"I..."
The Scribe, who had prepared his words in response to Tamayo's candor, ultimately refrained from uttering them.
Yes, it's just a single, simple word.
"Um."
Where are we going?
"The Demon Slayer Corps is not strong enough to face Muzan."
"So it really is there."
With a sigh, Tamayo stretched out a delicate hand and placed it on the Scribe's face.
"What's wrong?"
Grasping Tamayo's hand, the Scribe turned to look at her.
"Don't overwork yourself. Although I also want to get rid of Muzan as soon as possible, I don't want you to push yourself too hard."
Knowing that Tamayo was doing it for his own good, a gentle smile appeared on the Scribe's face.
"You can rest assured about my abilities."
The word "fight desperately" hasn't appeared in the Scribe for hundreds of years.
Even if Kibutsuji Muzan and the Twelve Kizuki attacked the Scribe together, it wouldn't be enough to make him fight to the death.
This is still based on the depletion of the Scribe's stamina. If he could skip all that and engage in close combat, he could even kill one person in one go.
If the current Scribe were to really go to such lengths, the number of ghosts would probably be in the tens of thousands.
Hearing her man say that, Tamayo was relieved and didn't say anything more.
"Aren't you resentful towards me?"
"Won't."
Without the slightest hesitation, Tamayo answered.
"I know you did it for me, and also for Yushiro and the others."
If there's anyone in this world who most wants to see the Scribe stop hunting demons, it's definitely Kibutsuji Muzan.
If the Scribe were truly heartless, he could easily live a carefree life in this world.
Of course, this is the least likely thing to happen.
Instead of worrying about whether the Scribe will give up ghost hunting one day, it's more practical to think about how to get rid of him.
After all, the former has a zero probability, while the latter is only infinitely close to zero probability.
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply held Tamayo in his arms and looked into the distance.
The wind is a bit noisy tonight.
Chapter 178 The Kasugai Crow
Before the Scribe left, Tamayo spent his last moments with him.
In the end, the Scribe still left.
Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, Tamayo, standing by the window, fell silent.
In the distance, a faint light had already risen in the sky.
"Ms. Tamayo, we should go back now."
Yushiro suddenly walked up behind her and glanced at the distant sunlight with some apprehension.
Before they found the Blue Spider Lily, sunlight was the thing that they, as ghosts, feared most.
"I know, let's go."
After sighing, Tamayo nodded.
Then, she turned and walked into the darkness.
Before her figure completely disappeared into the darkness, Tamayo turned her head and glanced in the direction the Scribe had gone.
But in the end, she didn't say anything more.
After leaving, the Scribe headed east.
He originally planned to return to the Demon Slayer Corps and continue training them.
But what happened with Kanao Tsuyuri reminded him of a question.
Is this the time when Tokito Family into trouble?
In the original story, Tokito Muichiro's mother died when he was ten years old from pneumonia caused by a cold.
Shortly afterward, his father also encountered a storm while out collecting herbs and fell off a cliff to his death.
From then on, Muiichiro and his older brother, Tokito Yuichiro, who was a year older than him, Tokito Ichiro for survival.
If his calculations are correct, this should have happened this year.
With that in mind, he decided to go to the Demon Slayer Corps to find relevant information.
Ideally, we should be able to change Tokito's fate before his parents have an accident.
After a few days, the Scribe returned to the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Time travel?"
Faced with the question from the Scribe, Ubuyashiki Kagaya couldn't help but shake his head.
"There are so few people with this surname. If there is any in the current intelligence, I will definitely remember it."
"Really? I understand. If you do, please let me know as soon as possible."
Although he didn't know why the Scribe would care so much about a family called "Tokito", Yaozai nodded nonetheless.
He believed that the Scribe must have had his reasons for doing so.
"I understand. I will inform you as soon as I have any relevant information."
"Um."
Nodding, the Scribe prepared to leave.
They had only taken a few steps when Yaozai suddenly called out to Scribe.
"Mister Scribe, have you ever considered keeping a Kasugai Crow by your side?"
"Kasugai Crow?"
After a moment of stunned silence, it took the Scribe a few seconds to realize what Kasugai Crow were.
