After a short journey, they arrived at the village chief's residence, a modest yet sturdy building nestled among the trees. The villager gestured for Sasori to enter, and he stepped inside, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him.

Inside, the village chief sat behind a wooden desk, surrounded by seven men who stood behind him one of whom Sasori realized was Samuel and Kozo. Each one of the blacksmiths was holding an item wrapped in cloth.

"My name is Samuel Evans  I specialize in crafting Guns."Samuel said "I have made a revolver for you," Samuel said as he removed the cloth.

As Samuel removed the cloth covering the item he held, revealing a sleek and intricately designed item, he began to speak, his voice steady and confident.

"This, my friend, is no ordinary handgun. Allow me to introduce you to the Maverick Revolver," Samuel said, his eyes alight with pride as he held up the weapon for Sasori to inspect.

Sasori's gaze lingered on the revolver, taking in its elegant yet sturdy craftsmanship. The weapon exuded a sense of power and precision, its polished metal surface gleaming in the dim light of the chief's residence.

"The Maverick Revolver is a masterpiece of engineering," Samuel continued, his tone becoming more animated as he delved into the details of the weapon. "It features a six-round cylinder, allowing for quick and reliable firepower in the heat of battle. The barrel is rifled for enhanced accuracy, ensuring that your shots hit their mark with deadly precision."

Sasori nodded, impressed by the weapon's design and capabilities. "And what about ammunition?" he asked, curious to learn more about how the revolver functioned.

"Ah, good question," Samuel replied, reaching into a pouch at his waist and withdrawing a handful of metallic cartridges. "These are .44 caliber bullets, specially crafted to fit the Maverick Revolver. Each bullet is carefully loaded with gunpowder and a lead projectile, ensuring maximum stopping power against your enemies."

Sasori examined the bullets, noting their weight and size with keen interest. "And how does one reload the revolver?" he inquired, eager to understand the mechanics of the weapon.

"It's quite simple, actually," Samuel explained, demonstrating the process with practiced ease. "You just twist the cylinder release catch, allowing the cylinder to swing out to the side. Then, you can easily insert new bullets into each chamber before snapping the cylinder back into place."

Sasori watched attentively as Samuel demonstrated the reloading process, committing the steps to memory. The Maverick Revolver seemed to be a formidable addition to his arsenal, offering both versatility and reliability in combat situations.

"I'm impressed, Samuel," Sasori said, offering a nod of approval. "You've done excellent work on this revolver. It will serve me well in the battles to come."

Samuel grinned, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you think so, Sasori. If you ever need any modifications or repairs, you know where to find me."

With that, Samuel handed the Maverick Revolver to Sasori, who accepted it with a sense of reverence. As he held the weapon in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of putting it to use in the field.

One of the other men spoke taking his attention. The man standing before Sasori, in his Hyottoko mask had a large scar running across his nose. He had a slimy yet muscular figure He held the largest weapon among the others, and with a flourish, he removed the cloth covering it, revealing a massive and imposing sword with a cleaver-like appearance.

"My name is Kenta Ishikawa, and I specialize in crafting large weapons," he declared proudly, his voice carrying a hint of smugness. "As you can see, this zanbato is formidable, making it difficult to dodge its strikes. But not many possess the strength to wield it. Hopefully, you will prove to be an exception."

With confidence, Kenta presented the sword to Sasori, expecting a reaction of surprise or struggle. However, Sasori easily lifted the zanbato, much to Kenta's astonishment.

"You seem to be hiding quite a lot under that cloak of yours~" Kenta teased, if he wasn't wearing the Hyottoko mask Sasori would see his eyebrows wiggling.

Before Kenta could continue, another man stepped forward, interrupting his banter with Sasori. This man's Hyottoko had a stern expression and held a weapon similar in appearance to Shinobu's sword.

"Enough of your flirtation," the man said curtly as he stepped forward, presenting the weapon to Sasori. It had a sleek and polished design, resembling Shinobu's weapon in shape and size.

