Kid, You've Come to the Wrong Place / Gyomei Himejima Again

Although he didn't know why the Scribe suddenly wanted to borrow the microscope, Kenjiro nodded nonetheless.

"Yes, I'll get it for you if you need it."

"This is troublesome."

Nodding, the Scribe stood at the door, waiting for Kenjiro.

A short while later, Kenjiro came over carrying a large box.

Inside the box was a civilian microscope.

Originally, Kenshiro did not intend to charge rent.

But no matter how he tried to refuse, the Scribe could always find a reason to persuade him.

In the end, Kenjiro had no choice but to accept the expense of "buying something the cute girls like".

After a brief thank you, the Scribe left with the microscope.

After returning to the room where he, the Tomioka siblings, Kanao Tsuyuri, and others were staying, he checked on Kanao Tsuyuri's condition again.

After taking the medication, her body has recovered to a small extent.

Her lips and skin were no longer so pale, and her face had regained some color.

After telling them that he was going to study something, the Scribe chose a room and went inside.

On a table in the room were some herbs and small animals that he had bought.

The Scribe took the microscope out of the box and set it up.

He then began his own research.

The Scribe first divided the purchased animals into three groups according to their species, and each group was further divided into two teams.

Next, he checked the physical condition of each animal one by one.

They were assigned numbers based on their physical condition.

He then reduced the food and drinking water for Team A's animals.

Instead, it was their own blood.

Yes, the Scribe plans to take this time to thoroughly investigate the nature of his Rare Blood.

Since the system didn't explain its specific function to him, he had no choice but to do it himself.

For the next few days, he stayed in his room almost all the time, except for eating, sleeping and preparing medicine for Kanao Tsuyuri.

Even the task of transporting medicines that needed to be mixed was left to the Tomioka siblings.

The purpose is to be able to monitor the condition of these small animals at all times.

Seven days later, he finally figured out some of the secrets of the Rare Blood.

Unlike Genya Shinazugawa's Rare Blood, his own Rare Blood seemed to be unrelated to combat.

Under normal circumstances, if small animals do not get enough food and water, their physical condition will inevitably weaken.

However, this did not happen to the group of small animals that fed themselves their own blood.

Even compared to small animals that eat normally, this group showed a significant improvement in physical fitness.

Increased activity levels, faster wound healing, and more.

After taking some cells for comparison, the Scribe obtained even more astonishing results.

The cells of the group of small animals that consumed their own blood had a much higher cell division capacity and activity than the cells of the other group.

If we consider a normal cell as one, then the cells that have been fed their own blood number five, ten, or even more.

It can be said that one's own blood is an almost inexhaustible energy reservoir.

Not only in this aspect, but small animals that have consumed their own blood seem to have a significantly longer lifespan.

Simply put, if a normal living being ingests the blood of Scribe for a long period of time, its physical condition and lifespan will be greatly improved.

The Scribe is practically a walking, eternal ginseng!

Chapter 130 Kid, You've Come to the Wrong Place

When the Scribe arrived at this result, his eyelids twitched a few times.

Although I don't know if this effect applies to ghosts, it shouldn't be too different.

After all, ghosts also originated from humans.

There shouldn't be much difference between the two sides in terms of energy intake.

If that's the case, then I'll become the "Tang Monk's flesh" of the Demon Slayer world.

"Let's find someone to test it out later."

Having made some plans in mind, Scribe intended to go back and test it out with Tamayo and the others.

If one's own blood truly possesses that much abundant energy, it might even have other effects.

Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on the Scribe's face.

Is this effect only effective for blood, or is it suitable for all bodily fluids?

After imagining something inappropriate, Scribe subconsciously waved his hand.

"Forget it, I'd better not think about it too much."

After studying his Rare Blood, the Scribe left the room and put the borrowed microscope back into its case.

Kanao Tsuyuri has been taking medication for quite some time now.

Both his mental and physical wounds have healed to a great extent, and he has regained some of the normal expressions on his face.

Although she still doesn't talk much, she has made great progress compared to her previous doll-like state.

"Take your time."

