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"Ugh... where am I?"
Rimuru slowly woke up, his head feeling unusually heavy. Still groggy, he voiced the question in confusion.
"Yo. You're finally awake, Rimuru."
Hearing that familiar voice, Rimuru turned his gaze. Shirou Emiya was sitting nearby, smiling and waving at him. Beside him, Shuna immediately stood up, her expression lighting up as she hurried over.
"Lord Rimuru! You're finally awake!"
"...Shuna?"
As his consciousness gradually cleared, Rimuru looked at her carefully. Her appearance had changed significantly, yet traces of her former self still remained. Once again, Rimuru was struck by just how profound the changes brought by naming could be.
"That's right. I'm Shuna."
"Lord Rimuru, I'm Shion!"
Only then did Rimuru realize he was lying in Shion's arms. And the heavy object resting against his head-
It was the very treasure he had once desperately sought.
"Oh... Shion's changed a lot too."
After that, Rimuru successively met Benimaru, Souei, Hakurou, and Kurobe. One by one. Each of them had transformed dramatically. Their physical changes alone were enough to leave him stunned.
After the brief round of reintroductions, the six Kijin gathered in front of Rimuru and knelt on one knee in unison.
"Lord Rimuru," Benimaru said solemnly, "please allow us to formally pledge our loyalty to you."
Before being named, Benimaru and the others had only joined Rimuru's side temporarily. Their original intention had been simple-once the Orcs were defeated, they would part ways and find a place to survive on their own.
But now, things were different.
After receiving names from Rimuru, the six inherited one-sixth of his magical essence and abilities. Their race evolved into Kijin, and their strength surged dramatically, reaching Super A-class.
This level of power was something they had never even imagined before.
Such a grace could not be repaid.
During Rimuru's slumber, the six had discussed it briefly among themselves. The conclusion had been unanimous.
They would devote themselves fully to Rimuru.
They would become part of this place.
Rimuru, in turn, was genuinely happy.
After all, the current Benimaru and the other five were, in a sense, already his equals. Rimuru himself, not yet having become a Demon Lord, was at most a Super A-class existence.
Having six individuals of similar strength willingly swear loyalty to him was nothing short of a tremendous gain.
It was like adding wings to a tiger.
"Welcome," Rimuru said, smiling warmly.
"Welcome to our true ranks-Benimaru, Shuna, Hakurou, Shion, Souei, Kurobe."
"Let's create a brighter future together."
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
In a clearing within the jungle, the ringing of metal echoed without pause.
Dressed in tight, practical clothing, Shirou Emiya swung the hammer in his hands again and again, striking the sword embryo before him with unwavering focus.
This was a weapon he was forging for Rimuru.
The pinnacle of his craftsmanship so far.
Techniques related to divine forging from the DanMachi world. Structural concepts from the Nasuverse, born from projecting Divine Constructs such as holy swords and divine armaments. Methods of merging magic with materials drawn from worlds steeped in sorcery.
On top of that were countless rare materials and specialties gathered from different worlds-each one further refined by Rimuru's own unique abilities.
All of it came together here.
This was the sword Shirou Emiya was creating.
As for why he wasn't forging his own weapon first-
That answer was simple.
He was using this as practice.
As the hammer rose and fell, the sword steadily approached completion. In truth, most of the work had already been done long before this stage. The structural design, material processing, and conceptual reinforcement had consumed the majority of the effort.
What remained now was refinement.
The act of bringing all of Shirou Emiya's accumulated ideas together into a single, complete form.
"Just one last step..."
Shirou Emiya stared at the sword embryo, then reached for a small container.
Inside was a portion of Rimuru's body tissue, taken earlier.
This sword incorporated a divine technique Shirou Emiya had learned from Bell Cranel's Hestia Knife. The characteristic that allowed the weapon to grow alongside its owner required a final medium for completion.
Bell had used blood.
But Rimuru was a slime.
There was no blood.
So instead, Shirou Emiya used part of Rimuru's body itself.
As Rimuru's cells fused completely with the blade, the inscriptions carved into the sword began to glow faintly. The previously charred and incomplete embryo underwent a sudden transformation.
In that moment, it sublimated.
The sword was complete.
"It's... finished."
Shirou Emiya dropped to the ground, utterly exhausted.
He stared at the long sword before him, its surface radiating a subtle, shifting color. His chest filled with satisfaction.
"Finally... finished."
"Three days and three nights nonstop. That nearly killed me."
"But the result was worth it."
Unlike Bell's Hestia Knife, this sword had been forged using multiple top-tier materials. Even in its initial state, its quality was already extraordinary.
Compared to it, even Orario's first-class weapons fell short.
And this sword would continue to grow.
Together with Rimuru.
One day, it would reach the level of a divine artifact.
"But I'm not done yet."
Shirou Emiya quickly stuffed some pre-prepared food into his mouth, forcing himself back to his feet. His gaze shifted to the longbow embryo resting on the stand nearby.
That one was for him.
Originally, there had been no urgency. He could have waited.
But after sensing the faint spirituality born within Rimuru's sword, Shirou Emiya made his decision.
He wouldn't wait.
If this really was a coincidence, he needed to confirm it immediately.
The forging of these two weapons hadn't started today. Shirou Emiya and Rimuru had been preparing for this for a long time.
Using his unique abilities, Rimuru had refined every material Shirou Emiya brought back from other worlds, removing all impurities.
After that, he had discussed weapon structure and composition with Great Sage, verifying the feasibility of the techniques Shirou Emiya intended to use.
In truth, although Shirou Emiya was the one wielding the hammer, these weapons were the product of both of their efforts.
Now, the sword forged for Rimuru had clearly developed a form of spirituality.
It felt alive.
Shirou Emiya was worried.
Worried that it was merely luck.
Worried that the bow he would forge might not possess the same quality.
So he acted immediately.
Standing before the bow embryo, Shirou Emiya once again entered the forging state.
"Is this... your masterpiece, Shirou?"
Rimuru held the sword with both hands, his voice trembling slightly.
The moment he gripped it, he felt it.
The sword fit him perfectly.
As if it had always been a part of him.
From the blade, he sensed a faint resonance. It responded to him. Almost as if it were alive.
Benimaru and the others stood nearby, watching in silence. Their eyes were filled with unconcealed envy.
They couldn't perceive the sword's spirituality.
But even so, they could tell.
This was a weapon far beyond anything they understood.
"No," Shirou Emiya replied calmly. "This is our masterpiece."
He knew his own limits. He couldn't have forged a weapon with true spirituality through technique alone.
The cause had to be Rimuru.
Was it because every material had been refined within Rimuru's body? Had that created some kind of connection?
Shirou Emiya didn't fully understand it.
But he was undeniably pleased.
Especially since his bow had shown the same signs.
"What are their names?" Rimuru asked softly. "What should we call them?"
Shirou Emiya smiled.
"These two weapons carry both our efforts."
"They're the result of what we made together."
"Since they took shape through my hands," he continued, "the naming is up to you."
"Me... naming them?"
Rimuru looked at the two weapons before him, his eyes filled with joy.
Countless names flashed through his mind. Names worthy of divine weapons.
But he rejected them all.
None of them felt right.
Then, suddenly, he thought of Shirou Emiya.
He thought of the future.
A future where Shirou Emiya would one day leave.
At that moment, Rimuru made his decision.
"These weapons are proof of our friendship," he said quietly. "Yours and mine, Shirou."
"In that case..."
"My sword will be called 'Emiya.'"
"And your bow... will be called 'Rimuru.'"
"How about that?"
As the two weapons, bearing each other's names, resonated softly-
Rimuru smiled.
And promptly fainted.
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