"You two, were you doing odd jobs just now?"
"Yes."
Sanemi Shinazugawa nodded and explained that he and his younger brother had indeed just returned from doing odd jobs.
No one in the family liked their scoundrel father, who had stopped supporting the family long ago.
As the eldest Sanemi, and the second eldest son, Genya Shinazugawa, it was natural for him to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family.
Prior to this, the two brothers had also made the decision to protect their mother and younger siblings together.
The job they had just taken was a temporary job they had recently found. Although it didn't pay much, they could occasionally get some tips.
After hearing Sanemi's explanation, the Scribe's opinion of the two brothers rose even higher.
Among the nine Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, Sanemi Shinazugawa is considered to be among the most tragic.
He was scolded by his father when he was young, and later he witnessed the deaths of his brothers and sisters. He even killed his mother, who had turned into a demon, with his own hands.
Even after all that he went through, Sanemi did not give up on himself; instead, his determination to exterminate demons only grew stronger.
Sanemi knew that for every demon he slew, there would be fewer people in the world whose families had been destroyed by demons.
He is not good at expressing himself, but he will express his meaning through his actions.
The Scribe patted Sanemi's head and said.
"In that case, why don't you come and work for me?"
"Ah?"
Sanemi was taken aback, and immediately took a few steps back to examine the Scribe.
Looking at the blade at the Scribe's waist, anyone would instinctively assume he was a swordsman.
Working for a swordsman?
Shaking his head, Sanemi couldn't figure out what the Scribe would ask him to do.
When Sanemi shook his head, the Scribe mistakenly thought that he did not believe him.
Looking back, it's true. If a swordsman he'd just met invited him to work for him, even he, as Scribe, probably wouldn't have agreed.
"Alright, if you're interested, you can come find me after you finish your work, and I'll show you around and explain my job." (Shula)
After saying that, the Scribe wrote a few words on the ground.
It was the name of a hotel in the town.
After he finished writing, he turned and left.
They had only taken a few steps when they suddenly heard Sanemi Shinazugawa's voice behind them.
"Sir, you haven't told us your name yet!"
Turning around, Scribe smiled slightly.
"The Scribe."
With a wave of his hand, Scribe walked around a corner and disappeared.
Only the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa remained, pondering the Scribe's words.
"Brother Sanemi, do you think the Mister Scribe is trustworthy?"
After glancing at the words on the ground, Genya Shinazugawa turned his gaze to Sanemi.
Touching his chin, Sanemi fell into thought.
After a while, he slowly spoke.
"I don't know, but he probably won't harm us."
In Sanemi's opinion, if the Scribe had any designs on the two brothers, he could have done so when their father beat them.
It's completely different from simply giving them money to buy medicine; why go through all that trouble?
"Tomorrow, let's finish our work early and then go check out this place."
Nodding, Genya Shinazugawa also agreed.
Before leaving, Sanemi lingered a little longer and used his feet to erase the marks on the ground.
On the way back, the voices of the two brothers echoed.
"By the way, you should still have a lot of money left over from buying medicine, right?"
"Yes, and these too."
"Let's use this money to buy Sumi some good food."
"Okay, okay, that's what I think too."
Hiding in the shadows, the Scribe clearly heard the two brothers' conversation.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he leaped away, leaving the place behind.
The following afternoon, Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa arrived at the inn and found the Scribe, just as planned.
"Ready?"
The two brothers nodded, indicating that they were ready.
"So, with our baskets on our backs, let's set off."
The Scribe pointed to the two baskets he had bought and said.
"I'll walk in front, you two just need to follow."
Although they didn't understand why the Scribe made them carry baskets on their backs, the two brothers did as he asked.
Under his guidance, the three of them left the town as night fell and arrived at a forest.
As the Scribe walked into the forest, he searched for something.
Before long, he plucked a tuft of seemingly insignificant grass from the ground and put it into Sanemi's basket.
"Half a portion can treat blood stasis and resolve phlegm."
After a while, he picked a vine.
"One root can invigorate blood circulation and replenish blood."
Although the two brothers did not understand the specific meaning, they could tell that it contained some medical knowledge.
After a while, both brothers' baskets were full.
"Mister Scribe, are you a doctor?"
Yes and no.
He gestured for the two men to put down their baskets, and the Scribe took out some herbs from the two baskets and began to grind them.
As he tore at the herbs, Scribe spoke.
"My side job is being a doctor, but it's not my main job."
Main business?
Just as the two brothers were wondering what was going on, the Scribe had already finished grinding the herbs.
After handing the dark herbs to Sanemi, Scribe took out a small dagger from his pocket and gave it to him as well.
"Just do whatever I tell you to do."
He nodded, Sanemi face full of confusion.
"What you are about to see will completely overturn your understanding."
After placing the basket aside and hiding it, Scribe gestured for the two brothers to follow.
Soon, they arrived deep in the forest.
Before them appeared a small wooden house.
As locals, Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa knew very well that this was the house of a woodcutter who used to live here.
But the woodcutter had died many years ago, and the house was left there, unattended.
But now, they could clearly see the candlelight coming from inside the room.
There were people inside!
With her finger to her lips, the Scribe signaled to the two to be quiet.
Then, he picked up a stone from the ground.
Holding the stone tightly in his right hand, the Scribe then suddenly threw it away.
The flying stone, like an arrow, pierced through the door and entered the room.
Then, a low growl came from inside the house.
Immediately afterwards, the tightly closed door was kicked open, and a figure jumped out.
Upon seeing this figure, the two Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa had been puzzled, turned deathly pale with fright.
What appeared before them was a ghost!
Chapter 136 Rare Blood and the Demon Eater
The ghost appeared to be at least two meters tall, with its muscles bulging high, making it look quite muscular.
The fangs at the corners of his mouth protrude outwards, and the pupils in his eyes are blood red.
In his right hand, he was also holding a human thigh.
"What, what is this thing?!"
Genya Shinazugawa roared loudly, then hid behind Sanemi.
Sanemi also stretched out a hand, firmly protecting his younger brother behind him.
At this moment, the ghost became aware of the two brothers' presence.
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and charged forward like a tiger hunting its prey.
Sharp claws extended, reflecting a cool light in the moonlight.
Seeing the demon rushing towards them, Sanemi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.
"Genya Shinazugawa, I'll hold him off for a bit, you run!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than the ghost let out a painful scream.
The Scribe suddenly drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and swung the blade at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
With a few swishing sounds, the demon's body was sliced into several pieces.
For a moment, the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa and the demons were stunned.
None of them expected that the Scribe would possess such formidable strength.
Due to the Scribe's deliberate actions, the ghost did not die immediately.
"Sanemi, use the dagger I gave you to cut your skin."
A cold voice came through, as if the Scribe was issuing a command.
"This..."
Sanemi Shinazugawa was taken aback. He looked at his younger brother behind him, and then at the demon not far away.
His survival instinct told him that although the crisis had passed, he should leave immediately.
But another voice inside him urged him to do as the Scribe said.
Gritting his teeth, Sanemi hesitated.
The Scribe didn't say much, but simply stepped on the evil spirit to prevent it from attacking the two brothers.
In the end, Sanemi made his own choice.
He pulled out a dagger and made a light cut on his skin.