"Very good, it's an excellent piece of raw jade. With a little polishing, it will surely shine!"
Although the Tokito Brothers are still young, Kyojuro gave them the highest praise without hesitation.
"Tokito Brothers, as expected of someone who inherited that swordsman's bloodline, you will definitely become an outstanding Demon Slayer."
Upon hearing Kyojuro's words, the Scribe shook his head slightly.
"You're wrong about that."
With that, the Scribe walked forward.
"Um?"
Kyojuro paused for a moment, somewhat unable to understand the Scribe's meaning.
After standing there deep in thought for a while, still unable to make sense of it, he quickly walked to the Scribe's side and asked.
"Mister Scribe, what do you mean?"
"Kyojuro, I ask you, how much training, torment, and pain did you endure to become the swordsman you are today with your current skill and strength?"
The Scribe's sudden question only made Kyojuro, who already didn't understand what it meant, even more confused.
"As for training, my father has always modified it according to my different physical conditions. Although Senjuro cannot use Breathing Technique, he also has a set of exercises to strengthen his body."
"As for torment and suffering..."
As he spoke, Kyojuro's expression suddenly hardened, and then his doubts slowly dissipated.
"Mister Scribe, you mean?"
"That's right. The reason why everyone has reached this point today cannot be simply summarized by the four words 'talent' and 'bloodline'."
With a slight smile, Scribe pointed to a large tree not far away and said softly.
"Just like it, even if it has the posture to become a big tree, how could it have reached where it is today if it didn't work hard to absorb nutrients and water?"
"The same applies to people. If you have 'talent' and 'bloodline' but don't work hard, the highest achievement you can attain is nothing more than that."
"To see more, better, and never-before-seen scenery, one still needs to make personal efforts."
After saying that, the Scribe looked at Kyojuro and did not continue.
At this moment, Kyojuro also fell silent, standing still with his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.
After a while, he suddenly stood up straight and bowed to the Scribe.
"I understand, Mister Scribe. I've learned a lot."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and ran away.
Kyojuro ran up to Tokito Ichiro and Muiichiro and said very seriously.
"Uichirou, Muiichiro, I apologize for my previous behavior. I'm sorry!"
Faced with Rengoku KyoJuro's sudden apology, the Tokito Brothers exchanged a glance and then shook their heads.
If they remember correctly, this should be their first meeting.
If that's the case, then where's the mistake?
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about, but please lift your head up first."
"No, you haven't forgiven me yet."
"So, what exactly happened?"
"I apologize for what I did before!"
"What exactly is that?!"
Seeing the earnest and straightforward Kyojuro apologizing to the bewildered Tokito Brothers, Scribe began to laugh.
But in the end, Kyojuro did not choose to stay.
According to him, today's meeting is enough.
He needs to further refine his swordsmanship; perhaps they can even spar in the future.
After leaving enough people for the Tokito Family, the Scribe, Koinatsu, and the other swordsmen left.
At a fork in the road, the Scribe indicated that he was leaving.
"Mister Scribe, won't you come back with us to take a look?"
Looking at the Scribe, Rengoku KyoJuro was somewhat puzzled.
It has been quite some time since Scribe left the Demon Slayer Corps, and many people hope that he can go back and visit.
"No, I have something else to do."
With a slight smile, Scribe's face revealed a hint of mystery.
"Now that we've seen the woodcutter, we should at least see the charcoal seller."
His facial muscles twitched. Although this wasn't the first time Kyojuro had failed to understand what the Scribe was saying, each time the oddities left him feeling helpless.
"Well, in that case, Mister Scribe, please be careful."
"Yes, don't worry."
With a wave of his hand, Scribe left with Koinatsu.
Yes, although there were safer Demon Slayer Corps Base to choose from, Koinatsu chose to stay by Scribe's side without hesitation.
"Koinatsu, I'm telling you, you don't have to stay by my side all the time."
Faced with Koinatsu, who was like glue, Scribe didn't know what to say.
"That won't do. Mister Scribe, you need someone by your side to take care of your daily needs."
Facing the Scribe, Koinatsu presented a perfectly valid reason.
Although the Scribe wanted to say that he didn't have any requirements in this regard, as long as he had a place to sleep and wouldn't starve to death, that would be enough.
