Persuading Tengen Uzui / Tomioka Giyu and Tomioka Tsutako

"Guardian? Did I ever say I was that kind of thing?"

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tengen Uzui was momentarily stunned.

Indeed, the other party did not reveal their identity as a bodyguard.

Even the act of taking action was because he and his father reacted too excitedly after hearing the name "Yu Sui," which led to them striking first.

From this perspective, it seems that the other party was merely acting in self-defense.

"Don't overthink it. I am neither anyone's bodyguard nor a spy planning to steal from your Uzui Clan."

He shrugged, a "believe it or not" expression on Scribe face.

"I'm just a idle wanderer."

A black line appeared on his forehead, Tengen Uzui couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

If all ronin were like the Scribe before them, then there would be no need for them to exist.

Let's all just become ronin (masterless samurai).

"However, I do have something to discuss with you."

As he spoke, Scribe reached out his hand to Yu Tengen Uzui.

Chapter 124 Persuading Tengen Uzui

Seeing Scribe reach out his hand towards him, Tengen Uzui subconsciously thought that he was going to hurt him.

He closed his eyes and put on a fearless expression again.

However, all he felt was the constant chill emanating from his surroundings.

Opening his left eye, he was surprised to find that he had already left the hotel.

Or rather, he had already left that town.

The town, which had been shrinking in the distance, had now become a tiny black dot.

"How is this possible!"

His eyes widened instantly, his pupils filled with disbelief.

In his perception, only a short while had passed, yet he had already left the town.

Despite the pain, Tengen Uzui raised one arm and slapped himself hard.

Looking at Tengen Uzui, who had slapped himself, Scribe's face showed a hint of doubt.

I didn't kick him in the head, so how did he become a mentally challenged child?

Could it be that I didn't control my strength enough, or that I used too much force?

A burning pain shot through his face, telling Tengen Uzui that this was not a dream, but reality.

"What kind of being have I encountered today?"

Realizing what was happening, Tengen Uzui couldn't help but raise his head and look at Scribe.

The opponent is clearly around twenty years old, yet possesses such terrifying strength.

Let alone himself and his father, even if all his brothers and sisters were combined, it probably wouldn't be enough for him to kill.

Just as he was pondering what he should do, the Scribe had already stopped.

This is a bamboo forest, and the moonlight adds to its beauty.

But in Tengen Uzui's view, this was the Scribe finding a good place to bury himself.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."

Having chosen a relatively flat spot, the Scribe lowered something from his waist.

First-aid kit?

At this moment, Tengen Uzui suddenly remembered that Scribe hadn't brought a medical kit during the battle, but it had just appeared on his waist.

Tengen Uzui's opinion of Scribe rose even higher, and he was startled as he looked at Scribe preparing medicine.

"Could it be that he summoned me here to test the drug?"

The thought of the fate of those rumored drug addicts sent chills down his spine.

Gritting his teeth, Tengen Uzui placed his tongue between his teeth.

If the Scribe really intends to use herself as a subject for experimental drugs, then she might as well end her own life.

"Didn't I tell you not to be nervous?"

Scribe glanced at Tengen Uzui and said indifferently.

"If I wanted to kill you, would I need all this fancy stuff?"

As he spoke, he brought over the prepared medicine and some bandages.

"I can handle it myself."

The Scribe handed the item in his hand to Tengen Uzui.

"You're a grown man, you shouldn't need my help."

After glancing at what the Scribe handed him, Tengen Uzui swallowed hard.

He wasn't blind, so he could naturally tell that what the Scribe brought over was indeed something for treating illnesses.

His keen sense of smell, inherited from his ninja family, also told him that there was nothing strange mixed in with it.

With a hesitant look on his face, Tengen Uzui finally accepted the Scribe's offer.

"Thank you, thank you."

He took the medicine and bandages and began to treat himself.

"Tengen Uzui, what kind of existence do you think your family is?"

