As the village chief, he knew that the key to unlocking Yoriichi Zero Type had been passed down to the next generation.
His name, I think, is Kotetsu?
"Fine."
Scribe shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to go.
This doesn't mean he didn't want to witness the power of Yoriichi Zero Type, but rather that, in his view, since it was something left behind by his master, it must have its reasons.
Moreover, although he also uses the Sun Breathing, there are subtle differences between his breathing technique and that of Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Most importantly, he knew that the person Yoriichi Zero Type was waiting for was not himself.
Instead, it is the future Kamado Tanjiro.
Turning his gaze to the Scribe Model One in front of him, the Scribe then spoke.
"Start it up, let me see what it's like."
"Yes!"
Tie Dihé Yuán stepped forward and took out an old-fashioned key from his pocket.
Then, he walked up to Scribe Model One.
The appearance of No. 1 is somewhat similar to Yoriichi Zero Type, as both were created based on the appearance and template of either the Scribe or Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Both designs feature six arms, aiming to recreate the swordsmanship of the individuals involved to the greatest extent possible.
Tie Dihé Yuán tapped on Scribe Model One's chest, then pressed on his forehead.
With a snap, a piece of metal popped out of Number One's chest, revealing something shaped like a keyhole.
Upon seeing his actions, Scribe felt his face twitch slightly.
Pressing on the top of the head—this is an action you shouldn't try to imitate.
Why can't they learn from the Yoriichi Zero Type and put a keyhole on the back of their neck?
However, what Tie Dihé Yuán next surprised Scribe even more.
He chuckled and said with a hint of shame on his face.
"Actually, when Scribe Model One was first installed, the keyhole was not placed here."
After saying that, he pointed to the back of the machine.
"To avoid unnecessary trouble, we initially chose this location."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe quickly extended his hand and said.
"Alright, get him started quickly."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tie Dihé Yuán quickly inserted the key and gently turned it.
The Scribe Model One trembled slightly, and then its body began to move.
Upon seeing that Number One had been activated, Tie Dihé Yuán quickly retrieved the key and then closed the metal plate.
He waved and led the other swordsmiths off into the distance.
As he ran, he spoke to the Scribe.
"Mister Scribe, the rest is up to you!"
Just as the Scribe was wondering why he said that, the Scribe Model One's actions began to change.
At first, it moved like an old, rusty machine, making creaking and groaning noises.
It appears that there is no threat whatsoever.
But as time went on, the Scribe noticed that Number One's movements were getting faster and faster.
Moreover, the knives in his six hands began to move differently.
With First Form of creaking sounds, the six knives began to swing.
The three swords on the left side of the body are raised high to the left rear of the body, while the three swords on the right side of the body are to the right rear.
Immediately afterwards, all six knives were suddenly swung out at the same time.
The sword technique before him was extremely familiar; Scribe himself had already mastered it thoroughly.
This is the starting stance of Sun Breathing * First Form * Dance!
"Interesting!"
With a slight smile, Scribe couldn't help but feel a little curious about the little gadget that Tie He had made back then.
He originally thought it was just a simple teaching tool.
But judging from the opening stance just now, it's clear that the current Scribe Model One can actually replicate my sword skills.
Although this swordsmanship is full of flaws compared to my current self.
If the Scribe wanted to, he could easily destroy it.
But considering his own abilities at the time, Scribe couldn't help but admire Tie Ke as a true genius.
This gave the Scribe a strange feeling.
He had a premonition that his swordsmanship, which had not improved for a long time, might see a breakthrough with this "Scribe Model One".
Thinking of this, his heart began to beat faster, almost against his will.
He turned around and spoke to Shinobu Butterfly beside him.
"Step back a bit, or you might get hurt."
Trusting the Scribe, Shinobu Butterfly nodded and then jumped back a few times to a relatively safe position.
At this moment, the Scribe could proceed with confidence and boldness.
Chapter 149 Supreme-Level Abilities
Under the influence of that feeling, the Scribe chose to suppress his strength for the first time.