"What's your name?" Sasori asked, curious about the man standing before him.

"I am Takeshi Nagano," the man replied, his tone serious and focused. "I specialize in crafting weapons tailored for speed and precision. This blade, much like the one wielded by Shinobu, is designed to strike swiftly and accurately, ensuring maximum effectiveness in combat."

Sasori nodded, studying the weapon Takeshi had presented. It was indeed similar to Shinobu's but with subtle differences in its design and construction.

"I particularly made it for your smaller puppet," Takeshi said "Thank you, Mister Nagano." Sasori nodded.

Kozo with a demeanor that betrayed a sense of pride in his craft, stood before Sasori and the others, he coughed for attention. As the gaze of the group fell upon him, he straightened up, ready to reveal his contribution.

"My name is Kozo Kanamori, and I specialize in crafting dual-wielding weapons," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of enthusiasm despite his initial cough. With a swift motion, he removed the cloth covering the swords, revealing a pair of intricately designed blades.

"These are my creations," Kozo continued, gesturing toward the swords. "Forged with precision and balance, they are meant to be wielded together, offering versatility and fluidity in combat."

Sasori and the others observed the dual-wielding swords, noting their elegant design and the seamless integration of form and function. It was clear that Kozo had poured his skill and expertise into crafting these weapons, each one a testament to his dedication to his craft.

"Thank you, Mister Kanamori," Sasori said, offering a nod of appreciation. "These weapons will surely prove invaluable in the battles ahead."

"Just.. if you need any modification just ask me first," Kozo said 

Kozo nodded in response, a sense of satisfaction evident on his face as he watched Sasori accept the dual-wielding swords. With a sense of fulfillment, he stepped back, content in knowing that his creations would soon be put to the test in the hands of a skilled warrior.

"My name is Sota Watanabe," the man declared, stepping forward with a sense of pride in his craftsmanship. With a steady hand, he removed the cloth covering his creation, revealing a formidable weapon.

Before them lay a Chain Blade Whip, its design both elegant and lethal. The blade gleamed in the light, reflecting the dedication and skill poured into its creation. As Sota presented the weapon, there was a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, each member of the group recognizing the potential power held within its coils.

Sasori's eyes widened slightly as he gazed upon the Chain Blade Whip, its intricate design sparking a flicker of recognition within him. The weapon reminded him of Hiruko's chain tail, a formidable tool in its own right, but this was different. It had the fluidity of a whip, yet the deadly precision of a blade, combining the best of both worlds into a single, versatile weapon.

As Sota explained the weapon's capabilities, Sasori couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was no ordinary blade forged with skill and precision. With each coil of the chain, Sasori could sense the potential for devastation, a tool that could turn the tide of any battle in his favor.

With a nod of appreciation, Sasori accepted the Chain Blade Whip from Sota, feeling the weight of its power in his hands. He could already envision the countless ways he could utilize it in combat, its flexibility and range offering endless possibilities.

"Thank you, Sota," Sasori said, his voice filled with gratitude. "This is truly a remarkable weapon. It will serve me well in the battles to come."

Sota beamed with pride at Sasori's words, knowing that his creation would be put to good use by a skilled warrior. 

"My turn." another man spoke up "My name is Takashi Yamamoto" the man announced confidently as he stepped forward. With a flourish, he removed the cloth covering the weapon, revealing a finely crafted katana.

"This katana is not just any ordinary blade," Takeshi explained, his voice resonating with pride. "It's forged from the finest steel, tempered with techniques passed down through generations of master swordsmiths."

He held the katana out to Sasori, the blade glinting in the light filtering through the room. "It's lightweight yet incredibly sharp, capable of slicing through even the toughest of materials with ease."

"Thank you, Mister Takeshi," Sasori said, "Finally my turn." The last man Spock up he was holding two items covered in cloth waking in front of Sasori 

 "My name is Hotaru Haganezuka." The man said. "Originally Mister Kazuki was ordered to make one of the swords but unfortunately he got sick and the duty fell on me to make it," Hotaru said.

