"I haven't asked you your name yet, sir."
A slight blush rose to her cheeks, Tomioka Tsutako looked somewhat shy.
"The Scribe."
With a slight smile, Scribe revealed his name.
"Then Mister Scribe, could you please come back to the village with us?"
The Scribe did not refuse Tomioka Tsutako's invitation.
He also wanted to take this opportunity to visit that village.
If possible, it would be best to relocate the village.
He knew very well that a year later, a demon would appear in the village and kill many humans, including Tomioka Tsutako.
Only Tomioka Giyu was protected by his sister and escaped unharmed.
Later, because he didn't believe Giyu's story about the evil spirits eating people, he was sent to live with his relatives.
Giyu escaped on the road and later encountered Urokodaki Sakonji and some hunters on a mountain.
It was only after this that Tomioka Giyu came into contact with Breathing Technique.
Of course, these are all things that happen in the original work.
Now that I'm here, I certainly won't let this happen again.
Soon, led by Tomioka Tsutako, they arrived at the village where the siblings lived.
When the villagers learned that the bear had been killed, they initially did not believe it.
It wasn't until some people went to check the farmland by the creek that they saw the bear's carcass with their own eyes.
After bringing the news back, the villagers learned that the news of the bear's death was true.
While the villagers cheered, the Scribe approached the village chief and expressed his idea of having them relocate the village.
The Scribe's reasoning was simple: if there was a first bear, there could be a second.
Next time, it might be two vicious wolves or three fierce tigers.
I can protect them for a while, but I can't protect them forever.
After hearing the Scribe's words, the village chief did not refuse directly.
He asked the Scribe to leave temporarily, saying he would carefully consider whether to relocate.
With a slight smile, Scribe could tell from the other person's face that the village chief was already tempted.
On the eve of his departure, he also expressed that he could help if the village was willing to relocate.
As soon as he stepped outside, the Scribe encountered Tomioka Giyu and Tomioka Tsutako.
"Brother Scribe, what did you talk about with Grandpa Village Chief?"
Scribe patted Tomioka Giyu's head and briefly recounted his conversation with the village chief.
The Tomioka siblings nodded in agreement; after this incident, they also strongly supported the relocation.
However, they didn't know where they could go after leaving.
The siblings had always made a living by farming; they didn't know how to do business, and no one was willing to adopt them.
If we leave here, there is no way we can make a living in the short term.
Seeing the worried expressions on the siblings' faces, Scribe suddenly smiled.
"If you don't mind the life of traveling around, you can come with me."
These words immediately attracted the attention of the siblings.
Tomioka Giyu, in particular, jumped up excitedly.
Children are always curious about a powerful and mysterious older brother.
Chapter 127 Come with me
The cold light in Scribe's eyes did not fade as he looked at the man lying on the ground groaning.
The little girl beside her also noticed that something was wrong with her father and slowly opened her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, she saw the Scribe standing in front of her, coldly looking at her father.
This was the first time she had ever seen someone stand up for her, and she couldn't understand what the other person had done to make her father fall to the ground and wail in pain.
She wanted to speak, but because she had suppressed her feelings for so long, she momentarily forgot how to begin.
Ah... Ee...
Looking at the little girl who couldn't speak properly, Scribe's disgust deepened.
He bent down and grabbed the wailing man with just one hand.
Is she your daughter?
Pointing to the little girl who was staring blankly at him, Scribe questioned the man.
But at this moment, the man's mind was already filled with pain, and he couldn't hear the Scribe's words at all.
All I could hear was him yelling incessantly, "It hurts so much!" He seemed to be going crazy.
With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe then extended his left palm.
"Smack!"
With a heavy slap to the other person's face, Scribe sent the person flying.
His frail body flew backward, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
It was this slap that made the man realize what was happening.
"I'll ask you one more time, is she your daughter?"
His tone was icy, and the Scribe's face was expressionless.
Realizing what was happening, the man gritted his teeth.
"Yeah, so what? Can't I hit my own daughter?"
The man roared at the Scribe, his face displaying an extremely arrogant and twisted expression.
"Even if she dies, I'll beat her to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's eyes widened instantly.
The Scribe's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by a black shadow that kept growing larger.
Grabbing the other person by the throat, Scribe pinned them against the wall.
"I just heard you say you were planning to sell her, right?"
The man paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding the Scribe's unconventional thinking.
A second or two later, he suddenly grinned.
"Yes, do you want to buy it?"
In this era, buying and selling children is not uncommon.
Some are forced into this situation because they cannot afford to raise their children, while others do not want to bear the responsibility of raising children.
Although this behavior is nominally prohibited by law.
However, in real life, due to various reasons, it is impossible to completely eliminate it.
The Scribe has lived for so long and has seen all sorts of people.
But he had never seen anyone like the man in front of him before.
"How many."
Upon seeing the Scribe, the man showed interest and chuckled.
"Three strings of cash, just three strings of cash, and you can take her away!"
Once he stated the price, the man seemed to forget his own pain and began promoting his daughter.
She eats little, is obedient, and is beautiful.
It was as if, in his eyes, the girl in front of him was not his own flesh and blood, but merely a commodity to be bargained over.
"Three strings of cash, is that so?"
A smile appeared on his lips, and Scribe suddenly released his grip.
Cough cough~
The man fell to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing loudly.
Ignoring the man, the Scribe walked up to the little girl.
He crouched down and smiled slightly.
"Would you like to come with me?"
The little girl looked at the Scribe, a blank expression on her face.
It was the first time she had met Scribe, and it was also the first time he had expressed his willingness to take her away from a stranger.
Without saying a word, she turned her gaze to her father.
The man gave a cold laugh, his face showing disdain.
From the other person's expression, the little girl could not tell at all that her father wanted her to stay.
Finally, she nodded silently.
"Good."
After patting the other's head, the Scribe turned around and looked at Tomioka Tsutako.
"Tsutako, give him the money."
"Ah?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tomioka Tsutako froze in place.
She wasn't unaware of the human trafficking issue, but firsthand experience and the stories she'd heard were completely different things.
She blinked, and finally nodded.
"How much? Three strings of cash?"
"No."
Shaking his head, the Scribe said softly.
"Just keep it that way."
The man immediately became displeased as soon as the Scribe finished speaking.
He picked up the stick with his uninjured left hand and walked over to the Scribe with an unfriendly expression.
"Hey, didn't you hear what I said about the price? Three strings of cash, not one string!"
Scribe glanced at the man and gave a cold smile.
"Of course I heard what you said, but I really hate human trafficking."
"Ha?"
The man looked puzzled, feeling that the Scribe was playing a trick on him.
If you hate the buying and selling of people, then why ask about your own price?
Just as he was wondering, the Scribe made a move.
He took a step and suddenly threw out his left fist.
"This is for your medical expenses!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe's fist slammed into the other person's face.