Then, he drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and charged toward Scribe Model One.
In response to Number One's use of the Dance, the Scribe also chose the Dance to counter it.
With a powerful swing of his sword-wielding arm, a fiery slash flew out.
The slash collided with the six swords, instantly triggering a massive explosion.
Originally, this was an area located deep in the forest, specifically used for conducting experiments.
They specifically cleared out an area and stored some Tie Dihé Yuán wooden stakes.
But now, this place has become the arena for the battle between the Scribe and Number One.
The explosion sent flames shooting into the sky, and scattered sparks fell onto the surrounding wooden stakes.
The dry wooden stakes were quickly ignited, turning into one huge torch after another.
The Scribe glanced at the burning torches around him, his eyes remaining completely unmoved.
At the same time, the Scribe on the other side moved again.
The mechanical body suddenly lunged forward, stabbing towards the Scribe's lower body.
Azure Sky's raised hand gesture!
Without the slightest hesitation, the Scribe also used the Azure Sky technique.
"Sun Breathing * Second Form * Azure Sky"
What should have been an upward-moving force in the Azure Sky was transformed into a struggle close to the ground in the hands of the Scribe and Number One.
Number One wielded his six knives wildly, each strike aimed at the Food Scribe's vital points.
The Scribe countered each move, blocking all of Number One's attacks.
Moreover, he also found Number One's weakness by relying on his combat experience and excellent combat awareness.
The time that has passed for Scribe Model One is far too long, long enough that it may need to be activated again.
If the Scribe wants to win, he can simply unleash his suppressed power or just kill time.
But he didn't do that; he chose to confront Number One head-on.
With a horizontal slash, the Third Form of the Crimson Sun Mirror was unleashed.
The two slashes intersected and then canceled each other out.
Fourth Form, Fifth Form, Sixth Form...
The Scribe and the Scribe Model One on the opposite side continuously used the Sun Breathing, with both sides' attacks aimed at each other's fatal points.
As time went on, Scribe Model One began to experience delays.
The knife at the very top of his left hand broke off and became a piece of scrap metal.
"The six-sword style becomes the five-sword style."
With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe felt an even stronger, strange sensation in her heart.
He also had a premonition that the moment when Scribe Model One was destroyed would be the moment he broke through!
Without the slightest hesitation, he once again swung his Nichirin Blade at Scribe Model One.
Watching the Scribe battle with Scribe Model One, Shinobu Butterfly's eyes were filled with shock from afar.
She was a smart girl and knew that this was far from the true strength of the Scribe.
But what shocked her even more was that Scribe Model One could keep up with Scribe's movements.
This is a machine that has been around for over a century, yet it is comparable to a living, breathing Scribe.
This shows how skilled the craftsman who made it was.
Feeling the blood surging within her, Shinobu Butterfly forcefully suppressed the urge to rush into battle.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to watch the competition until the very end.
"The Halo Dragon Dance!"
A giant dragon made of flames appeared and coiled around the Scribe.
The bright red scales were so lifelike that the fire dragon seemed to come alive, letting out a low growl.
With the fiery dragon in tow, the Scribe charged toward Number One.
Seeing that the Scribe had launched an attack, Number One also rushed over.
Although there were no flames swirling around the blade in his hand, the trajectory of the sword still revealed it to be the Halo Dragon Dance.
One sword against five swords, and they clashed instantly.
Click click click.
The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal rang out, echoing through the once-silent forest.
With a slight twitch of his arm muscles, Scribe sent Number One flying.
Although he intentionally suppressed his strength, physical power is not something that can be weakened so easily.
Compared to back then, my physical fitness has improved by many times.
After this clash, Number One was left with only three knives.
One in the left hand, two in the right.
The Scribe also felt a slight tremor in his unknown membrane, as if a layer of rubber was being touched by a finger.
"It'll be soon, it'll be soon!"
With another forward charge, the Scribe collided with Number One once again.
After several attempts, all Twelfth Form were used.
Now, the final moment has arrived.
"Sun Breathing * Thirteenth Form"