That is precisely why he has great confidence.
Having regained its wings, the Bat Demon plans to take the initiative and eliminate the Scribe.
The enormous wings whipped up gusts of wind, sending small pebbles flying from the ground.
Hoo hoo hoo~
With a leap, the Bat Demon vanished from the spot.
Under the moonlight, he flew towards the Scribe.
"He actually came here by himself?"
Raising an eyebrow, the Scribe sensed the Bat Demon approaching and a strange expression appeared on his face.
This was the first time in years that a ghost had actively approached him after discovering his location.
I think the last time I encountered a similar situation was when Muzan and his three demons formed an alliance.
"Who gave this guy the courage, Liang Xiru?"
Shaking his head slightly, the Scribe quickened his pace.
With a slight tap of his foot, he landed on a rooftop.
Since the other party is so "eager" to see him, he must show proper courtesy.
The Scribe wanted to give this unknown evil spirit a gift upon meeting him.
With her eyes closed, the Scribe calmed her breathing.
Slowly, he drew his Nichirin Blade.
He raised the Nichirin Blade and moved it with a very small amplitude.
Moreover, the shapes of the surrounding objects began to gradually emerge in the Scribe's eyes.
Before long, the general outline of the entire street appeared in his mind.
Even the Bat Demon that was approaching him appeared in his mind.
"It actually stopped."
Noticing that the Bat Demon had stopped, the Scribe gave a cold smile.
"Trying to ambush me?"
In his mind, the Bat Demon was hiding in a corner, waiting for him to come over.
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply turned the direction around and aimed it in that direction.
The arm gripping the knife tightened, and the muscles bulged instantly.
In less than a breath, a red knife appeared in the darkness.
The Red Nichirin Blade appears.
The moment the Red Nichirin Blade appeared, the Bat Demon's previously sneer instantly changed.
A strange feeling surged from his body, overwhelming his mind.
Memories began to surface from his cells, memories that did not belong to him.
"This is... that person's memory!"
A look of shock appeared on the Bat Demon's face, and those memories flickered in his eyes.
From these memories, he gleaned a terrifying truth.
That person, Kibutsuji Muzan, was once hunted down by the owner of this attack.
This feeling, this sense of oppression, this terrifying memory.
It can't be wrong, absolutely not wrong!
Upon realizing this, Bat Demon felt a chill run down his spine.
Although he doesn't have any body hair now.
But this did not prevent him from feeling fear, and his brain instantly sent a signal to retreat.
His biological instincts told him that if he didn't leave, he would die there.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Bat Demon turned around and ran away.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
Live on, no matter what, you have to live on.
However, the Scribe's attack had already arrived.
From a distance of several dozen meters, Scribe suddenly swung his knife.
Suddenly, a red halo appeared in the pitch-black night.
The blazing blade, accompanied by intense heat, shot out like a rocket.
The heat emanating from behind grew closer and closer, Bat Demon felt as if Death itself was whispering to it.
With only this one thought in his mind, the Bat Demon frantically flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
However, he encountered an attack shortly after flying away.
A giant meteor hammer appeared from the corner and smashed into his head.
Unable to dodge, the Bat Demon took the blow head-on.
With a loud thud, a large dent appeared on the Bat Demon's head.
Not only that, his forward-flying body also flew backward.
Just then, it was swallowed up by the pursuing blade's edge.
Intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, and his dazed mind instantly regained consciousness.
Awooooo!
Unable to bear it any longer, the Bat Demon couldn't help but scream.
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe also realized that this attack seemed to have been aided by someone.
"Mister Scribe, it's been a long time."
A rough voice rang out, and the Scribe turned his head to look.
There, a tall figure slowly appeared.
Indeed, the Himejima Gyomei.
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Why are you here?
Somewhat unexpectedly, the Scribe did not expect to meet the Himejima Gyomei here.
"Hehe, I was also surprised to see Mister Scribe here."
After a brief conversation, the Scribe learned why the other party was there.
After recommending Himejima Gyomei to Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the latter underwent the Demon Slayer Corps trials.
After passing the trials, they became official team members.
In this process, Himejima found a way of breathing that suited it.
The Rock Breathing.
After becoming a full member, Himejima embarked on a journey to slay demons.
Today, he is already a top-tier player.
The reason he came here today is also to complete a mission.
Once he completes this mission, he will be just one step away from becoming a pillar.
The Scribe nodded, indicating that he understood.
He just remembered that in the original story, it was Himejima Gyomei who saved the Kocho Sisters, whose parents had been eaten by demons.
Later, with Yin's help, the Kocho Sisters found Himejima Gyomei.
Ultimately, having passed the Himejima Test, they too became members of the Demon Slayer Corps and began learning Breathing Technique.
Thinking of this, Scribe felt genuinely happy about the growth of Himejima over the past few years.
He has transformed from a compassionate blind monk into a martial monk who knows how to save the world through practical actions.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about him."
With a slight smile, Scribe slashed to the side.
A faint red light flashed and passed directly across the head of the howling Bat Demon.
Pfft.
In an instant, the head and body separated.
With wide, disbelieving eyes, the Bat Demon stared intently at the Scribe, as if trying to imprint him into his mind.
However, his body could no longer hold on.
The body gradually turned into scattered black fragments, eventually dissipating into the air.
Himejima did not comment on the Scribe's actions.
After all, with his strength, killing a demon was only a matter of time.
It was a truly unexpected delight to meet the Scribe in this place.
With his lips slightly parted, Himejima was about to say something when he suddenly frowned.
"Who goes there!"
He turned around abruptly, but froze on the spot.
Following his direction, the Scribe also peered in.
The next second, he froze on the spot.
It turned out that, at some point, the Kocho Sisters and the Tomioka siblings had already appeared around the corner.
Even the young Tsuyuri Kanao to squeeze out a spot.
Behind these children, Kenchiro Butterfly and Kanae Butterfly also stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with disbelief.
They never expected that the seemingly frail Scribe would possess such formidable strength.
With a simple swing of his sword, he killed the monster.
"Uh~"
After a long pause, the Scribe finally spoke.
"How much did you see?"
With a slight twitch in his facial muscles, Kenchiro Butterfly coughed and said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Probably, perhaps, maybe, that's all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe clicked his tongue.
He knew that even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't.
He shrugged, a helpless expression on his face.
"Okay, I know you have a lot of questions, and I will explain them to you one by one."
Hearing what the Scribe said, Shinobu Butterfly and the others shut their mouths.
"It's not convenient here, let's go back first."
Scribe glanced at Himejima Gyomei standing beside him and made a pursed lip.