The Demon Slayer Corps Members Who Were Thoroughly Duped by the Librarian / Two Years Have Passed; The Butterfly Sisters Hunt Demons Together

Rengoku KyoJuro scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face.

"A plaster? What would I need that for? I don't have any wounds."

Seeing that Kyojuro didn't understand what he meant, Sabito didn't say anything more.

Well, sometimes, using words to express oneself is a very weak choice.

Learning through his own body is the best thing for Rengoku KyoJuro to do right now.

"Fine, go ahead. Good luck."

"Good!"

After waving goodbye to the two, Rengoku KyoJuro strode towards the location announced by the Scribe.

He had no idea what kind of pain he was about to experience.

Chapter 158 The Demon Slayer Corps Were Trapped by the Scribe

Upon arriving at the training location, Rengoku KyoJuro quickly immersed himself in training.

The goal set for these people by the Scribe was very simple: there was only one.

After their own training, they grew up to be able to take on three of themselves by themselves.

Upon hearing this goal, everyone—from ordinary swordsmen to top-tier members Sanemi Shinazugawa who were about to become Pillars, and even established Pillars like Himejima Gyomei —stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

One against three?

If someone else said this, they would probably think it was a joke.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, with his fiery temper, might even deliver a sarcastic remark with an unfriendly expression.

But the fact that it was the Scribe said such a thing makes it seem plausible.

Of course, not everyone has this kind of confidence.

As for those team members who lacked confidence, Scribe sighed and said he could understand.

"How about this, I'll relax your requirements a little bit."

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, not everyone is as freakish as a Pillar-level player.

"Each of you only needs to be able to take on 2.99 of your previous selves."

As she spoke, a hint of helplessness appeared on the Scribe's face.

The expression seemed to say, "We've already given you the maximum leeway, so don't continue. Just accept it."

However, upon hearing this, the team members all looked ashen-faced as if they had eaten expired food.

Indeed, as the Scribe said, it was only a little bit.

With a chuckle, the Scribe continued.

"By the way, during my training, no one is allowed to run away. Anyone who runs away will have to train twice as hard!"

Ah?!

Shocked, some of the team members who were considering giving up were filled with despair upon hearing this.

What a joke! In the Scribe's view, if he could just leave his training session whenever he wanted, what authority would he have left?

Ignoring the expressions on the team members' faces, Scribe directly announced the start of training.

The initial training wasn't actually too tough; after all, the Scribe wasn't a demon, was he?

Considering that people cannot be generalized, the Scribe plans to gradually improve their individual physical conditions.

While it may not be possible to raise everyone's physical abilities to the Pillar level, it can at least raise them by several levels.

Needless to say, sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups were all included, and the Scribe even assigned each of them a stone.

At his insistence, everyone had to carry this stone during training.

Looking at the rock in front of them, which was a full tenth of their own weight, many team members showed struggling smiles.

"If you keep going, delicious food awaits you."

A simple sentence quickly caught the attention of the team members.

Under intense training, food and drink are naturally what they crave most.

The thought of the delicious Scribe waiting for them made their mouths water.

And so, amidst the shouts and cheers of the team members, the morning training session came to an end.

"Serve the food!"

With a slight smile, Scribe clapped her hands, indicating that the dishes could be served.

Soon, the hidden members came up carrying plates one by one.

Looking at the exquisitely presented food on the plate, the starving team members licked their dry lips.

The aroma wafted irresistibly into their noses, tempting their hungry stomachs to ravenously devour their food.

Glug glug.

Their long-awaited stomachs began to growl in dissatisfaction, as if telling the team members not to wait any longer and to hurry up and eat.

Scribe chuckled as he scanned the faces of the crowd.

He had experienced similar situations before, so he was well aware of the body's craving for food in such circumstances.

"Eat!"

After receiving the Scribe's permission, they immediately pounced on him.

But their expressions changed instantly the moment the food entered their mouths.

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

"Damn it, what is this smell?"

"I feel like I'm eating tree bark. What does that feel like?"

