Three Promises / Talent, Bloodline, and Hard Work

Staring intently at them, the Scribe spoke very seriously.

"Did you really listen to what I'm saying today?"

With a long sigh, Uichirou expressionless.

Yes, I heard it very clearly.

"Then you should know what kind of troubles you will face if you embark on this path."

As she spoke, the Scribe broke off a leaf from a branch beside her.

"If you choose to run away, you two brothers can rely on each other like the two sides of this leaf. But if you go down this path..."

At this point, the Scribe paused for a moment.

Gently shake the leaf in your hand, then toss it upwards.

"Whoosh~"

With a soft sound, the leaf thrown by the Scribe seemed to fall into a paper shredder, and was torn into countless fragments by countless rays of light.

These fragments are so tiny that they are completely invisible to the naked eye.

As he sheathed his Nichirin Blade, the Scribe's voice turned somewhat cold.

"It will be just like this now, very likely that they will die without even leaving a trace!"

"Even so, are you still planning to go down this path?!"

Overwhelmed by the Scribe's imposing presence, the Tokito Brothers couldn't help but take a few steps back, their expressions changing.

But when they recovered, the expressions on the two brothers' faces returned to normal.

They exchanged a glance, Tokito Muichiro looked directly into the Scribe's eyes, his tone very firm.

"Even so, my brother and I are willing to contribute our share to slaying the evil spirits."

"Very good."

With a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, Scribe's originally cold expression instantly transformed.

"You both heard it too, this is their own will."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Tokito Saburo's voice came from behind the Tokito Brothers.

"Sigh, you two are just as the Mister Scribe said."

Upon hearing their father's voice, the two brothers' expressions changed.

Looking back, she saw that Tokito Saburo was standing there, holding the hand of the somewhat weak Tokito Kasumi, quietly watching her.

"Father, Mother, what's wrong with you two...?"

Uichirou was somewhat dazed and could barely speak.

Tokito Muichiro was in no better shape; he froze in place when his parents suddenly appeared.

Shaking her head, Tokito Kasumi showed a relieved smile.

"You two, if you've really made up your minds, then go for it."

Chapter 192 Three Agreements

After glancing at the Tokito Family, Scribe suddenly clapped his hands, drawing their attention.

"Alright, now that you've all made up your minds, there are a few things I need to tell you."

Holding up three fingers, Scribe addressed the Tokito Brothers with a very serious expression.

"First of all, you are still young. Even if you have enough talent, your bodies are not fully developed. So we will officially take you away a year later."

Regarding the first point of the Scribe's statement, the Tokito Brothers expressed their understanding.

Of course, besides this point, the clever ones also thought of another one.

The Scribe probably felt that they were young and wanted to give them some time to say goodbye to their families.

"Of course, you won't be doing nothing throughout the year."

Looking at the Tokito Brothers, whose faces showed a hint of relief, Scribe's lips suddenly curled up slightly.

"I'll discuss it with the Demon Slayer Corps and find you a substitute teacher so he can teach you some things in advance."

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Uichirou and Muiichiro, who had initially felt fortunate, were immediately stunned.

The Scribe's thinking was simple: his body might not be mature, but his brain could still remember things, right?

Since we're going to learn and Demon Slayer, we'll master a lot of basic knowledge in advance to avoid panic in emergencies.

Without giving them a chance to react, the Scribe went on to say his second point.

"The second point is also very simple. I hope that after you join, you won't waste your talents." (Reading by La)

At this point, the Scribe's meaning is quite clear.

There are countless examples of descendants who, despite their ancestors' immortal achievements, sought refuge under the shade of this great tree and ultimately became useless.

The Scribe did not want the Tokito Brothers to waste their talents and bloodline.

In that case, it would not only be a failure to live up to their own expectations, but also a loss for all of humanity, as it shows their own insignificance.

Although, according to the original work, the probability of such a thing happening is almost non-existent, the Scribe still had to say it.

After all, Tokito Ichiro and Tokito Muichiro are only about ten years old at the moment, and they are still children who have not experienced the calamity of the demons.

Unlike most Demon Slayer Corps, they don't have a past where they were hurt by demons, so they naturally can't fully understand these feelings.

For this reason, the Scribe felt it necessary to say a few "nonsense" words.

Regarding this second point, the Tokito Brothers nodded without hesitation.

"Finally, there is the third point, which is also the most important one."

As he lowered the last finger, the solemnity on Scribe's face reached its peak.

"I hope you will definitely do this!"

