Well, Well, Well-If It Isn't Doma / Doma Is Scared Off

"Perhaps this way of helping should be widely promoted."

After careful consideration, the Scribe realized that this method could be a precaution and further reduce the mortality rate of the team members.

After explaining things to the Kocho Sisters, all that was left to do was wait.

The Kocho Sisters also went out to gather intelligence as required by their mission.

Soon, as time passed, night fell.

Meanwhile, outside the town, a figure was slowly walking towards them.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wore a strange hat on his head, and his hair was the color of blood. He had an iron fan in his hand and at his waist.

He had a carefree smile on his face and was humming a little tune.

Upper Rank Two, Doma, is approaching.

Chapter 161 Oh my, isn't that Doma?

As Doma walked towards them, the Kocho Sisters had already returned to the inn.

"Is everything ready?"

With a slight smile, Scribe addressed the two.

"Yes, the ghost's location has been roughly determined."

Kanae Butterfly nodded, a rare hint of helplessness appearing on her beautiful face.

Even within the Demon Slayer Corps, Kanae Butterfly is a very unique individual.

She was a sympathetic ghost.

Because ghosts were once the same kind of creatures as humans, she felt sympathy for them.

In her view, ghost hunting is not only about saving ghosts and killing the people they have eaten, but also about freeing ghosts from the tragic karma and allowing them to be reincarnated sooner.

Scribe didn't say much about her thoughts.

Everyone has their own reasons for carrying a knife, and he rarely makes any judgments.

However, Kanae Kocho's reason was seen as "overly gentle" by Himejima Gyomei.

When the Kocho Sisters first joined the Demon Slayer Corps, he bluntly stated that wielding a sword with such thoughts would only lead to their needless deaths.

If even the belief in Demon Slayer is so "abnormal," how could a swordsman wielding a knife possibly persevere?

If it weren't for knowing that the two girls were introduced by the Scribe, Yaozai Himejima Gyomei, making them give up the idea of joining the team.

However, the Kocho Sisters shattered Himejima's viewpoint with their actions.

So what if you're a sympathetic ghost? So what if you lack muscle mass?

The Kocho Sisters proved with their own minds that girls can also hunt ghosts.

Today, they have become an integral part of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The two sisters also made a pact, prepared to sacrifice themselves to protect the happiness of others.

"If everything is ready, we'll set off."

Pushing open the door, the Scribe gestured for them to enter.

If this ghost hunt goes smoothly, he'll just be a spectator, so naturally he can't steal the spotlight from the "protagonist."

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Kanae Butterfly spoke softly.

"Then let's set off."

After saying that, she led Shinobu Butterfly out of the room.

The Scribe didn't say anything, but silently followed.

Not far from the hotel, Scribe suddenly stopped and frowned.

Shinobu Butterfly was walking ahead of the Scribe, noticed something was wrong with the Scribe, stopped, and turned around to ask.

"Mister Scribe, what's wrong?"

"No, let's keep going."

With a wave of his hand, the strange expression on Scribe's face vanished instantly, returning to its previous state.

Despite some doubts, Shinobu Butterfly quickened her pace and caught up with her older sister.

As the Scribe lifted his foot, he glanced in one direction.

This feeling is exactly the same as the feeling I had back in the Entertainment District.

No, it should be said that although they are essentially the same, the aura is much stronger.

So, Doma really did come after all.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe subconsciously placed his hand on the Nichirin Blade at his waist.

If they really encountered Doma, she wouldn't let the Kocho Sisters face him.

How could I possibly let the regrets from the original work happen before my eyes?

"Doma, you'd better pray for yourself."

Scribe silently muttered a phrase to himself before following after them.

At the same time, Doma, who was walking towards the town, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and then he sneezed uncontrollably.

He shuddered and then slowly regained his composure.

"Strange, why am I sneezing?"

Doma closed the fan, rested one end against his chin, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

Not to mention his own body after turning into a demon, which is no longer human, even when he was still a human, the Young Master never got sick.

But he always felt that he had a similar feeling more than a hundred years ago.

"Well, never mind."

After thinking for a while, Doma gave up on this trivial matter.

More than a sudden sneeze, he had a feeling that something unknown was waiting for him in the town not far ahead.

"It's been a long time since I've had a delicious young girl."

With his eyes narrowed, Doma seemed to be recalling something happy.

I wonder if a delicious feast awaits me ahead.

