From the Dance to the Flame Dance, a cycle that repeats itself endlessly.
This time, the Scribe did not rush forward, but instead walked over slowly.
Unlike him, Number One, being a machine, took a step forward and used the momentum to jump into the air.
Then, he used the Thirteenth Form as well.
As the dark shadow in mid-air drew closer, Scribe suddenly smiled slightly.
"You lost."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe's arms, which were gripping the knife, disappeared.
Countless slashes appeared in the air, piercing through the body of Scribe Model One.
Then, the Scribe suddenly released his suppressed power.
He remained completely calm despite the three knives aimed at his face.
"Ha!"
With a loud roar, a massive surge of air erupted from the Scribe's body.
Wherever the air pressure reaches, the dust on the ground is blown away.
Some small grasses that weren't deeply rooted were even uprooted and blown into the air.
The Scribe Model One, which was attacking the Scribe, was blown into dust in an instant.
Yes, dust.
It became a speck of dust, barely visible to the naked eye and less than a millimeter long.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe stepped forward with his left foot.
Then, he looked up to the sky and roared.
This roar wasn't particularly loud.
But to Shinobu Butterfly, who was far away, it was so clear and shocking.
The Scribe's voice seemed to have boundless penetrating power, deeply imprinting itself on her heart.
Not only that, she also felt that the Scribe was different now.
Although there was no change in appearance, a significant change occurred inside.
It was as if they had broken through.
Just now, the finger that was touching the rubber layer turned into a steel needle and pierced it.
Scribe felt the restrictions within his body being lifted, and then he stepped into a new world.
That's why he was able to shred Scribe Model One into dust even while suppressing his own power.
That roar was a burst of uncontrollable joy after his breakthrough, but more than that, it was a feeling that even he couldn't describe.
Now, the Scribe's long-dormant strength has been enhanced once again.
The pinnacle of swordsmanship.
The ultimate level of Breathing Technique.
On a whim, he came to the Swordsmith Village, where he received an unexpected gift.
Chapter 150 Upper Rank One, the Ubume
"Is this the power of the Ultimate level?"
Scribe slowly exhaled, closed his eyes, and felt the power within his body.
After reaching the ultimate level, the power within the body has undergone earth-shattering changes.
It's no longer the same feeling as before, like it's flowing through my body like blood.
Instead, it truly became a part of the body, which could be mobilized at will.
If the Scribe wanted to, he could suppress his strength to the point where he was no better than a beginner swordsman.
But this suppression is like a thin sheet of paper; the Scribe can remove it with a gentle poke.
It can be said that the current Scribe has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and Breathing Technique.
"Phew~"
Scribe exhaled a faint breath of white air, and then he opened his eyes.
Although his appearance has not changed at all, his temperament has changed.
Like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath, it is restrained yet deadly.
Looking at the Scribe Model One, which had already been blown far away by the wind, his lips suddenly twitched.
"This is troublesome; it's impossible to explain now."
The Scribe felt a headache coming on when he thought about how Tetsuji Kawara Tetsushin had initially asked him for help.
At the same time, Shinobu Butterfly quietly approached.
"Mister Scribe, you... he... me..."
She pointed at the Scribe, then at the spot where Scribe Model One had been, her face full of astonishment.
Admittedly, she knew that the Scribe was very capable.
However, the ability to instantly slice a machine into dust-sized fragments was far beyond her imagination.
With a slight smile, Scribe offered no explanation and simply walked away into the distance.
Seeing this, Shinobu Butterfly could only silently walk up to them.
Since you won't tell me, I'll keep following you. I don't believe you won't reveal any clues.
After finding Tetsuji Kawara Tetsushin, the Scribe did not hide anything and told the story of how he had shredded Scribe Model One.
After hearing the Scribe's words, Tie Dihé Yuán did not show any anger.
"This mechanical doll was originally made based on you. I hope it can help you in the end. If our ancestor knew this, he would be happy."
Upon hearing Tie Dihé Yuán's words, Scribe was slightly startled.