Never before had they seen such a solemn and serious expression on the Scribe's face. For a moment, the Tokito Brothers couldn't help but swallow hard.

What important task could the Scribe value so highly?

Is it to hone one's swordsmanship and strength, and win a glimmer of hope for humanity?

Is it to eliminate the Twelve Kizuki and sever the arm of the Progenitor of Demons?

Or does the Scribe hope that they can wipe out Muzan?

The sharp-tongued Uichirou subconsciously patted his chest, indicating that he would definitely do his best.

Muiichiro nodded vigorously and answered.

"Mister Scribe, rest assured, my brother and I will do our best."

"It's not about giving it your all, it's about making sure you succeed!"

The Scribe paused abruptly, clenched his right fist, and gently pounded it on his heart.

"Live on, no matter what, you must survive."

"Because only by surviving can you see your parents, your comrades, and the future you create with your own hands."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

At this point, Scribe's previously solemn expression vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile.

"I do not wish to see any of you, or any of the finest swordsmen, die before my eyes."

At this Tokito Brothers were already moved by the Scribe's words, and their originally tense faces were now covered with tears.

Tokito Saburo and Tokito Kasumi, who were standing nearby, were even more shocked after hearing the Scribe's words.

It's so wonderful that their family was able to meet the Scribe.

The Scribe not only saved Tokito Kasumi, but also brought news about their lost ancestors and their disappearance.

More importantly, the arrival of the Scribe provided a way out for this family.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with thorns, shrouded in dark clouds, and even fraught with the danger of death, the blood in their veins tells them to bravely move forward.

The Tokito Brothers will shatter all evil spirits with their breath and the Nichirin Blade in their hands!

"If you can understand what I mean, then go ahead and do it. I look forward to seeing what surprises you will bring me a year from now."

The Scribe waved his hand and pointed to the moon in the sky.

"Our goal is to prevent humanity from being harmed by the evil spirits under the moon!"

"Oh!"

The Tokito Brothers raised their clenched right fists and roared.

Seeing the highly motivated Tokito Brothers, Scribe smiled slightly.

"Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, the Demon Slayer Corps will receive an unexpected surprise."

For the next few days, the Scribe stayed at Tokito's house.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave; it was that he was waiting for Black Feather to return.

He would only leave with peace of mind after Black Feather arrived with the swordsman assigned by Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

Despite his involvement, the deaths of Tokito Saburo and Tokito Kasumi have been altered.

However, Scribe still had no idea Tokito Ichiro a year later.

After all, ghosts are not his concern.

Soon, after waiting for a few days, the Scribe received Black Feather and the swordsman who followed him.

Although the information written on the Scribe was only part of the story, as the Oyakata-sama of the Demon Slayer Corps, Yaozai's sensitivity was exceptionally keen.

He realized that the Tokito Clan, who inherited the bloodline of Tsugikuni Michikatsu, would be a great asset to the Demon Slayer Corps, so he took this matter very seriously.

So much so that he actually sent more than ten people over.

Looking at the entire squad of swordsmen in front of him, the Scribe's lips twitched violently.

"With so many of you here, are you trying to bankrupt the Tokito Family?"

"Um, Mister Scribe, we can actually take care of our own food, as long as we have a place to sleep."

"Look at this house, can it fit all of you?"

With a wave of his hand, the Scribe answered.

"Two or three people can stay; the rest can leave."

While directing the swordsmen, the Scribe suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

"Oh, what brings you here too?"

Chapter 193 Talent, Bloodline, Effort

Looking at Rengoku KyoJuro in front of him, the Scribe was curious as to why he had been sent here.

After a brief inquiry, it turned out that he had volunteered to come here.

The Rengoku Family is one of the families that has been affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps for a very long time.

It has existed for so long that it even predates the life of the Scribe.

At least during the Warring States period, the Rengoku Family was already an important source of combat power for the Demon Slayer Corps.

Their mastery of the Flame Breathing ensures that Pillars will always be present in the Demon Slayer Corps, regardless of the time.

This is the only breathing technique besides the Water Breathing, which has the widest range of applications, to receive this honor.

The fact that the talents brought by this family are comparable to those recruited by the Demon Slayer Corps from the common people shows how deep the Rengoku Family's historical foundation is.

It was precisely because they possessed information from the Warring States period that Kyojuro, who knew some things from that time, wanted to see what the descendant of the founder of Moon Breathing was like.

"Looking at Uichirou and Muiichiro, what are your thoughts on them?"

Kyojuro, Scribe had grown quite a bit, and smiled slightly.