Her eyes were bloodshot, and the mist within made Tamayo's beautiful pupils appear somewhat blurry.
With her arms outstretched, Scribe looked at Tamayo, who was experiencing the pear blossom rain not far away, and said softly.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, shouldn't we hug first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Scribe saw a beautiful figure rushing towards him.
Tamayo slammed through the table in front of her and rushed into the Scribe's arms like lightning.
He bent his arms and pulled Tamayo into his embrace.
The temperature was so familiar, and so was the scent.
Burying her head deep into the Scribe's arms, Tamayo couldn't help but snuggle closer to him.
It's too long, far too long.
How long has it been since Changtai felt this sense of security?
Without realizing it, her sobs grew louder and louder.
Looking at Tamayo, who was wailing in his arms, the Scribe remained silent.
This was the first time he had seen Tamayo so "distraught".
The fact that the once strong and shrewd Tamayo has become like this tonight shows just how much of a blow the return of the Scribe has dealt her.
Stroking her hair, Scribe's face showed a hint of apology.
Just as Tamayo sat down at the table, preparing to start writing in her notebook, he came up to her.
He originally wanted to give her a surprise, but when he sensed the sadness emanating from Tamayo, he remained silent.
It wasn't until she touched the "photo" of herself and her friend, tears streaming down her face, that Scribe finally spoke.
He realized that he owed the woman in front of him far too much.
"I..."
"Don't speak, just hold me tight."
Just as the Scribe was about to say something, Tamayo, who was in his arms, suddenly spoke, interrupting him.
Feeling the beauty in his arms gradually relax, Scribe closed his eyes and hugged her tightly.
After a while, Tamayo's crying gradually subsided.
Are you angry?
"It was there at first, but it disappeared after you came back."
There was no atmosphere in Tamayo's words, only a faint excitement.
Seeing that she thought that way, Scribe couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Noticing that the Scribe had fallen silent, Tamayo slowly raised her head.
Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke.
Gradually, a strange atmosphere began to permeate between the two of them.
Tamayo's cheeks began to turn red and hot, and her lips began to tremble slightly.
Gradually, her eyes began to become somewhat hazy, and a layer of mist appeared in them once again.
Seeing how captivating Tamayo was before him, the Scribe reacted instinctively.
He gently grasped her shoulders and then slowly pulled her into his arms.
Their faces drew closer and closer, and they could even feel each other's breath.
The Scribe's breath hit Tamayo's face, making her breathing become a little rapid.
Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, revealing her excited heart.
In the firelight, the distance between the two continued to shrink, and then...
Pushing the door open, Yushiro rushed in with an anxious expression.
"Tamayo, are you alright?"
As he spoke, his eyes kept darting around, trying to find the intruder.
But at that moment, he saw a man.
"Tamayo" was being held in the man's arms.
Although Tamayo's face is not clearly visible, her slightly trembling shoulders reveal that she must be extremely excited at this moment.
"You despicable thief, release Tamayo!"
Yushiro grabbed a chair from the ground and rushed over.
Although his Blood Demon Art was not good for combat, he had not received any related training.
But how could he stand by and do nothing when Tamayo was in danger?
If the Mister Scribe finds out, how am I supposed to explain this to him?
But just as Yushiro reached the man, a large hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
With his other hand, he grabbed Yushiro's head and squeezed it so hard it hurt.
"Such powerful strength! No wonder Tamayo couldn't resist!"
Startled, Yushiro knew he was no match for the man before him.
"No, we need to get Skin Taro here right away."
Although he usually disliked that arrogant guy, he had to admit that, in terms of combat power, that guy was the strongest among their oni.
He wields the sickle with great cunning and possesses formidable strength.
Gyutaro also contributed significantly to the company's development.
Currently, he is also the person in charge of overall security for the entire company.
"Prostitute..."
Yushiro opened his mouth to shout, he felt the hand gripping his face tighten.
