Returning to the Swordsmith Village / Librarian Number One

"You've changed a lot in just one year."

The Scribe smiled slightly and suddenly spoke.

The Scribe's voice rang out, giving Genya Shinazugawa a jolt.

Following the sound, he looked over and, upon discovering it was the Scribe, exclaimed with delight.

"Mister Scribe, what brings you back here?"

"What, you're not welcoming me?"

Upon hearing this, Genya Shinazugawa quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, how could that be?"

As he spoke, he ran into the store.

"Yes, Sadako, Sumi, and Mother, come out quickly! The Mister Scribe is here!"

Upon hearing Genya Shinazugawa's words, the other four members of the Shinazugawa family quickly came out.

"Genya Shinazugawa, go and close the shop. Don't open it today."

With a wave of her hand, Genya Shinazugawa's mother gestured for Genya Shinazugawa to go and close the door.

Nodding, Genya Shinazugawa quickly walked to the door and did as instructed.

Passersby scratched their heads when they saw the Shinazugawa family's shop suddenly close.

Why would they close the shop in broad daylight?

Meanwhile, the Scribe in the shop had already begun talking to them.

It turns out that after leaving a sum of money Scribe and taking Sanemi Shinazugawa away, Genya Shinazugawa first used the money to renovate his house.

However, the Scribe left behind far too much money.

After he bought new items for his home and new clothes for his family, he was surprised to find that he still had a considerable amount of money left.

At his mother's suggestion, they opened this small shop.

Chapter 147 Return to the Swordsmith Village

The sharp Nichirin Blade encountered no resistance whatsoever, easily cleaving the demon in two.

A large amount of blood gushed from the demon's body, splattering onto the Nichirin Blade and the ground.

With a slight tilt of his head, Scribe dodged the blood that was about to splatter onto his face.

Looking at the ghost he had cut in two, its corpse already turning to ashes, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

He hadn't expected that the ghost would be killed so easily this time.

They didn't even offer the slightest resistance.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore."

Shaking his head, the Scribe put the Nichirin Blade back into its sheath.

Then, he walked towards the direction of the Shinazugawa family.

After knocking on the door, Genya Shinazugawa, recognizing his voice, opened it.

He told Genya Shinazugawa what had happened, and the latter's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Genya Shinazugawa couldn't imagine what would have happened if the Scribe hadn't intervened.

The mother was killed and then eaten by an evil spirit?

The mother was infected and became a demon, then returned home and killed herself and her younger siblings.

The thought of these possibilities made his body tremble involuntarily.

"Alright, don't overthink it."

Scribe patted Genya Shinazugawa on the shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Don't forget, these are all your ideas."

Knowing that the Scribe had guessed his thoughts, Genya Shinazugawa subconsciously raised his head and looked at him.

"If you really want to protect your loved ones, then work hard to improve yourself and make good use of your strength."

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Genya Shinazugawa suddenly woke up.

Yes, I also possess the abilities of Demon Eater.

As the Mister Scribe said, this is a unique existence that belongs only to him, and there is probably no other like it in the world.

If I can make good use of this power, even if I can't compare to my older brother and the Mister Scribe, can't I at least protect my beloved family?

Clenching his fists, Genya Shinazugawa's body trembled slightly with excitement.

"By the way, don't tell your family about these things. It's better for ordinary people not to know so much."

Nodding, Genya Shinazugawa then made a sealing motion with his lips.

He's not stupid; he naturally knows that the more he understands, the more he'll worry.

There's enough for me and my older brother to handle things in the darkness. As for my younger siblings and mother, let them live happily.

Seeing that Genya Shinazugawa had come to terms with things, Scribe smiled slightly.

"In that case, I'll be leaving. I hope that when we meet again, you'll be a qualified reserve player."

As Scribe's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Genya Shinazugawa's face hardened with determination.

He must train hard and strive to become a member of the Demon Slayer Corps as soon as possible.

After leaving the town where the Shinazugawa family lived, the Scribe planned to search for the Ubume.

My original impression was that she used a large mansion as her base and headquarters.