"Mister Kazuki still wanted to make the sword but Kozo said he needed 'Rest'," Kenta said. 

As Hotaru removed the cloth, revealing the two items he held, Sasori's curiosity piqued. The first item was a sleek and elegant tanto, its blade gleaming under the soft glow of the room's lighting. The craftsmanship was impeccable, with intricate engravings adorning the hilt and guard.

"The tanto is a symbol of precision and finesse," Hotaru explained, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Forged from the finest steel and tempered with care, it is a weapon suited for swift strikes and precise maneuvers."

Sasori nodded in appreciation, acknowledging the skill and dedication evident in the creation of the tanto. It was a testament to Hotaru's craftsmanship and commitment to his craft.

"And the second item?" Sasori inquired, gesturing towards the remaining cloth-covered object.

"This is of my creation," Hotaru said as he removed the cloth, revealing a sleek and finely crafted katana.

The blade shimmered in the light, its edge honed to perfection. The hilt was wrapped in supple leather, providing a comfortable grip, while the guard bore intricate designs reminiscent of traditional craftsmanship.

"It may seem like just a katana, but it is imbued with the spirit of the forge," Hotaru explained, his voice tinged with pride.

Sasori examined the katana closely, noting the precision of its construction and the balance of its weight. Despite its outward simplicity, there was an undeniable elegance to Hotaru's creation, a testament to his skill as a blacksmith.

"Thank you, Hotaru," Sasori said, his appreciation evident in his tone. "It is a fine weapon indeed. And would you please give my thanks to Mister Kazuki?"

Hotaru nodded, a smile of satisfaction crossing his face. "Ya ya sure just one thing." Hotaru said as he placed his hand on Sasori's shoulder "Don't. Fucking. Brake. It." He said as he removed his hand from Sasori's shoulder.

-Gate of the Village-

The seven blacksmiths, Kotetsu, Mister Tecchin, Ayumi, and several other villagers were standing in front of Sasori and a Kakushi. All of them were saying goodbye and Sasori was given gifts like chocolate, a cupel of Kunis, and a tool kit from the villagers as thanks for protecting the village from the bandits.

"Where's Miss Shinobu?" Kotetsu asked, "She left a while ago."  Kozo answered 

"Hold it!" A raspy voice Spock everyone looked at an old man "Mister Kazuki?! What are you doing? You sude be in bed you're still sick!" Kozo said worry in his voice.

"Shut the hell up Kozo! Because of you, I had to let Hontago make my weapon for me!" Kazuki said annoyed in his voice.

"It's 'Hotaru' sir." Hotaru said but he was ignord.

"Anyways, nice to meet you, Sasori. I just wanted to come in person to meet you, but this little shit wouldn't let me!" Kazuki said as he grabbed Kozo's ear harshly. "Mister Kazuki, calm down!" Kozo said, trying to get away from Kazuki.

"Stop being a baby," Kazuki said as he released Kozo's ear. "Now," he continued, turning his attention to Sasori. "I want to know if Hontago messed something up."

"I would NEVER MESS UP A SWORD!" Hotaru said in anger "AND MY NAME IS 'HOTARU' " 

"We should get going, Mister Sasori," the Kakushi said as he handed Sasori the blindfold.

"Right. Let's get going." Sasori said as he put the blindfold on and got on the back of the Kakushi.

"Goodbye Mister Sasori!" Kotetsu said as Sasori and the Kakushi began to leave.

-Several hours later-

"All right Mister Sasori we are here." The Kakushi said as he lat Sasori down.

Sasori removed the blindfold, his eyes adjusting to the scenery around him. "And what exactly is 'here'?" he inquired, peering out at the village nestled in the distance, its lights twinkling faintly in the gathering dark.

The Kakushi shrugged "Your Kasugai crow just guided me." he said as the crow landed on Sasori's head.