While that's true, the creation of the Scribe Model One wouldn't have been possible without the efforts of Tie Ke and his team.
This doesn't just belong to the Scribe!
However, Tie Dihé Yuán showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he generously told the Scribe not to worry.
Thinking of Tie Ke kneeling before him that night, begging him to demonstrate his swordsmanship, Scribe felt it was a blessing that he hadn't refused him that night.
"Mister Scribe, is there anything else?"
Suddenly, Tie Dihé Yuán spoke up and asked the Scribe.
"If not, you can rest in the village. We have many hot springs here that can help relieve fatigue?"
Spa?
Upon hearing this, the Scribe raised an eyebrow.
He remembered that the original work did mention that there was a hot spring in the Swordsmith Village.
With a slight nod, the Scribe did not refuse his kindness.
"I see."
Seeing that the Scribe did not refuse, Tie Dihé Yuán left with the other swordsmiths.
Before leaving, he told the Scribe that he could come to the village chief's house to find him if he needed anything.
As night fell, after having dinner, the Scribe headed toward a hot spring.
With half her body submerged in the hot spring, a serene expression appeared on Scribe's face.
This relaxing feeling is so comfortable.
After soaking in the hot spring for a while, Scribe suddenly felt something was wrong.
On the surface of the water in front of us, there seemed to be two different ripples.
One share is yours, but who owns the other?
His gaze turned slightly cold, and the Scribe's mind began to race.
The Nichirin Blade was on the shore not far away, but the ripples on the water indicated that it wasn't too far from me.
This is Swordsmith Village, so there shouldn't be any demons invading here.
Even if Upper Rank 4 or 5 were to invade in the future, that would be several years from now.
Furthermore, since I didn't sense any ghostly presence, it's highly likely that the person coming is human.
Thinking this, Scribe reached out towards the area where the ripples were spreading.
After rounding a large rock, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Shinobu Butterfly was there!
Scribe's eye twitched; all she wanted to know was why she was here.
At that moment, Shinobu Butterfly also sensed someone behind her.
Turning around, I saw the Scribe.
For a moment, the two found themselves in an awkward situation.
In the quiet night, a cold wind blew slowly. Although most of Scribe's body was soaking in the hot spring, his heart was indeed ice-cold at this moment.
After a long while, the Scribe let out a long sigh and slowly said.
"Wow, the moon is so round tonight."
Shinobu Butterfly raised her head, looked at the moon which resembled a sickle, and her lips twitched violently.
Seeing that Shinobu Butterfly remained silent, the Scribe had no choice but to speak again.
Have you eaten?
Her expression changed, Shinobu Butterfly coughed before replying.
"Have eaten."
"What did you eat? Are you full?"
It's not the Scribe's fault; the moon tonight is just too bright and too pale.
Although Shinobu Butterfly had a bath towel hanging in front of her, it was already soaked.
Or rather, the soaking wet towel covering her body gave off an even more inexplicable feeling.
After coughing a few times, Scribe turned around and waded back to where he had just been.
Shinobu Butterfly realized what was happening, her face flushed, and she instinctively wrapped the towel in front of her tighter.
Leaning against a large rock, the Scribe looked at the moon and suddenly spoke.
"How does it feel to join the Demon Slayer Corps?"
When asked by the Scribe, Shinobu Butterfly was taken aback for a moment before slowly answering.
"It feels okay. I was a little unaccustomed at first, but the swordsmen in the team were all very kind to my sister and me."
"Is that so? That's good."
Moistened by the hot spring water, Shinobu Butterfly's hair clung to her forehead, and her eyes were also somewhat watery.
"Mister Scribe, do you think we'll die on our demon-hunting journey?"
After hearing Shinobu Butterfly's words, Scribe remained silent.
After a long while, his voice slowly rang out.
"No, I won't let you die."
"Kibutsuji Muzan is the enemy of us Sun Breathing swordsmen, and I will not let him harm you."
The Scribe's words were flat, and no emotional fluctuation could be detected in them.