Someone Blocked the Librarian's Way / Night Raid

Kanao Tsuyuri clenched her fists, a look of struggle appearing on her face.

"I don't want to be taken care of all the time. It's not that I feel uncomfortable doing that, but that I want to take care of others!"

This was the first time Kanao Tsuyuri had spoken so much, and she herself didn't know why she was suddenly so excited.

A blush rose on her face from excitement, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Really? You want to take care of other people?"

After listening to Kanao Tsuyuri's words, Kanae Kocho smiled and said.

"Are you prepared to face everything that may come your way in the future?"

"If you embark on this path, you may experience the death of a close friend, the passing of a teammate, or face an invincible enemy, and turn into a skeleton at a young age."

"Even so, do you still intend to wield the Nichirin Blade and become a formal swordsman?"

Looking into Kanao Tsuyuri's eyes, Kanae Kocho seemed to be trying to find the answer.

Without flinching, Kanao Tsuyuri at her opponent, her eyes showing no fear.

"Yes, I'm ready."

"In that case, come find me tomorrow, and I'll teach you the Flower Breathing."

"But... oh?"

Kanae Kocho's words clearly stunned Kanao Tsuyuri, who hadn't expected the other party to agree to her request so easily.

With a slight smile, Kanae Kocho said.

'What, do you not like me teaching you?'

Although she knew the other person was teasing her, Kanao Tsuyuri couldn't help but wave her hand quickly to indicate that she didn't mean it that way.

When Kanae Kocho and Kanao Tsuyuri finished their discussion, Scribe had finally finished his discussion with Shinobu Butterfly.

Judging from the beads of sweat on the Scribe's forehead and Shinobu Butterfly's beaming smile, Shinobu Butterfly was undoubtedly the winner of this "negotiation."

Although he felt somewhat helpless, when Scribe saw the smile on Kanae Kocho's face, he couldn't help but smile too.

In this way, I can consider it a small way of making amends to her.

Chapter 172 The Scribe Was Blocked

After the "discussion" ended, the Scribe left the Butterfly Mansion.

Kanao Tsuyuri was initially asked to stay by the Kocho Sisters.

After all, in their view, staying in the Butterfly Mansion was closer to learning Breathing Technique.

However, Kanao Tsuyuri said that she had something very important and of great sentimental value in the house, so she needed to go back and tidy it up before coming back.

"Alright, that's all I can do for you. The rest is up to you."

As they walked, Scribe looked at Kanao Tsuyuri beside him and reached out to pat her little head.

Although the Scribe didn't use much force, for some reason, Kanao Tsuyuri's face turned slightly red.

Noticing the fleeting blush, a hint of surprise appeared on the Scribe's face.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Without saying a word, Kanao Tsuyuri simply shook her head.

"That's good."

With a slight smile, Scribe turned his gaze to the distance and said softly.

"Even though you've become a disciple of a Pillar-level member, you can't let your guard down."

He stretched, and a faint "clicking" sound came from his body.

"How about we make a deal?"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the sun that had already risen in the distance.

"Let the sun be our witness, shall we?"

Although the Scribe was laughing, Kanao Tsuyuri couldn't detect any joking in his expression or tone.

She remained silent, but slowly nodded.

"Then when we meet again next time, you must become a full-fledged female team member."

After speaking, he extended his right hand, his little finger slightly raised.

Kanao Tsuyuri paused for a moment when she saw the little finger of the Scribe's outstretched right hand.

Although she didn't know the meaning of this, she could roughly understand that it was a way of making an agreement.

"Good."

There were no extra words, only the simple word "good".

But for Kanao Tsuyuri, a promise is a promise she must keep.

He also extended his right little finger and hooked it together with the Scribe's little finger.

Two disproportionate hands waved in the air a few times before separating.

"Therefore, our agreement is established."

"Mister Scribe, are you leaving?"

Suddenly, Kanao Tsuyuri had been looking down, spoke up.

"Are you leaving the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"Yes, I need to leave for a while."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Scribe looked at the distant sun and spoke slowly.

I haven't been back to see them for a long time, and I don't know how they are doing.

Are they important people to you?

Upon hearing Kanao Tsuyuri's words, the Scribe did not hesitate at all, but simply smiled faintly.