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tengen Uzui paused for a moment before returning to normal.

In his view, since the other party knew he was from the Uzui Clan, knowing his name was even less of a concern.

Besides, his life was in the Scribe's hands, so there was no point in panicking.

Looking at the silent Tengen Uzui, Scribe gave a cold smile.

"I don't need to tell you more about the coldness of ninja families."

Have you ever considered going independent and becoming your own company?

Independent portal, self-contained.

These eight simple words, like eight nails, pierced deeply into Tengen Uzui's heart.

It seems he had similar ideas a long time ago.

Now abandoned by his father and awakened by the "enemy" Scribe, Tengen Uzui couldn't help but start thinking.

The Uzui Clan's rules are similar to those of most ninja clans, with a strong emphasis on missions.

Everything I've been trained for since childhood is simply to better complete tasks.

For the sake of immense power, one can abandon family, friendship, love, and everything else.

To further stimulate them and instill deeper ideas in them, the Uzui Clan has an ancestral method.

Siblings killing each other.

On a specific day, they would be gathered together by their parents and divided into pairs for a competition.

The rules of the competition are quite simple: use everything you've learned to fight.

Only the victors survive.

Tengen Uzui's father was like that; he killed his own brothers and sisters with his own hands and became the only survivor.

Although my generation hasn't started yet, this trend is already emerging.

Recently, her father has been consciously selecting candidates for the trials, and those who cannot even participate in the trials have been excluded from the family by her father.

I'm afraid these people won't fare much better.

The thought of potentially turning against his own siblings in the near future made Tengen Uzui clench his fists.

He is also a person, a person with emotions.

He could not accept being forced to kill with his brothers and sisters.

"Since you have the option to accept it, why not choose to resist it?"

The Scribe's voice came, instantly waking Tengen Uzui.

Like a lost person finding a guiding light, the Scribe's words seemed to open a long-sealed door for him.

Yes, why not choose to resist?

Gritting his teeth, Tengen Uzui looked at Scribe.

"Sir, could you please..."

"Cannot."

Without hesitation, the Scribe interrupted him, knowing that he wanted to ask for his help.

When the Scribe refused, Tengen Uzui did not show much disappointment.

This was originally a matter within their family, so it's understandable that the other party was unwilling to help.

"However, I might give you a suggestion."

Looking at Tengen Uzui, who was deep in thought, Scribe suddenly smiled.

"If you don't know where to go after you leave, come to this organization."

As he spoke, the Scribe swung his Nichirin Blade and drew three characters on the ground.

Demon Slayer Corps.

After the inscription was completed, the Scribe leaped into the distance.

"If anyone asks you how you know about this organization, just say that the Scribe told you."

After saying that, the Scribe disappeared into the night.

Chapter 125 Tomioka Giyu and Tomioka Tsutako

After parting ways with Tengen Uzui, Scribe did not stop and continued to travel all over the land.

During this period, he also contacted Tamayo and others to say that he was fine.

Although Yushiro and the others hoped to return, the Scribe ultimately refused.

After all, he knew very well that staying in one place for too long would not allow him to find Muzan.

It's better to go out and about, relax, and maybe even try your luck.

While experiencing various local customs and traditions, the Scribe searches for Muzan's whereabouts.

During this time, although he killed many evil spirits, he did not find any trace of powerful demons.

Scribe once wondered if she, as a "Kocho," had stirred up the winds and clouds of the entire world.

As a Muzan, Muzan has left no trace of himself over the years.

One day, he arrived in a small town.

He had only intended to resupply, but a piece of news caught his attention.

The message was simple and ordinary.

A man-eating bear has appeared in the nearby mountains, and many hunters who went to hunt it have returned empty-handed.

Those who were unlucky even lost their lives there.

This large bear is also very ferocious; to date, it has eaten more than twenty people.

Even more unbelievable is that this bear appears to be intentionally hunting humans.