I Just Slipped / Taking the Shinazugawa Brothers to Meet Some Demons

The man's face was slightly flushed, and he walked with a somewhat unsteady gait.

He also had a large gourd hanging from his waist.

He looks like a drunkard.

As soon as he reached the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa, the man lowered his head, seemingly talking to them about something.

As he spoke, the man's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

His chest heaved, and he clenched his teeth, as if he had heard something that upset him.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his left hand and slammed it down on Genya Shinazugawa.

Upon seeing this, Sanemi, the eldest brother, quickly put down the stroller and stood in front of his younger brother.

The adult's strength was simply too great; young Sanemi couldn't withstand it at all and was sent flying.

Sanemi rolled around on the ground a few times before stopping at someone's feet.

Looking at the Sanemi Shinazugawa standing at his feet with a red and swollen face, Scribe couldn't help but sigh.

When fate brings you together, there's no stopping it.

He reached out and pulled Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was lying on the ground, to his feet.

At the same time, a rough male voice came from the side.

"Kid, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

Chapter 134 I just slipped

Ignoring the man, the Scribe simply told Sanemi Shinazugawa to stand up straight.

He patted the dust off the other person's body and wiped the blood off their face.

Covering his swollen face, Sanemi Shinazugawa never expected to encounter someone like the Scribe.

Just then, Genya Shinazugawa had realized what was happening, ran over.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Sanemi shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not in serious condition.

"You two should know where the Medicine House is, right?"

The Scribe's voice suddenly rang out, though faint, it clearly reached the two brothers' minds.

Although he was puzzled as to why he asked that question, Sanemi.

"We're locals, of course we know."

Nodding, the Scribe then took out a handful of loose change from his pocket.

"I'll stuff the money into Sanemi's arms, "Scribe said.

"In that case, let's hurry up and buy some medicine."

The man was taken aback when he saw that the Scribe was ignoring him.

Judging from his attire, he doesn't seem to be a local.

If that's the case, why should he care about a child he's just met?

The Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa also looked puzzled, completely unable to understand the Scribe's actions.

With a slight smile, Scribe stood up and patted the two brothers on the head.

"Go ahead, it's just a Giyu from a stranger."

After he finished speaking, he patted the two brothers on the back.

Staggering a few steps, Sanemi Shinazugawa turned around and looked at the Scribe.

After memorizing the other person's appearance, he grabbed Genya Shinazugawa's hand and ran outside.

Just then, the man realized what was happening, his puzzled face filled with anger.

The Scribe ignored him and even interfered with his "beating" of his child.

Driven by alcohol, he rushed out.

Their target is the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa.

In his view, the outsider Scribe was certainly despicable, but his two sons had accepted him so readily.

Not only that, but they also showed no intention of giving him the money.

Although his mind was somewhat foggy, he clearly saw how much money it was.

Although they are scattered, they add up to a considerable sum.

If I were to take it all upon myself, I could buy and drink as much alcohol as I wanted.

Thinking of this, his anger intensified.

Just as he was passing by the Scribe, the man's body suddenly swayed.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

The crowd watching the scene laughed, seemingly eager to see the man suffer.

"Retract your outstretched foot," the Scribe said.

My foot slipped.

"You!"

Getting up from the ground, the man looked at the Scribe with a face full of anger.

She stared intently at him, her eyes almost bulging out.

Judging from his expression, he wished he could devour the Scribe alive.

"If I say I'm innocent, would you believe me?"

With his hands outstretched, the Scribe revealed an innocent smile.

Upon seeing the Scribe's expression, the muscles in the man's face twitched violently.

The muscles around the nose, in particular, move back and forth like a spring.

"I kill you!"

The man ground a brick from the ground, roared, and charged at the Scribe.

The Scribe's eyes remained unchanged as he watched the man rushing towards him.

He drew his right hand from his waist and then extended his Nichirin Blade.

The bottom of the Nichirin Blade's scabbard pressed against the man's abdomen, and an unusual sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

The man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, followed by a feeling of nausea.

He immediately stopped in his tracks.

His right hand, which was holding a brick, was stuck in mid-air and did not fall for a long time.

With a cold look in his eyes, Scribe subtly moved his fingers.

The scabbard slowly moved up the man's abdomen, across his chest, and finally stopped at his throat.

Suddenly, an unbearable pain shot through the man's body from his throat.

The man's eyes were filled with fear, and his originally ferocious face began to soften.

Biting her bluish lips, she trembled slowly and swallowed hard.

His arms swayed as if they had lost their strength.

"Roll!"

With a loud roar, the Scribe suddenly thrust forward.

The scabbard slammed into the man's throat with a thud, unleashing a tremendous force that sent him flying.

Spitting out blood, the man clutched his throat and rolled on the ground.

But no matter how she shouted, she couldn't make a sound.

Clearly, his vocal cords had been damaged by the Scribe.

Even so, the man could no longer muster any thought of resistance.

Like a stray dog, he scrambled and crawled away into the distance.

He had only run a couple of steps when he heard the whooshing sound of wind behind his head again.

With a slight turn of his head, the man saw a brick hurtling towards him.

It turns out that the man threw the brick high into the air as he fled.

The Scribe simply poked the brick with his scabbard, changing its trajectory.

With a loud bang, the brick smashed onto the man's head.

Without uttering a sound, the man simply clutched his bleeding head and ran away into the distance.

After the man ran away, the surrounding crowd also came to their senses from the shock.

The Scribe's power far exceeded their expectations, which frightened them so much that they quickly left the place.

The Scribe had his reasons for letting the man leave.

Even when he had his dispute with the man, he noticed that many eyes were silently watching them.

The target wasn't herself, but the man who had just escaped.

It seems that they must be his enemies.

After the man fled, the stares disappeared.

It seems she went after that man.

With his vocal cords damaged, the man encountered his enemy, and the outcome was predictable.

Scribe got up and walked in the direction the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa had left.

After walking for a while, he spotted the two brothers on the street.

The injured Sanemi Shinazugawa had already bought some ointment and was applying it tightly to his wound.

Are you feeling better?

As he approached the two, Scribe smiled slightly.

Upon seeing the Scribe approach, Sanemi Shinazugawa immediately asked.

"My damn father, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Scribe was slightly surprised by Sanemi's sudden concern.

Scribe patted his head and said with a smile.

"Don't worry about me, do I look like something's wrong?"

It was only then that Sanemi noticed that the Scribe had no wounds at all.

There wasn't even a speck of dust.

"Then how did you..."

"I just slipped a little."

Chapter 135 Taking the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa to See Ghosts

Did your foot slip?

The Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa were somewhat bewildered by the two words that the Scribe suddenly uttered.

Just then, the Scribe suddenly spoke.