The ordeal must’ve spooked her. Thankfully, Kumi-chan recognized the two spirits and calmed down just as quickly, still clinging onto Harusame with all her might. Poor girl… but what was she doing with Harusame? Was she really going to try and use it as a weapon? It usually took a few lessons to be able to swing a ninjaken like that - it wasn’t something that one could just learn in an instant unless if supernatural forces played a role…
Which, here in Fairy Tail, they always did.
Kumi-chan expressed her desire to wield a sword like this one, and she informed them that her older sister was skilled with the blade herself. Kyuken’s eyes lit up in the air, merely imagining how Kumi-chan’s older sister looked like - if she was a skilled kunoichi or swordswoman, then it was no doubt that her deadly skill was equaled only by her beauty, and such was the case for many swordswomen in Kyuken’s previous life. “Ooohh, I bet your older sister is amazing!” Kyuken expressed his interest to her, “You should introduce us to her someday… mhmmm-“
“Geeh, you’re talking as if you have a chance with her. I don’t think it’ll work, my little friend - just a hunch.”
“Oh, you never believe in anything I do!”
Kyuken scoffed and watched Kumi-chan swing the sheath of the blade around with… a lack of fluidness, that was. She was definitely an amateur in swordsmanship, but that was to be expected, for it was her first time… likely. She hadn’t gotten any lessons from her sister, had she? Kyuken would roll in his grave if that was the case…
He then heard Kumi-chan’s question aimed at him and his role as a swordsman, something that laid ground for a lot of possibilities. “Yes, I was! And I still am, even though I’m dead! Haha!” he responded extravagantly, noticing that he didn’t have to tell the entire truth of his past as a samurai to Kumi-chan, since she showed not to know much about Harusame or the wielder’s true name back then, “600 years ago, I walked the earth with Harusame strapped onto my hip at all times… b-but, wait, no, I wasn’t that powerful- I wasn’t using magic and all, I was a pure samurai!” He quickly corrected her on her excessive guesses about his feats, for the most he did was beating multiple opponents at once with, yes, inhuman techniques but far from earth-shattering slashes.
“O-Okay, listen for a second… imagine enemies everywhere,” he asked her, spreading his hands out to express the area around them where enemies could rush towards them in his head, “You’re surrounded by bloodthirsty foes, but not a single one of them can reach you! Not a single one! That was the kind of samurai that I was!” He refrained from calling himself a ronin, which was the true term that he lived under - Kyuken’s story of legend started after a rather tragic event that he wouldn’t want to remember or remind himself of. He still tried to play proud of his old life, however. “My skill was so renowned in the land of Midi that mages, Demon Hunter clans, Hidden Villages and even the Emperor sought out my aids! Now that I think back to it, boy, was I amazing!” His feats were nonetheless legendary, but back to the focus of today; cute, little Kumi-chan.
“So I take it that you wanna learn how to wield a blade, hmh? SAY NO MORE, KUMI-CHAN!” Kyuken shouted out with a fist pumped up in the air, “We’ll make a fine swordswoman out of you, no doubt! I bet kitsunes learn faster, anyway!” At this point, they had totally forgotten about Mura who was still sleeping in the Guildmaster’s office.
“But first, you’ll have to unsheathe Harusame. Do it with respect; the blade is sharp and refined… actually, hold on-“ Kyuken warned her before entering Harusame again, “I’ll make sure to lead the blade on for you. That way, you can learn how to swing it easier! Genius idea, isn’t it?”
“Y-You’re having way too much fun with this, Kyuken, and it’s worrying even me…”
“N-No, you see, this is perfect! Just imagine the look on Mura’s face when he sees Kumi-chan’s new talents! He’ll be in awe, I tell you!” Kyuken explained, “Just show us a few more of your swings, Kumi-chan! I’ll make sure to correct any beginner mistakes you make, until it’s imprinted into your skull - this is serious training, y’know, and not just us fooling around with Harusame! It requires focus, commitment, and willpower! Show me your willpower, Kumi-chan! Don’t be afraid!”
A group of random children interrupted Kyuken’s to-be training montage with Kumi-chan. There were five of them; one dressed as a werewolf, another dressed as a witch, the third one dressed as a vampire with long and predator-like teeth, the fourth one dressed as a mummy, and the fifth dressed as some kind of wendigo-looking woodland beast. They scurried over to Kumi-chan, ignoring the two ghosts as they couldn’t see them, then asked: “Trick or treeeeeaaaaaaaaat~! We’re here for candy! Pretty pleeeease, we took very long to make these outfits!” “Yeah, I used all day yesterday to find enough toilet paper for this! Oh, oh, do you have Mars bars? Bounty? Or maybe red cables! Any candy is good candy!”
Adam, the bartender at the guild, eyed them and mumbled: “Is it Halloween, already?” before whistling to the group of kids, “Hello, you kids! Over here, I got candy-“
The group immediately forgot about Kumi-chan and ran to the bartender, gladly accepting their rewards in form of toffee cubes and candy cones before asking where the Guildmaster was. They knew about the Wizard Saint who led this guild, in which Adam asked them to go upstairs before warning Mura through a micro-Lacrima.
And so, for a brief moment, the Guildmaster was forced to wake up from his nap and answer the group o kids who had walked all the way up the stairs for candy. Adam must’ve been generous to them given the holiday, so while they repeated the same question ‘Trick or treeaaat! Wizard Saint, can we have candy, please! Also, oh my god, it’s a Wizard Saint! Do you like our outfits? We spent all day yesterday-‘ over and over again before Mura offered them ringo ame - apple candy, or apples dipped in caramel and melted sugar.
That oughta satisfy them as he went back to his couch and snoozed off without a care in the world.