Looking at Kanao Tsuyuri, who was nestled in his arms and nuzzling her little head, Scribe's face showed a helpless smile.

There's still plenty of time; I have ample time to take care of Kanao Tsuyuri.

And so, the Scribe lived in the town for several months.

After several months of living together, the Scribe and others had come to fully understand the Kocho family.

That's why they've become very good friends.

The only thing that made Scribe both amused and exasperated was that whenever the Kocho Sisters came to her house, they preferred watching her work rather than playing with Tomioka Giyu, who was about the same age.

Once, when he asked the Kocho Sisters why they didn't go play with Tomioka Giyu, this was their answer.

Kanae Butterfly's answer was that Tomioka Giyu was unwilling to interact with them; he preferred to find a corner and quietly watch the Scribe work.

Shinobu Butterfly's answer was even more direct.

Too cold, not interesting, a silent type.

Upon hearing Shinobu Butterfly's words, Scribe burst into laughter.

He reached out and pinched Shinobu Butterfly's little cheek.

Shinobu, how dare you say such things about others?

"Look at yourself, don't you always have that defiant look on your face?"

"Look at your sister, you should learn from her and be a gentle, cheerful girl."

Whenever the Scribe says something like that, Shinobu Butterfly Kocho always gets angry and ignores him.

Kanae Butterfly covered her mouth and stood aside, watching them.

Seeing Shinobu Butterfly slap away the hand that was pinching her cheek, Scribe wasn't angry. Instead, she would magically produce some small gifts.

Whenever she sees these gifts, Shinobu Butterfly is drawn to these strange little gadgets.

The Scribe would also use these small gifts to "apologize" and seek Shinobu Butterfly's forgiveness.

Of course, the Scribe would make the same request every time.

Let Shinobu Butterfly smile more.

The Scribe said that Shinobu Butterfly, much more likable than the "tomboy" girls of today.

When I first heard the term "tomboy,"

Chapter 131 The Encounter with the Himejima Gyomei Again

After taking a bite of sushi, Shinobu Butterfly suddenly turned to look at Scribe.

When she noticed him looking out the window, Shinobu Butterfly's face showed a hint of confusion.

Is there anything outside?

Looking in the direction the Scribe was looking, she didn't find anything strange.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, the Scribe suddenly stood up.

"I'm going out for a bit."

With a slight smile, Scribe gestured for them to have fun and not worry about her.

After saying that, he left the room.

Kenchiro Butterfly and the others didn't think much of it and remained immersed in the joyful atmosphere.

After leaving the room, Scribe slowly closed the door and then looked around.

After confirming that no one was around, he lightly leaped onto the roof.

He reached out and grabbed a cloth bag from the roof beam.

He took the bag, and inside was his Nichirin Blade.

Back when he came to Kocho's house, the Scribe had already hidden the Nichirin Blade among the gifts.

Then, when no one was looking, he hid it in the beam above.

Tonight, it's time for it to once again display its might.

In order to protect the Tomioka siblings and others, the Scribe plans to move the battlefield outside.

Ideally, it would be in a deserted alley.

With that thought in mind, he gripped his Nichirin Blade and went outside.

After sensing the ghost's location briefly, he set off towards it.

Meanwhile, under the eaves of a house, a demon was hanging upside down.

This evil spirit looks like a bat, with pointed ears and wings on its back.

His skin was dark all over, covered with wrinkled grooves.

The exposed teeth were quite sharp, reflecting a faint light even in the darkness.

The Bat Demon gave a cold laugh, its eyes darting around as if it were sizing something up.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

"Strange, someone is approaching this place?"

The Bat Demon Blood Art is similar to that of bats, allowing it to use ultrasound to predict, evade, and engage in combat.

Just now, he sensed the presence of the Scribe through the reflected ultrasound waves.

Furthermore, the distance between the Scribe and him is constantly shrinking.

It looks like they came straight for him.

"Could it be Demon Slayer?"

With a smirk, the Bat Demon was trying to guess the Scribe's identity.

This wasn't his first encounter with Demon Slayer; he already had experience fighting them several times.

In the past, the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen were either eaten by him or driven away by him.