Such a large organization as the Demon Slayer Corps would naturally have ways to transmit information.
Raising Kasugai Crow is their unique method.
The Kasugai Crow is somewhat of a hybrid of a pigeon and a parrot. It can accurately identify routes and people, and can also learn some human speech.
Whether it was guiding, passing on information, or in other ways, they provided considerable assistance to the Demon Slayer Corps.
Upon hearing Yaozai say this, the Scribe realized that he had never actually owned a Kasugai Crow of his own.
During the Warring States period, this method was not very popular among the Demon Slayer Corps; most information was transmitted by manpower.
In the days that followed, she lived with Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
After Yoriichi and I were expelled from the Demon Slayer Corps, we would have even less need for such a thing for the next sixty years.
After that, he kept running around and didn't have much contact with the Demon Slayer Corps, so he naturally didn't think about these things.
Now that he's said that, the Scribe is also a little curious about whether he can really bring a Kasugai Crow with him.
Without a word, the Scribe fell silent.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"Are you sure there are really Kasugai Crow willing to follow me?"
In fact, the main reason why the Scribe does not need a Kasugai Crow is that few animals can keep up with him.
Normally, things are fine; the Scribe is like a knight-errant, traveling around and enjoying himself.
But once you encounter a ghost, the situation will change drastically.
Regardless of whether the ghost would harm the Kasugai Crow, the Scribe himself would naturally prioritize eliminating the enemy.
As a result, the Kasugai Crow may be affected to some extent.
Perhaps once or twice, the Kasugai Crow can dodge it with its nimble body.
But if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. If you don't dodge, it could escalate to the point of being life-threatening.
For this reason, the Scribe still did not want to harm those "young" lives.
"Um, this..."
Speechless for a moment, Ubuyashiki Kagaya truly didn't have a clear answer to this question.
Although Kasugai Crow are not as intelligent as humans, they are still able to distinguish between good and bad.
If they knew that following the Scribe meant risking death in a fight, probably none of them would be willing to follow.
His reason for wanting the Scribe to take him was primarily to simplify communication between the two parties.
He subconsciously overlooked the fact that there might be Kasugai Crow that could keep up with the Scribe.
Noticing the embarrassment on Yaozai's face, Scribe shrugged.
"Let's forget about it. If you need to contact me, you can ask a team member nearby to pass on a message."
After saying that, the Scribe turned around and walked outside.
But after taking only a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Mister Scribe, please wait a moment."
Standing in front of the Scribe was a man, probably in his forties, with an ordinary face, the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd.
However, the man's physical characteristics are unforgettable once you see him.
His left leg was severed at the root, and he was only supported by a wooden stick.
The right arm also disappeared from the shoulder, the sleeve hanging empty, swaying gently in the wind.
With just a glance, the Scribe knew that the man's injuries were from fighting a ghost.
Seeing the Scribe's gaze sweeping over him, the man's originally cold face revealed a bitter smile.
"It's something that happened back then; it's the price I paid for my recklessness."
In just a few words, the man explained the matter clearly.
In his youth, he was one of the main swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps and one of the most likely to become a Pillar-level swordsman.
However, during one mission, his recklessness led him to face multiple levels of evil spirits alone.
Although he fought with all his might to kill the demon down to only one, the most powerful demon, in order to make him despair, actually cut off his hands and feet and ate them bit by bit right in front of him.
If it weren't for the fact that Rengoku Shinjuro, the Flame Pillar, brought reinforcements later, he would have died long ago.
Despite losing one of his limbs, the man still intended to contribute his strength to the Demon Slayer Corps.
Nowadays, he is a professional keeper of Kasugai Crow.
After listening to the man's words, the Scribe spoke up.
"What are you trying to say? Are you trying to get some comfort from me?"
"No, I've already come to terms with all of this. It's my own fault, and I can't blame anyone else."
The man shook his head and replied.
What I'm trying to say is that miracles happen when humans face such life-or-death crises, so why can't a Kasugai Crow miraculously follow you around?
The man's words piqued the Scribe's interest. He carefully examined the man before speaking slowly.