"All right Sasori! Let's get your first on-job demon kill!" The crow said excitedly "Well good luck." The Kakushi said as he began to leave.

"Ok, let's get going, I guess," Sasori said as he began to walk toward the village.

-At the Village Entrance-

"What exactly am I supposed to do?" Sasori asked the crow. "Find the demon that is hiding in this village and kill it, and make sure no human dies." the crow said. "Are you going to help me?" Sasori inquired.

"Usually, us Kasugai crows don't really help in this kind of thing, but if you need information, just ask," the crow replied.

"Well, can you tell me what you know of demons?" Sasori asked. "Hmmm, ok, where do I begin? Let's start with the demons' weaknesses. They are weak to the sun and your Nichirin blade," the crow said.

"They have special abilities called 'Blood Demon Arts,'" the crow continued. "Is that it?" Sasori asked. "There are more, but the basics are fine," the crow said.

"Do you have a name?" Sasori asked, looking at the setting sun. "I don't have a name," the crow said, sounding sad. "You can name me, though!" it said excitedly.

"Hmmm," Sasori thought. "How about 'Aki'?" Sasori suggested. "It means autumn."

"Yes!" the crow, now known as Aki, said excitedly. "Now let's find this demon," Sasori said as he jumped on top of one of the rooftops.

Sasori closed his eyes and focused his chakra, honing his senses to detect any unusual chakra signatures. After a moment of concentration, he sensed something stirring in the distance.

"Say, Aki, what kind of aura do demons have?" Sasori asked, his brow furrowing with concentration.

Aki pondered the question for a moment before responding. "Hmm, I'd say it's like a constant leak of killing intent," Aki answered, more of a guess, but Sasori got an answer.

Sasori nodded, taking in Aki's answer. It seemed to align with what he was sensing.

"I got something... four. No, two demons," Sasori stated. "How can you tell?" Aki asked. "You can say I'm really good at tracking," Sasori answered as he began to travel through the rooftops. "What made you say four at first?" Aki asked curiously.

"I got four signatures, but three of them are the same person. Maybe they have some sort of cloning demon art," Sasori said.

"What about the other one?" Aki asked. "Not sure about that one, but it's asleep," Sasori answered. Aki jumped off Sasori's head and began to fly. "Well, I should get going. Don't want to distract you while you're doing your job," Aki said and flew off.

Sasori stopped and a look of annoyance came across his face 'It's traveling underground.'

-Night time-

Sasori was sitting on top of a roof in a meditation position when his eyes opened suddenly 'It's moving.' Without hesitation, he leaped into action, darting across the rooftops with swift agility, his movements fluid and precise.

Within moments, Sasori arrived at the designated location, perched atop a sturdy tree overlooking a nearby house. He observed silently, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. However, his focus was interrupted by the presence of another chakra signature catching his attention.

"You've got to be kidding me," Sasori muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting to a particular direction. "The second demon is here, and it has two potential hostages." His senses heightened, and Sasori prepared himself for the impending confrontation, strategizing his next move with calculated precision.

Sasori jumped across the wall surrounding the building he found the second Demon and two humans one of whom Sasori recognized.

It was the boy with Hanafuda earrings. He was wearing a box strapped to his back that contained the second demon. Sasori was confused about why the boy was carrying around a demon on his back. Suddenly, the boy abruptly stabbed the ground, causing black water to gush forth from the earth. Sasori watched as a body surfaced in the murky liquid, and the boy swiftly moved to retrieve the girl, pulling her from the depths.

But their moment of rescue was short-lived as a demon emerged from the black water, gritting its teeth aggressively and. Sasori reacted swiftly, extending the barrel from his arm and aiming directly at the demon. Without hesitation, he fired, the shot echoing through the air

Tanjiro stood up surprising Kazumi and began to run "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Kazumi asked 'So fast!' he said amassed 

"The scent just got stronger!" Tanjiro Spock up "The demon's at large!" he said and jumped into the rooftops 

"He jumped?" Kazumi gasped, amazed. "He spoke of demons. The Demon Slayer... He really is..." he thought to himself, struggling to keep pace with Tanjiro.

