Saburo Tokito's Imagination / The Tokito Family's Past
The last time I saw a similar scene was when Tsugikuni Yoriichi and I went to Kamado Tanjuro's house.
Thinking about it this way, who knows, maybe the Shi Tou Tokito Family and the Kamado family could become good friends.
After all, one was a woodcutter and the other a charcoal burner.
The former provides the raw materials, while the latter is responsible for processing and sales.
With these two combined, there's absolutely no worry about finding a market.
Perhaps surprised by her own sudden idea, Scribe couldn't help but laugh.
Now is not the time to think about this; we'll talk about it later.
Soon, he arrived at the front of the hut.
Standing in front of the door, he gently knocked.
"Hello, are you from the Tokito Family?"
The Tokito Family was clearly surprised by the Scribe's sudden visit.
After all, living in the mountains suggests that they don't particularly enjoy interacting with people.
But now, someone is actually taking the initiative to visit us, which is a very rare thing.
After a long while, a deep male voice came from inside the room.
"It's the Tokito Family. May I ask what brings you here?"
With a grin, the Scribe slowly began to speak.
"I know your ancestors."
Chapter 189 Tokito Saburo's Imagination
"I know your ancestors."
Although what the Scribe said was true, to the Tokito Family, it was undoubtedly something only a madman would say.
Sure enough, just as the Scribe had expected, shortly after he finished speaking, the sound of something being rummaged through came from inside the room.
"Three... two... one"
When he silently counted to one, the Scribe took a step back and then turned to the side.
At the same time, the previously closed door opened, and a strong man rushed out.
The man raised the axe in his hand and roared.
"Where did this lunatic come from? Get lost!"
As he spoke, he unconsciously swung the axe forward and chopped.
However, Tokito Saburo didn't expect was that the Scribe had already calculated when he would come out and was no longer behind the door.
Although he originally only intended to scare the Scribe, Tokito Saburo he saw that there was no one behind the door.
That moment of hesitation cost him his last chance.
The falling axe couldn't be pulled back and crashed into the ground in front of the door with a bang.
"This..."
As he looked at the axe embedded in the ground, Tokito Saburo couldn't help but start thinking.
"Where is he? Where is that guy from earlier?"
Just then, the Scribe's voice rang out from the side.
"I said, I'm just stating a fact, why are you getting so worked up?"
Turning his head, Tokito Saburo saw that Scribe, with his arms crossed, was standing to the side watching him.
"Father, what's going on outside!"
Two childish voices came from inside the house, followed by two figures rushing out anxiously.
The two brothers have identical faces and long black hair that gradually turns green.
Even the Scribe couldn't tell which was Tokito Ichiro and which was Tokito Muichiro at first glance.
Of course, the problem now is not to tell which of the two brothers is who.
Upon seeing his child emerge, Tokito Saburo roared and said anxiously.
"Uichirou, Muiichiro, you two hurry back and take good care of your mother. Don't let this madman hurt her!"
Upon hearing what Tokito Saburo said, Scribe raised an eyebrow.
Hearing this, it's clear that Tokito Kasumi had already caught a severe cold due to overwork.
With a sudden thought, he came up with a good idea.
At the same time, after telling his children to take care of his wife, Tokito Saburo's arm muscles bulged as he tried to pull the axe out of the ground.
But no matter how hard he tried, the axe seemed to be rooted to the ground, without making the slightest movement.
Just then, the Scribe bent down and grabbed the axe.
With just a gentle lift, he pulled out the axe that Tokito Saburo had struggled to remove.
Seeing how easily the Scribe accomplished this, Tokito Saburo's eyes widened.
Immediately afterwards, a terrible thought arose in his mind.
If the Scribe really wanted to harm their family, the father and his two sons probably wouldn't have had a chance to resist.
While Tokito Saburo was stunned, Scribe shoved the axe into his arms.
"Here you go, this is your livelihood, don't use it to scare people."
As he spoke, he looked into the house.
"Where is the patient? Let me take a look."
What are you doing!
Upon noticing that Scribe was looking into the house, one of the Tokito Brothers immediately jumped out and blocked Scribe's way.