Another immense force struck, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't speak.
Yushiro frantically shook his hands and feet, as if trying to break free from his restraints.
His free left hand and legs kept swinging forward, trying to inflict some damage on his opponent so he could escape.
"Are there really such powerful people among humans?"
The attacks with his hands and feet did not stop, and Yushiro was just as shocked.
I didn't sense the slightest ghostly aura from the other person.
In other words, the man in front of you is a pure human being.
Using a human body, he suppressed his demonic nature?
Although I'm not a combat type, I can still take on three humans by myself.
In all these years, Yushiro has only ever seen one person, the Scribe, who can suppress evil spirits with a human body.
What he couldn't understand even more was that he sensed a familiar aura from the man in front of him.
Just as his mind was racing, considering all the possibilities, Tamayo's voice suddenly came.
"Don't be too angry. Yushiro was only doing this for my safety."
"I know, but that brat Yushiro ruined the atmosphere, and I still have to vent my anger."
The moment he heard that voice, Yushiro remembered.
Isn't the man before me the Mister Scribe?
"Mister Scribe, is that you? It's me, Yushiro!"
Despite still having his head held by the Scribe, Yushiro was still able to speak after shouting.
"Of course I know you are Yushiro, so are you ready to accept your punishment?"
Chapter 176 Gyutaro Gets Tricked by Yushiro
Yushiro stated that he was completely unaware of the sudden appearance of the Scribe.
He only heard a crashing sound coming from Tamayo's previously peaceful room, and then came to ask what was going on.
If he hadn't heard Tamayo crying when he reached the room, he wouldn't have barged in so irrationally and unreasonably.
Of course, what he didn't expect was that he would stumble upon the Scribe and Tamayo's good time.
And then, that was it.
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Yushiro immediately sensed that something was amiss.
Coming on my own seems to be a little bit untimely.
As the Scribe loosened his grip, Yushiro immediately fell to the floor.
"Cough cough cough."
After coughing a few times, Yushiro covered his aching head and slowly stood up.
"Mister Scribe, please listen to my excuses, no, please listen to my explanation."
Looking at the Scribe in front of him, who was moving his wrists and walking towards him with a strange smile, Yushiro felt his forehead covered in sweat.
A chill ran down his spine. Although he knew that Scribe wouldn't kill him, he figured his own fate wouldn't be much better.
"Miss Tamayo ~"
Turning his gaze to Tamayo, Yushiro blinked incessantly, as if trying to tell a story.
However, at this moment, Tamayo ignored Yushiro and subconsciously turned her head to the side.
At that moment, Yushiro knew that he was likely to suffer a major hemorrhage tonight.
"Smack!"
With a slap on Yushiro's shoulder, the Scribe squinted and smiled slightly at him.
"Yushiro, it seems you're not very good at fighting."
With a slight exertion of his fingers, immense pressure surged forth, causing Yushiro a slight ache.
"In that case, I really need your help. Therefore, I've decided to give you special training right after you get back."
Pulling Yushiro's head close to his face, the Scribe opened his eyes, his pupils seeming to shoot out a beam of red light.
"You know I love helping others, no need to thank me."
"No, I think you should go and rest, Mister Scribe."
Sweat poured down his forehead, Yushiro couldn't help but reach out and wipe it away.
He swallowed unconsciously, feeling his calves tremble slightly.
Just then, Tamayo suddenly spoke up.
"Hey, don't be too angry."
Tamayo's words were like a ray of light, illuminating Yushiro was in darkness.
It transformed into a hand, gradually pulling it out of the control of the evil clutches called "Scribe".
"Ms. Tamayo is still the best to me!"
Unable to stop praising Tamayo in his heart, Yushiro's face flashed with gratitude.
But in the next second, the hand pushed him into the abyss again.
Not only that, but they also punched him hard in the face twice.
"There are still many things to deal with tomorrow, you should at least give him some time to recover."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."