Tanjiro jumped into an alleyway stated himself and looked around when he laid his eyes on a building 'This is it.' He said, 'They're here!' he unseated his sword 'I can smell two different scents, A demon, and a human girl! '

He began to walk 'They're nowhere to be seen, But... The spot where the scent is strongest... It's right here! ' Tanjiro stabbed the ground. 

Black water spilled out and the body of a girl floated up Tanjiros eyes widened and grabbed the girl and pulled her out.

a pale-skinned young man with long blue hair with two long strands of violet on both sides of the face, supported by two golden hair separators. He had claw-like nails and the veins on his forehead were quite prominent, in his case, to the point of replacing his eyebrows. His eyes were red without pupils and with prominent dark eye bags.

Tanjiro recalled Urokodaki-san's teachings about Blood Demon arts.

"Where are all the girls you kidnapped?" Tanjiro demanded.

The demon began to aggressively grit his teeth.

"I've got two more questions for you!" Tanjiro continued as Kazumi finally caught up with Tanjiro "What was that?" Kazumi said looking scared.

The demon was going to go into the black water when a sudden bang was heard and the demon's head was blown off.

Tanjiro was taken aback as he looked in the direction of the sound, spotting the red-headed boy he had encountered during the final selection. "It's you!" Tanjiro exclaimed, surprised to see another demon slayer. "There are two more demons underground. Keep your guard up," the red-headed boy warned, his voice serious and alerting Tanjiro to the imminent danger.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Tanjiro turned his attention back to Kazumi. "Kazumi, please take care of her and be on standby nearby. As long as you stay close, we can protect you," Tanjiro instructed, handing the girl over to Kazumi.

As Kazumi took the girl and retreated to a safe distance, Tanjiro and the red-headed boy prepared for battle. The red-headed boy remained silent as he unsheathed his sword, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

"To your left," the red-headed boy suddenly warned, and Tanjiro swiftly turned to see black water emerging from the ground. Another demon emerged, lunging at Tanjiro with menacing intent. Tanjiro blocked the attack just in time, and with precise coordination, the red-headed boy moved in from Tanjiro's left, severing the demon's hands with a swift strike.

"AAAA FUCK!" The demon exclaimed as he retreated back to the black water another black water appeared several feet away from them.

"You annoying brats!" The demon said annoyed and anger clear in his voice "That girl's gonna go stale, goddamn it!" The demon exclaimed making Tanjiro give a look of discus at the demon.

"She's already sixteen, y'know?" He said, "If I don't devour her soon, she's just gonna keep losing flavor by the second!" 

Another demon appeared behind them "Calm down, my other self. So what? There are gonna be nights like this, I've already fed on plenty of sixteen-year-old girls in this town." The other demon said sounding more coume but a ting of worry was in his voice. "They were all quite meaty and delicious. I'm satisfied."

The other demon looked angry "Well, I'm not satisfied, my other self! I wanna devour more!" It spock Kazuki looked scared and a ting of anger was in his voice.

"You monster... Return Satoko, the one you abducted the night before, to me!" Kazuki asked "Satoko?" The demon asked "Who are you talking about?" he said as he opened his jacket and revealed several hair ornaments "If her hairpin is among these collectibles, then I've already eaten her." He said. 

Kazuki looked horrified as he looked at the hairpins the demon went back into the water Tanjiro's hand tightened his should in his sword as he tried to smell the demon

The demon appeared from the back of Tanjiro's aiming for Tanjiro's neck. Unfortunately, Tanjiro's reaction speed wasn't fast enough to dodge or block it but Nezuko kicked the demon.

Nezuko's swift kick caught the attacking demon off guard, causing its neck to twist unnaturally. Tanjiro, grateful for the assist, nodded at Nezuko in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to the remaining demon.

