Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

He was carrying a katana on his back, though it was completely covered by a brown cloth.

Hearing the wind chimes, Iruma slowly walked out of the door and saw a man in a dark brown robe standing at the door wearing a strange and comical mask.

"My name is Haganezuka, and I forged and brought Tanjiro Kamado's sword."

Iruma nodded and stepped aside: "I am Kamado Tanjiro, please come inside."

However, Steel Tomb was not on the same wavelength as him at all. He casually sat on the ground and opened the box as if it were a treasure.

"This is a Nichirin Blade, a blade I forged."

"Yes, I know. Please come inside."

Steel Mound pointed to the sun and continued, "The raw materials for Nichirin Blades can be mined on the mountain closest to the sun."

“From gorilla-red sand iron and gorilla-red ore, you can then make iron that can absorb sunlight.”

"After all, Sunshine Mountain is a mountain that gets sunshine all day long."

Iruma was speechless and could only lean against the wall and listen quietly to the other person's explanation.

Even Urokodaki inside couldn't help but complain, "This guy really doesn't listen to anyone, just like always."

After finishing his explanation, Steel Mound turned around, and only then did he see Iruma's appearance. When he saw the black and red hair and the flame-like red markings on the upper left corner of his forehead, he immediately became interested.

"Oh my god, it's actually the son of He Zhuo!"

"This is really auspicious."

"It seems your knife might turn red too."

"Right, Urokodaki?"

Inside the room, Linlong gave a faint reply.

Legend has it that the samurai wielding the crimson sword had black and red hair and strange markings on his forehead.

That was the first person to slay a demon, possessing skills comparable to those of a god. However, for a thousand years after that, no second Crimson Blade appeared.

If these stories hadn't been passed down through generations, Iruma would definitely have just listened to them as mere tales.

Until Iruma arrived.

Back inside, Iruma held his Nichirin Blade in his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from it—the warmth of the sun.

However, the material and quality are appalling, and the blade is so fragile that it could break at any moment. Is it really usable?

"Hey, stop looking, hurry up and open it!" Steel Tomb couldn't wait any longer.

What he most wanted to know about the legend of the Crimson Blade was whether it was true or false.

"The Nichirin Blade, also known as the color-changing blade, changes color depending on its owner."

Upon hearing this, Iruma gently drew his Nichirin Blade, and a clear, ringing sound echoed, like a tiger emerging from the dead, carrying boundless sharpness.

The Nichirin Blade is entirely made of normal steel silver, with nothing else on it, and it feels slightly light in the hand.

Iruma gripped the Nichirin Blade, and immediately the blade reacted.

The crimson blade, oozing blood like a ruby, rose from the blade's edge, gradually covering the originally silver blade completely with a ruby-like color.

Blazing Blade!

"Ha!" Both Urokodaki and Steel Mound were shocked by what they saw.

The moment the blade turned a brilliant red, a powerful pressure emanated from Iruma, and the resonance made them feel as if a demon was sitting in front of them.

Steel Tomb immediately stepped forward, excitedly babbling incoherently, "A crimson, crimson-colored sword!"

"Ooooooh!"

"After a thousand years, it has finally reappeared? Traitor!"

Urokodaki looked at the Crimson Blade and nodded: "I never expected that the legendary swordsman would actually appear."

Chapter 463 They're all still alive

"Whoa!" Steel Tomb was as excited as a monkey, jumping left and right in front of the Crimson Blade.

"Even if you do nothing, you can feel the heat on the blade."

"As expected of the Crimson Blade!"

"Since it was forged by me, I might as well carve my name on it."

Upon hearing this, Iruma quickly sheathed his sword, fearing that the other party might actually do it.

This broken knife is already useless enough; if it's hit a few more times, it'll probably break in two.

Just then, the cawing of ravens came from outside:

"Tanjiro Kamado! I'm here to deliver the order!"

"Head to the town in the northwest, where a girl is disappearing."

"Understood." Tanjiro said expressionlessly, putting his fox mask back on. After packing his things, he carried Nezuko on his back and headed towards their destination.

The ravens following behind were terrified.

Is this kid even human?

It runs faster than a train.

What would normally be a three-hour journey, Iruma covered in less than an hour.

Some houses in the town were closed, and no light could be seen.

Many other people were standing together discussing something.

Iruma put the mask to the side to avoid being mistaken for a human trafficker, while carefully listening to their conversation.

"Speaking of which, quite a few girls have gone missing by now, right? 613, haven't they?"

"Yes, but the patrol team hasn't found a single clue, and there's still no news."

"Hey, look, isn't that He Si?"

Following the women's gaze, Iruma saw a short-haired young man with a wound on his left cheek walking towards them. The boy's eyes were lifeless, and he seemed dazed and confused.

"How pitiful, you look so haggard."

After understanding the general meaning, Iruma walked directly towards the other party, and Kazumi, who was still in a daze, was pulled away.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Shut up, you bastard."

Kazumi tried his best to break free of his restraints, but found that Iruma's hands were like iron clamps, and he couldn't budge them at all.

Is this the kind of strength that humans possess?

Kazumi was utterly shocked and, in despair, was taken to a ramen shop.

He stared blankly at Iruma, who was showing off his food like crazy, and asked in surprise, "Um, you brought me here?"

"Oh, it's none of your business, I'm just hungry."

Kazumi wanted to curse, but the other party's fists were too strong, so he didn't dare to say it.

Iruma quickly finished a bowl of ramen: "It's delicious!"

The owner, behind the table, smiled warmly: "Isn't it delicious, sir? This is a recipe passed down through three generations of our family."

"I guarantee it's different from other stores, and that too..."

The boss's gaze shifted to He Si, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret.

The sudden disappearance of the other party's fiancée is a blow that would be difficult for anyone to accept.

"Phew~ Delicious!" After finishing the soup, Iruma looked at the owner and said, "Ten more bowls, please!"

As he spoke, he slammed a 10,000 yuan banknote onto the table.

"Huh?!?!" The shop owner's eyes widened when he saw the 10,000 yuan banknote.

Although I've never eaten pork, I've heard of pork running around.

These super-large denomination banknotes are considered a huge sum of money today; they could easily buy hundreds of bowls of food.

"Young man, the amount you gave me is too large."

"It's okay, I can eat."

The boss smiled sheepishly, thinking to himself, "How much more can you eat, no matter how much you can eat?"

But he was quickly proven wrong.

Iruma has an insatiable appetite; he's practically a bottomless pit, ordering every dish on the menu more than a dozen times.

The bowls piled on the table almost reached the ceiling.

Kazumi was stunned by what he saw; no wonder the other party had such great strength.

So he wasn't a normal person to begin with.