A strange smile appeared on his lips, Scribe shrugged.

"I said it was delicious food, but I didn't say it was tasty."

As he spoke, the Scribe pointed to a piece of food that had not yet been eaten.

"Look, this is beautiful, delicious, isn't it? It's a delicacy."

Seeing the innocent smile on Scribe's face, the team members felt an uncontrollable fire surging within them.

Damn it, why can't I stop wanting to hit someone?

Of course, this situation only exists in their minds.

The team members were well aware that if they made a move, they would probably be beaten badly by the Scribe.

Even if we don't talk about competing with Nichirin Blade, in hand-to-hand combat alone, the Scribe could defeat them.

If the Scribe's hands and feet are tied up, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat him one-on-one.

"By the way, I really hate people who waste food."

After saying that, the Scribe took a piece of food and handed it to Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Just as I managed to suppress the urge to vomit, another piece appeared in front of me.

It wasn't that he disliked it, it's just that the taste of this food was truly outrageous.

It tastes like half-fermented cheese mixed with dried tree bark, then soaked in expired lemonade for three days and three nights, and then taken out to dry and ground into powder.

The taste is simply too sour and refreshing.

Of course, he also knew that the Scribe wouldn't deliberately try to disgust them.

Making them eat these things is definitely for their health.

His face paled, and after a moment's hesitation, Sanemi Shinazugawa took the food from the Scribe's hands.

Just as he was about to eat, Scribe suddenly interrupted him.

"Wait, don't eat yet."

Just when he thought he was spared this pain, the Scribe's next words plunged him into a new depression.

"Have you forgotten something?"

After a moment of surprise, Shinazugawa realized what was happening.

"Thank you, Mister Scribe, for the food you prepared for us."

A smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face, Sanemi Shinazugawa's face was all scrunched up.

"Okay, eat up."

With a satisfied smile on his face, Scribe patted Sanemi Shinazugawa on the shoulder.

"Remember to eat slowly, no rush, don't choke."

"Good."

Looking at the food in his hand, Sanemi's face showed a determined expression.

Then, he opened his mouth wide and threw the food in.

He swallowed it almost without chewing it.

Seeing that Sanemi had finished all the food, the Scribe nodded.

This situation is likely to continue for a long time.

Chapter 159 The two-year period has passed, and the Kocho Sisters hunt ghosts together.

And so, under the Scribe's tutelage, the entire Demon Slayer Corps was plunged into an endless cycle of "strengthening."

The Scribe helped them train not only their bodies and swordsmanship, but also their spirit.

Normally, physical fighting ability might be more important.

However, when they are locked in a fierce battle with the demons, the importance of mental strength becomes apparent.

The side with stronger willpower and who can persevere for longer is more likely to win.

The training for Scribe is relatively simple: to make them endure.

Endure the bitter cold, endure the scorching heat, endure everything that was previously unbearable.

The character for "endurance" is composed of a blade above and a heart below.

When this sharp blade hangs over your heart, refusing to fall, your mind will be exceptionally clear.

At first, many team members couldn't persevere.

If it weren't for the Scribe's rule that they couldn't leave at will, and that they should train to the point of death as long as they didn't die, these guys probably would have already tried to escape.

But as time went on, they were all surprised to find that their physical fitness and swordsmanship had improved significantly.

Although the "delicious food" that the Scribe had prepared for them tasted "delicious," it quickly turned into a refreshing feeling after they were eaten.

Wherever the coolness reaches, the aches and pains in the body will be reduced.

Furthermore, having already tasted success, they naturally persisted.

And so, his four-month training program came to an end.

The moment the Scribe announced the end of training, all the team members hugged each other, their faces full of tears.

They weren't celebrating passing the trial, nor were they happy about their growth.

Most importantly, they finally "escaped" from the Scribe's clutches!

Thinking about everything that had happened in the past two months, some team members felt a chill run down their spines and their calves were trembling.

If given another chance, many people would probably choose to give up.

Nowadays, in their eyes, the Scribe is not only a powerful swordsman, but also a "demon" who shows no mercy when training people.