A New Beginning

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"You already named yours?" Makomo said as she held a small crow with very beautiful eye lashes and two aqua eyes.

Its like I'm looking at Makomo in a crow form.

Giyuu looked back at her old crow sleeping soundly, almost merging with her hair by how dark it was.

"Yeah, his name is Kazanburo." Granted, she could ask for a better crow, who would deliever her missions instead of forgetting and who wouldn't trouble Giyuu so much. But she wasn't the one to complain, and certainly this old crow gave her more dangerous missions which could have resulted in fatalities if the crow hadn't mixed the places.

Either luckyness or not this crow saved a lot more lifes than the ones he had been offered. And Giyuu knew that very well.

The others seemed to have... Quite different pets than expected.

The moment the ninja had gotten his pet, the three girls behind him had given him a make up. A flashy Kasugai crow. She might just ho blind at the diamonds.

The other boy had a normal young and healthy looking crow, much to anyone's guess. Tought it seemes he got along with it nicely.

Finally the other boy looked in disbelief as he had a different pet instead of a Kasugai crow.... It was a...small white bird. A white tit?

It looked as tough if had been made from cotton and sugar. Such an unusual and beautiful baby bird.

Although she had to look away after the angry noises the owner made, not towards the bird but rather the ninja who was mocking him.

"I guess I'll call you... Yukinara." Makomo said as she petted the crow's head, she seems to enjoy it.

Uzui-San...

Another death she hadn't managed to prevent. This made the other worry at who she could and couldn't rescue, or at the very least, help.

Makomo noticed the girl's sad expression.

"Hey Giyuu-Chan, its alright we'll become stronger so we can save more people."

Makomo didn't necessarily have it correct as to what was making her sad. But she almost guessed.

Now came the part to choose their ores.

Just as Giyuu was about to pick out her ore from before, she was reminded of something, as always, it seems that every time she is close to something in the past, another memory appears.

They tell us who we trust as people, and what benefits we will use them for.

It was a small sentence that Giyuu had remembered once she asked why Tanjuro always bought the cheaped and rustiest looking axes.

It wasn't because they where cheap, quite frankly, there were axes who were in better condition and at the same price.

"The ore sometimes isn't the most important part, but rather the blacksmith. In this axe, you can see how much effort was put into it."

And he was right, they lasted for so long, they only need a little bit of rusting off, and once again they will keep being useful.

She hadn't seen their value until Tanjuro had polished them to the point the merchant was willing to pay for it at a higher price.

Giyuu choose one the hardest ores, for they where those who are the closest to the sun.

"Are you sure this is the one you want?" the young woman asked.

"It might take much time for you to have your sword."

"Yeah, I know." Giyuu nodded.

If she really wanted to defeat all of the demons, and most importantly the upper moons and Muzan, she would have to fully trust in her weapons to be as durable as possible.