As the demon emerged from the water, it seemed puzzled by Nezuko's presence. "Why would a demon be accompanying a mere human?" it questioned, its tone laced with confusion.

'So that's the second demon' Sasori observed, his gaze shifting briefly to Nezuko. The other demon seized the opportunity to launch an attack at Sasori, but his reflexes were honed, allowing him to effortlessly dodge the incoming strike. With swift precision, Sasori countered, swiftly cutting the demon in half before it could inflict any harm.

"FUCK! YOU BASTERD!" The demon exclaimed anger in his voice the bottom of the demon's body attempted to kick Sasori in the face Sasori grabbed the demon's foot and casually threw the bottom part of the demon through the wall.

The impact reverberated through the alley, sending debris flying as the demon's severed halves writhed in agony. Sasori stood unwavering, his expression stoic as he surveyed the scene before him. With a flick of his wrist, he cleaned his blade of the demon's blood, his focus unwavering.

Meanwhile, Tanjiro and Nezuko maintained their defensive stance, ready to face whatever threats remained. The demon on the ground, his neck snapped back into place, jumped up with a look of annoyance. "You brats are really annoying, first you steal my food then kill another one of my selves!" The demon spoke, ready to strike.

"Mmph," Nezuko grunted as the demon charged at Tanjiro and her.

"First Form: Water Surface Slash!" Tanjiro exclaimed as he lunged at the demon's neck, but it dodged the attack by dropping into the water. 'I missed,' Tanjiro thought.

The water appeared in front of Nezuko and lunged at her, its claws aiming at Nezuko's neck. But Nezuko grabbed the demon's hand and hit its head with her knee, tearing a little bit of the demon's neck. It flopped off the ground a bit and was thrown at Tanjiro.

"I won't miss this time," Tanjiro muttered as he gripped his sword harder.

"First Form: Water Surface Slash!" Tanjiro shouted as he decapitated the demon. With a resolute expression, Tanjiro watched as the demon's body dissipated into the darkness, its malevolent presence vanquished.

"Nice one, Nezuko," Tanjiro said, offering her a warm smile.

Nezuko nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of pride swelling within her. Tanjiro looked at the redhead who had his leg on top of the now armless demon. He raised his sword, preparing to kill the demon. "Don't kill him yet!" Tanjiro said, walking up to the redhead.

He stopped and looked at Tanjiro, the redhead didn't say anything except raise an eyebrow. "We should question it before killing it."

The redhead regarded Tanjiro with a thoughtful expression, considering his suggestion. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, understanding the value of extracting information from the demon before its demise.

"Fine," the redhead conceded, lowering his sword slightly. "But make it quick."

Tanjiro nodded in appreciation before turning his attention to the subdued demon. With a determined expression, he approached cautiously, his senses alert for any sign of aggression.

"You're going to tell me everything you know about Kibutsuji Muzan," Tanjiro demanded, his voice firm but composed.

The demon looked scared at the mention of Kibutsuji. It started to shake; the redhead put his leg on top of the demon's forehead, crushing it a bit. "Start speaking."

The demon shook its head. "I-I can't tell you," its voice sounding scared. "I can't tell you," it said again. "I can't tell you!" "I can't tell you." "I CAN'T TELL YOU!" It spoke, shaking as it tried to escape from Sasori.

"I can't tell you! I can't tell you! I can't tell you! I can't tell you!" It spoke like a broken record.

'The smell of fear is strong, he's absolutely terrified.' Tanjiro thought as he looked at the horrified demon.

"I can't tell you, all right?" It spoke as its arm regrew. It tried to grab Sasori's leg, but Sasori jumped up, dodging the attack. He attached his string to the demon, lifting it into the air, and swiftly cut the demon's head off as he gracefully landed on the ground. The demon turned into ash before landing on the ground.

As the demon's head turned to ash, Sasori sighed, feeling a mix of relief and frustration at the lack of information obtained. "I don't know who this Kibutsuji is, but he is already annoying me," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.