But when he saw Koinatsu's slightly red eyes and pouting lips, those words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.
"Fine, fine, I just can't do anything with you."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated that he would no longer concern himself with the matter.
However, having Koinatsu by my side definitely makes my quality of life much better than when I was alone.
Thinking about it this way, perhaps I not only won't lose money, but actually made a huge profit?
The Scribe shrugged and laughed.
Koinatsu, standing to the side, looked at Scribe, who suddenly burst into laughter, somewhat puzzled.
However, these are all minor matters. As long as I can stay by his side, I'm happy.
Chapter 194 Though named Kurokawa, he is actually a pervert.
Finding a family that makes a living by selling charcoal on a piece of land sounds easy, but it is actually quite difficult.
Scribe hadn't expected to see it in the mountains where the Kamado family used to live, but when he and Koinatsu arrived there, all they found was a dilapidated house.
Looking at the houses in front of me, the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of yesteryear seem to still be there.
Kamado Tanjuro, Kamado Kie, and their children—their voices and appearances appeared before my eyes one by one.
More importantly, I once danced with Tsugikuni Yoriichi here.
But now, all of this has become a memory of the past, known only to the Scribe.
Standing under a tree, Scribe looked at the ruins not far away and fell into deep thought.
"Mister Scribe, what's wrong?"
Noticing that something was off with the Scribe, Koinatsu glanced at him, somewhat puzzled.
"Is something wrong?"
Without speaking, Scribe simply shook his head and then gently stroked Koinatsu's head.
After an unknown amount of time, he let out a long sigh, turned around, and walked outside.
He didn't say a word from beginning to end.
Since no useful information has been obtained, the only remaining option is to search.
Compared to the Tokito Family, whose ancestors were Tsugikuni Michikatsu, the Kamado family is several levels more difficult to find.
The former was a famous warrior family during the Warring States period, and their stories can still be found in some places today.
However, the Kamado family has always been just ordinary people who make a living by selling charcoal.
They had no money, no reputation, and no power.
Like most families, they are the kind of families that can be lost in the crowd and never be found again.
If it weren't for Yoriichi Tsugikuni Yoriichi then, the Scribe probably wouldn't have known where Kamado Tanjuro and the others lived.
For various reasons, finding the Kamado family has become extremely difficult.
This situation continued until winter.
During this period, he also wrote to Ubuyashiki Kagaya several times, asking him to pay more attention.
But in the end, no accurate information was received.
Standing by the window, Scribe looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
He patted Koinatsu, who was still sleeping in bed, and said softly.
"Get up, it's time to go."
"Good."
Muttering to herself, Koinatsu rubbed her eyes and stretched.
Opening the map, the Scribe quickly located their position.
According to the directions, there are two mountains not far ahead, not very far apart.
"Hopefully, we can find it this time."
He sighed inwardly. Although he had encountered similar situations countless times, this time, a strange voice in Scribe's heart told him that success was just around the corner.
Think about it, in the original story, all the major events that happened to the Kamado family took place in winter.
And perhaps I can only find them in winter?
With a hint of helplessness on his lips, Scribe and Koinatsu set off for the two mountains after finishing their meal.
It took them most of the day to get there.
"Charcoal sellers? I don't think we have any around here."
In a tavern on the first mountain, when the Scribe asked if there were any people selling charcoal for a living nearby, this was the tavern owner's answer.
"Most of the people here are hunters, and we also have natural hot springs, so we basically don't need things like charcoal."
As he spoke, he pointed to the customers in the tavern.
As he said, many of the patrons in the tavern were burly men who ate and drank with great gusto.
Hunting rifles and the game they had caught were also placed at their feet.
"Are you looking for someone who sells charcoal?"
Just as the Scribe was about to give up, one of the guests suddenly shouted.
The man was also very tall and strong, with a physique even larger than the other drinkers around him.
At his feet lay not only a hunting rifle, but also a sharp machete and an axe.
The sheer quantity of prey piled up also suggests that this man is quite skilled among hunters.
"I can give you a clue about this."
"Please speak."
Without saying a word, the guest just chuckled and then rubbed his right index finger and thumb together.
Standing to the right and slightly behind the Scribe, Koinatsu, who resembled a delicate porcelain doll, frowned upon seeing this situation.