Upon hearing Tamayo's words, the Scribe grinned.
"The death penalty may be waived, but punishment is inescapable."
Grabbing Yushiro by the collar, the Scribe dragged him outside.
"I hereby declare that combat training begins today!"
"No, please don't do this!"
Yushiro cried out, attempting to resist and beg for mercy.
Unfortunately, the Scribe will not give him that chance.
The next day, near dawn, Yushiro was finally released by the Scribe.
If it weren't for the fact that sunrise would have a fatal effect on Yushiro, who is a demon, the Scribe would probably have kept him "trained" until the next night.
Even so, Yushiro's body was covered in bruises.
Although he is a ghost, his wounds heal and recover much faster than those of ordinary people.
But the thought of that pain sent a strange, tingling sensation through him.
"Hey, Yushiro, you've gotten so sluggish after just one night."
On his way back, Yushiro also ran into Gyutaro.
Upon seeing the injured Yushiro, the latter couldn't help but mock him.
"Did you slip and fall on a banana while walking last night?"
Koume, standing to the side, tugged at her brother's sleeve, signaling him not to do that.
"Mr. Yushiro, are you alright?"
Walking over to Yushiro's side, Koume knelt down and began to examine his injuries.
"Koume is still the best."
Feeling a pang of emotion, Yushiro then looked at Gyutaro.
"Guess whether I'll tell you or not."
Seeing Yushiro's somewhat unusual banter with him, Gyutaro immediately smiled.
"Trying to trick me? I'm not going to guess anymore."
After stretching his muscles, Gyutaro's body immediately made a "crackling" sound.
"Wow, you've actually gotten smarter!"
Suddenly, Yushiro, who had been gritting his teeth, relaxed and his face broke into a wide smile.
"It seems you've grown a lot recently."
"Of course, I am not the same person I used to be."
A smirk appeared on Gyutaro's face as he grinned.
Although he had previously suppressed Yushiro in terms of combat strength, he was often outmaneuvered by the other party.
But in the past few days, he has been cramming on his knowledge of strategy and tactics, and he feels that he has improved a lot.
And now, Yushiro in front of him has clearly also discovered his own strengths.
"Before the sun comes out, I'm going to practice. Maybe we can spar sometime. I'll even give you a handicap with one hand."
"Oh, really? Well, thank you so much. How about you let me use both hands?"
Another male voice came from behind, sounding somewhat surprised.
But at this moment, Gyutaro was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and a hint of arrogance appeared on his face.
"No problem, we can discuss it. Just call me Gyutaro."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Gyutaro."
"Haha, no problem, no problem."
He laughed loudly, Gyutaro usually gloomy face now beaming with amusement.
But at that moment, Koume, who was standing to the side, widened her eyes, her pupils flashing with disbelief.
Yushiro he had just mocked, also wore a mocking smile.
"?"
Realizing something was amiss, Gyutaro paused for a moment.
"Brother~"
Koume tugged at Gyutaro and then pointed behind him.
"Look behind, look behind quickly!"
Koume's voice was complex, containing surprise, excitement, and a hint of joy.
Upon hearing this, Gyutaro slowly turned his head back, and his eyes also slowly looked back.
Then he saw the Scribe's smiling face.
"Yo, Mr. Gyutaro, it's been a long time."
With a broad smile, the Scribe began to speak.
"I heard you can use both of my hands. I'm a little unsatisfied, so how about we give it a try?"
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When the Scribe suddenly appeared behind him, Gyutaro was startled and deflated.
His previous arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of embarrassment.
"Mr. Si... Mister Scribe, what brings you back?"
With a pout, Gyutaro's face showed a hint of surprise.
I got back last night.
With his eyes half-closed, Scribe gently patted his shoulder.
"There's no point in saying more, let's go."
After speaking, the Scribe shook his free left hand.
At some point, the two scythes that Taro had been carrying at his waist were taken by the Scribe.
His eyes widened in astonishment. Just as Gyutaro was about to speak, Scribe slapped him on the head.
"Smack!"
The slap left him somewhat dizzy, and the Scribe smiled.
"No need to say anything, I understand, I will 'ask for advice' from you."
Looking at the Scribe's devilish smile, Gyutaro felt like he was about to cry.
Are you kidding me? He's making the Scribe use both hands?
Even if the Scribe gave him both hands, he still wouldn't be able to win.
If I actually did that, I'd definitely get a good beating.
"Um... Mister Scribe, could we discuss this?"
Gritting his teeth, knowing he couldn't escape, Gyutaro forced a smile.
"You said it's negotiable."
The Scribe did not refuse Skin Taro; instead, he let Taro speak.
"Exactly, could you hit me a little lighter? And please, don't hit my face."
He blinked a few times, managing to put on a sincere expression.
"This one?"
With one hand supporting his chin, the Scribe's face showed a thoughtful expression.
My answer is no.
"Ah?"
"Mr. Gyutaro, how could you back down?"
Before Gyutaro could say anything, Scribe grabbed his collar and dragged him deeper into the area.
Considering the presence of Tamayo and several other demons, many parts of this building are opaque.
Normally, apart from them contacting us on their own initiative, very few employees come here.
Of all these rooms, any one of them could serve as a place to "ask for advice".
Seeing the Gyutaro being dragged away by the Scribe, Yushiro could no longer hold back.
He laughed and clutched his stomach, while repeatedly banging his other hand against the wall beside him.
Seeing his "arch-nemesis" so happy, Gyutaro knew he had been tricked.
This guy must have known all along that the Mister Scribe was back, but he didn't tell me!
Feeling a surge of resentment, Gyutaro was about to say something when he saw Koume quietly following him.
Then, Gyutaro could notice something, how could the Scribe not notice it?
After walking a few steps, Scribe stopped and turned to look at Koume.
"Koume, listen to me, go find Tamayo and help her."
Koume seemed to see a glimmer of red light in the Scribe's eyes.
"Or do you want to fight me too?"
"I'll go find Ms. Tamayo right away!"
Upon seeing the Scribe's gaze, Koume felt a chill run down her spine.
I shuddered involuntarily, then left without looking back.
Seeing Koume leave without the slightest hesitation, Gyutaro's outstretched hand and the happy smile on his face froze.
Sister, your brother is still here.
"Let's go, Gyutaro, sir."
He emphasized the Scribe "sir" a little, and then grabbed him and led him into the darkness.
Before long, the screams of Gyutaro rang out.
After "dealing with" Gyutaro a few times, Scribe finally felt satisfied.
To his surprise, Gyutaro's strength had already reached the level of Upper Rank.
Although in his opinion, he had only barely reached that level, it was still quite surprising.
You should know, he's a ghost who's never eaten a human.
His success today is inseparable from his own talent and hard work.
With an Upper Rank- level fighter by Tamayo's side, the Scribe was finally able to relax.
After taking care of all these matters, Scribe needs to do is spend quality time with Tamayo.
Having not seen each other for so long, Tamayo also missed the Scribe very much.
So much so that, despite being very shy, she often chose to take the initiative.
Watching Tamayo take the initiative but her face was full of shyness, the Scribe was also enjoying himself.
One night, the Scribe held Tamayo in his arms and gazed at the distant starry sky.
"You won't be staying here for long, will you?"
Turning her head slightly, Tamayo looked at the Scribe's profile and spoke slowly.
"I know, you don't need to lie to me."