The location of that mansion was only discovered after members of the Demon Slayer Corps went missing.

Nowadays, it's quite difficult for Scribe to find a mansion in this land.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, the Scribe had no choice but to bite the bullet and search everywhere for information about the Ubume.

Unfortunately, he won't be able to find it in the short term.

One day, as the Scribe was walking in a forest, a group of people suddenly appeared before him.

The procession wasn't very large, consisting of only two carriages and some escorts.

From a distance, one could see the word "Hidden" on the backs of some of the escorts.

The items they were escorting looked like a large pile of stones.

The Scribe immediately recognized that this was the logistics unit of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Hidden Unit.

What they were escorting was the Tamahagane to be delivered to the Swordsmith Village.

This must be the first time the Scribe has encountered a convoy transporting Tamahagane.

And I myself haven't visited the Swordsmith Village for quite some time.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to turn back halfway and go to the Swordsmith Village.

Several hundred years ago, I made a promise to someone.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Scribe then appeared at the back of the group.

"Who goes there!"

Although the Hidden Ones were merely the logistics unit of the Demon Slayer Corps, they were also swordsmen who had passed the Final Selection.

For various reasons, he ultimately did not choose to wield the sword Demon Slayer. (Read by La)

Compared to ordinary people, their perception abilities are exceptionally strong.

The Scribe deliberately made a sound, instantly attracting their attention.

The formal swordsmen also drew their swords and slowly stepped forward.

Without exchanging words, they slowly surrounded the Scribe.

"Not bad."

The Scribe smiled slightly as he looked at the swordsmen who had surrounded him.

Compared to the members hundreds of years ago, the current Demon Slayer Corps Member undoubtedly value teamwork more.

It seems that, with the changing times, they have also realized the power of the group.

Ordinary swordsmen aren't Pillar-level; they don't have...

Chapter 148 Scribe Model One

"S-senpai"

The village chief suddenly spoke, his words stammering.

Upon hearing his words, the Scribe quickly waved his hand.

"No, don't call me that."

A distressed expression appeared on his face; Scribe couldn't accept being called "senior" by an elderly man in his seventies or eighties.

"Then, the Mister Scribe?"

Swallowing hard, Tetsuji Kawara Tetsushin said slowly.

"Could I do you a favor?"

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together, his face full of embarrassment.

"What's wrong?"

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe gestured for him to speak.

With a chuckle, Tie Dihé Yuán recounted his story.

Although the craftsmen at the time used the best materials when manufacturing the Scribe Model One and Yoriichi Zero Type.

However, due to the ravages of time, both machines have suffered considerable damage.

Some extremely precise movements can no longer be performed as they were at the beginning.

Therefore, Tie Dihé Yuán hopes that the Scribe can recreate the Divine Sword Skill for them.

Firstly, it would allow them to witness the power of the Sun Breathing; secondly, they also wanted to complete the repairs on Scribe Model One and Yoriichi Zero Type.

After hearing Tie Dihé Yuán's request, the Scribe remained silent.

His facial expression was very calm, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

The swordsmiths stood there, quietly waiting for his answer.

Shinobu Butterfly, standing to the side, also remained silent, only glancing at the Scribe from time to time.

Although she knew about demons and Breathing Technique, she had never witnessed the complete version of Sun Breathing.

Tie Dihé Yuán's request undoubtedly piqued her curiosity.

After a long while, the Scribe slowly spoke.

"Let me take a look at the Scribe Model One and the Yoriichi Zero Type first."

Upon hearing the Scribe's reply, Tie Dihé Yuán's eyes lit up.

"Hey, I'll take you there right away."

He nodded hastily, and his aged body seemed to be equipped with a high-powered engine, rushing outside.

Seeing this, the other swordsmiths quickly followed.

Soon, under their guidance, the Scribe and Shinobu Butterfly met the Scribe Model One.

"The key to Yoriichi Zero Type is not with us."

"If you wish, Mister Scribe, I will send someone right now..."

Looking at the Scribe, Tie Dihé Yuán looked somewhat embarrassed.