At this moment, led by the Kocho Sisters, the Scribe also arrived at the location of the ghost.

After concealing themselves, they began to wait.

When the moon had already tilted and it was late at night, the ghost finally appeared.

This time, the demon's shape is rather strange; it looks like a slime, all sticky and gooey.

His strength was also relatively weak, so weak that after the Scribe took one look at him, he didn't want to look at him a second time.

Of course, this so-called weakness is evaluated according to the standards of Scribe.

From the perspective of the Demon Slayer Corps members, this demon, whose strength is almost on par with the Lower Rank level, is capable of wiping out an entire squad.

Fortunately, this time it was the Pillar-level Kanae Butterfly and the future Pillar-level Shinobu Butterfly who made the move.

It must be said that the two sisters have their own unique rhythm in battle.

The tall and slender Kanae Butterfly attacked from the front, drawing most of the demon's attention and attacks.

Meanwhile, the petite Shinobu Butterfly employed guerrilla tactics, occasionally using her Nichirin Blade to make a hole in her opponent's body and inject the venom of the Wisteria.

With their combined efforts, the slime quickly became extremely weak.

Watching the Kocho Sisters' attacks, which were as swift and graceful as if they were flitting through flowers, the Scribe was standing to the side with his back against the wall, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Watching beautiful girls fight is just the best!

Thinking back to when he trained Tomioka Giyu and Sabito in the Mt. Sagiri, Scribe was very curious about how he got through it.

In the end, the demon, weakened to its extreme, was stabbed to death on the ground by Shinobu Butterfly.

"Well done."

Kanae Butterfly gave her younger sister a thumbs-up, clearly satisfied with her demon-hunting performance.

She was already a Pillar-level demon hunter, and no matter how many demons she hunted, she couldn't level up. So this time, her purpose in coming out was more to help Shinobu Butterfly gain more credit.

Even if the credit for this achievement is calculated separately, it will still be a significant sum for Shinobu Butterfly.

Just as Kanae Kocho walked up to Shinobu Butterfly, intending to praise her, applause suddenly broke out around them.

"Oh my, I'm so lucky! I never expected to meet two such lovely ladies here."

A male voice rang out, full of excitement, sounding as if he was very happy.

However, to the Kocho Sisters, the man who appeared at this time and place was probably no ordinary person.

It can only be a ghost outside of its mission!

Thinking of this, the Nichirin Blade that had just been retrieved was instantly drawn back.

Kanae Kocho and Shinobu stood back to back, their eyes wide open, observing everything around them.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just very happy."

The male voice rang out again, followed by a voice emerging from the shadows.

It was Doma.

The Kocho Sisters turned pale the moment they saw Doma.

They could clearly feel the immense pressure emanating from the man in front of them.

That was a pressure that no single ghost, no, all the ghosts combined, could ever exert.

Faced with this pressure, the two sisters were like two Kocho dancing in front of a spider, always on the verge of crashing into each other's "web" and dying.

The stronger Kanae Butterfly swallowed hard, knowing that she probably wouldn't last a single round against the demon before her.

"Someone has to get this guy's information out!"

Kanae Kocho unconsciously tightened her grip on the knife, her mind racing as she considered various options and countermeasures.

Seeing that the two women in front of him did not speak, Doma suddenly paused, as if he had realized something.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, it's our first time meeting, I completely forgot to introduce myself."

He opened the fan, covering half of his face, and Doma, narrowed slightly.

"I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, another male voice interrupted him.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Doma?"

Chapter 162 Doma was scared away

The moment Kanae Kocho heard the Scribe's voice, her heart, which had been "stuck in her throat" due to nervousness, instantly returned to her chest.

Yes, no matter how strong the ghost in front of us is, it can't be stronger than the Mister Scribe.

She took a deep breath and could clearly feel that a lot of sweat had appeared on her forehead and back.

That's because the body reacted subconsciously under unprecedented pressure.

Before hearing the Scribe's voice, Kanae Kocho was prepared to risk her life to hold off Doma, giving Shinobu Butterfly enough time to escape.

But now it seems that all my thoughts were unnecessary.

Unlike Kanae Butterfly, Doma's smiling face froze the moment he heard the Scribe's voice.

The upturned corners of his mouth looked like they were glued on, stuck together like a twitching PowerPoint presentation.

Even with his eyes narrowed, the veins on his brows throbbed wildly.

Although he didn't turn around, he could sense that the man was right behind him!