"Of course, they are very important to me."

"And what about me? I mean, are the Demon Slayer Corps members also important to you, Mister Scribe?"

Kanao Tsuyuri's words sounded a bit unreasonable. After all, it was rather abrupt and illogical to ask someone's opinion of others when they were talking about someone important to them.

But Scribe wasn't angry. She just patted her head again and gently rubbed her hair.

"Whether it's important or not isn't something I can say; shouldn't you already have the answer to this question in your heart?"

As he spoke, the Scribe released his hand that was gently rubbing Kanao Tsuyuri's head.

"Alright, I'm leaving now. Don't disappoint me."

By the time Kanao Tsuyuri looked up, the Scribe had already disappeared from the spot.

He was nowhere to be seen, not even on the surrounding streets and houses.

Feeling the lingering warmth in her hair, Kanao Tsuyuri fell silent.

Only one voice grew louder and louder in her heart.

"Mister Scribe, I will not let you down."

After leaving the Demon Slayer Corps, Scribe walked in the direction he remembered.

However, he did not head in one direction with a specific purpose. Instead, he stopped in the towns along the way for a period of time to gather relevant information.

After all these years, he didn't know if Tamayo and the others had stayed in one place all this time.

Fortunately, he managed to gather some useful intelligence in a bustling small town.

The company that he and Tamayo founded is now called "Tsukishiki Investment Co., Ltd..", which has many subsidiaries, including "Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals", "Tsukishiki Construction", and "Tsukishiki Garments".

Among these subsidiaries, Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is the most well-known and closest to people's daily lives.

In addition to supplying civilians, Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals also had connections with the Cabinet and received a large number of orders from the latter.

Moreover, the medicines produced by Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals were shipped overseas and supplied to several countries.

Even on a global scale, Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals enjoys a certain reputation.

It could be said that, without Scribe's knowledge, the company he had suddenly come up with and established had already become a behemoth.

Upon hearing this news, the Scribe couldn't help but wipe away imaginary sweat from his forehead.

"Wow, is it really that exaggerated?"

The Scribe muttered very softly, but a nearby drinker with sharp ears heard it.

A smile appeared on his face, and then he patted the Scribe on the shoulder and said loudly.

"You have to believe me, my friend. Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is a top-tier company right now, and its market price is extremely high."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to take a sip of wine.

"A friend of mine also told me some inside information: the leader of this company is an absolute beauty."

After he finished speaking, a flush of drunkenness appeared on his face.

He let out a burp, and his eyes began to glaze over.

"Don't you believe me? There's a headquarters for Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals Tokyo Prefecture. I saw it with my own eyes."

"Use these eyes!"

He pointed two fingers to his eyes, and finally succumbed to the numbing effects of alcohol, collapsing to the ground.

Looking at the drunkard who had collapsed onto the table and fallen into a deep sleep, the Scribe smiled helplessly.

"Settle the bill."

The Scribe gestured for the waiter to come over and pointed to the patron next to him who was fast asleep.

"I'll settle this guy's account too."

After settling the bill, the Scribe headed towards Tokyo Prefecture.

Now that he knew the exact location, he wasn't in a hurry anymore.

Enjoying the mountains and rivers along the way and appreciating the beauty of nature, Scribe felt that it would be quite nice to experience such a life occasionally.

It took him several more days to leisurely arrive in Tokyo Prefecture.

Looking at the "town," or rather the city, that had undergone tremendous changes, Scribe grinned.

"Hey, long time no see."

As he spoke, he walked inside.

Then, they were stopped outside.

"Sir, if you want to go in, please tidy yourself up."

Chapter 173 Night Raid

Looking at the guards blocking his way, the Scribe didn't speak, but just narrowed his eyes.

Although he thought he had a pretty good temper, being blocked in his way was not an easy thing to do.

Noticing the displeasure on the Scribe's face, the gatekeeper couldn't help but cough.

"Sir, it's not that we meant it, it's just that you look like this."

As he spoke, he took a mirror from the side and handed it to the Scribe.

Looking at the expression on the other person's face, Scribe felt somewhat puzzled.

But all of this was revealed after he took the mirror.

The mirror reflected a man with a beard covering half his face and some dirt on his face.

Not only that, the man's hair was also messy and had some morning dew on it.