"You despicable bastard, what do you want to do to my mother!"
"This guy must be Tokito Ichiro."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe immediately recognized his identity.
The one next to him who didn't speak but still had his arms outstretched in front of him must be Tokito Muichiro.
Although they are brothers, Tokito Ichiro and Tokito Muichiro are worlds apart in personality.
As the older brother Uichirou is not only sharp-tongued and cold, but he also speaks without any mercy.
The Muiichiro brother, Muichiro, is more "quiet," with a cheerful personality and a friendly demeanor.
"I am a doctor, here to treat your mother."
By spreading his hands, the Scribe indicated that he was not carrying any weapons.
"Doctor?"
Gripping the axe tightly, Tokito Saburo carefully examined the Scribe, a look of disbelief on his face.
The fact that his wife Tokito Kasumi, was ill was known only to the three of them and the doctors he had previously visited.
However, the fact that she hasn't been cured yet shows that the doctors are clearly powerless to help Tokito Kasumi's condition.
"Could it be that this guy in front of us is someone the doctors know, someone they asked to come and help us?"
According to the doctors, the wife's condition was quite serious and would be difficult to cure using conventional methods.
That is why the somewhat "crazy" Scribe would use unusual methods to treat illnesses.
As an eccentric doctor, it's perfectly normal for him to have some strange behaviors.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be Tokito Saburo.
Setting the axe aside, Tokito Saburo lunged forward, grabbed the Scribe's hand, and shook it violently.
"Sir, please save my lover!"
As he spoke, a hint of tears appeared on the man's face.
"Don't worry, as long as you can cure Xia, I will find a way to pay you whatever it takes."
Seeing Tokito Saburo's attitude suddenly change 180 degrees, Scribe felt a little caught off guard.
He had prepared other excuses, but now it seems he won't need them.
Moreover, it was Tokito Saburo, who seemed to be the most suspicious, who believed him first.
"Uh, don't worry, I will do my best to cure her."
Scribe quickly pulled his hand away from Tokito Saburo's grasp, coughed twice, and said.
"Let's not delay, let me go and see how the patient is doing."
"Okay! This way."
Making a gesture of invitation, Tokito Saburo immediately led the Scribe into the house.
"I haven't yet asked your name, sir."
"Scribe, you can just call me Scribe."
Nodding, Tokito Saburo called out to the Tokito Brothers.
"Uichirou, Muiichiro, you two, stop standing there and hurry up and boil some water to make a cup of tea for the Mister Scribe!"
The Tokito Brothers were completely baffled by their father's sudden change in attitude.
The two brothers exchanged a glance, each seemingly hoping the other could explain what had happened.
But in the end, all they could see in each other's eyes was doubt and incomprehension.
With Uichirou and Muiichiro sighed.
If that's the case, then why are they still standing there doing this?
The only thing to do is to follow what Tokito Saburo said: boil water and make tea!
Chapter 190 The Past of the Tokito Clan
Led by Tokito Saburo, the Scribe quickly entered a room deep inside the house.
As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a rather disgusting odor.
The smell was like rotting flesh and foul-smelling herbs mixed together, fermenting for several days.
"Has the condition progressed to such a serious stage?"
The Scribe knew very well that this was because Tokito Kasumi's body had been eroded to a later stage.
Sure enough, after pushing open the door, he saw Tokito Kasumi lying on the bed, her face deathly pale and devoid of any color.
"Saburo, who is this...?"
Looking at Tokito Saburo, Tokito Kasumi had a puzzled look on her face.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't stop coughing.
Every now and then, she would cough up small amounts of blood, which would splatter onto the ground.
Looking at the dark bruises on the ground, Scribe said to Tokito Saburo beside him.
Do you have any needles at home? Any type is fine.
"Ah?"
Startled, Tokito Saburo wondered why the Scribe wanted a needle from him at this moment.
In the past, when doctors came here, they would walk to the bedside, endure the stench, and examine Tokito Kasumi before making a judgment.
No doctor has ever asked questions like the Scribe did, without even looking at the patient.
With a frown, the Scribe spoke slowly.