skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but I haven't gotten the opportunity to practice much, but I think I'll do better with melee weapons," You furrow your eyebrows together, "I have a lot of upper body strength, and my leg muscles are pretty strong. I was a Pole Vaulter for 3 years, too, so that might have something to do with it."

"A Pole Vaulter?" Gerik asks.

"Yeah, it's basically using a long, flexible pole as an aid to jump over a bar. The highest I managed to get was about 5 meters off the ground." You nod, "To be a Pole Vaulter, you need to have a high degree of coordination, timing, speed, and you need to be really good at gymnastics too."

You refuse to mention the amount of mobility you gained from committing crimes back in the day.

"That's quite impressive," Gerik nods in amazement.

Gerik began putting the other ores into a separate bag while the one you had chosen was kept out for another bag, "To vault yourself off the ground at that height, your upper body strength and agility must be incredible. So having a shorter blade other than a sword might be more beneficial for you. But also, you can probably maneuver a linger weapon with flexibility. Strong leg muscles can mean you are also light on your feet. So, you might be skilled in more than one style, so I will do my best to create a weapon that will be best suited for you."

You sigh in relief, "Ah! Thank you so much! I really appreciate you doing this more for me! If there's anything I can do, please let-"

"-You don't need to do anything in return, Mistress. I am useless without swordsmen like you, so really I should be thanking you." Gerik cuts you off.