Finally Meeting the Kamado Family / Tanjuro Kamado
With each step, the body propels itself forward several meters by bouncing, equivalent to an adult man running several steps.
Soon, five small black dots appeared ahead.
The speed increased again, and the Scribe transformed into a humanoid lightning bolt, closing in on them.
At this moment, the five people were still immersed in the joy of surviving the ordeal.
"Hahaha, I got away! I got away! I escaped from that monster!"
The man running in front laughed loudly, completely oblivious to the snot flying everywhere.
His face was distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.
A fallen, dead tree appeared in front of him, and the man leaped over it.
But at that moment, a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle.
His expression changed, and before the man could even feel what the sticky substance was, the hand exerted force.
With a strong force coming from his ankle, he lost his balance as he had no foothold in the air.
"Bang!"
He slammed his head into a dead tree, and the bark, hardened by the cold air, gave his face a complete makeover.
"Aaaaaah!"
Warm blood flowed out, and the man cried out in pain as he struggled to his feet.
"Do you fucking want to die? What time is it, and you're still..."
Turning his head angrily, the man seemed about to shout something, but then froze.
The remaining words seemed frozen in his throat, impossible to utter.
Behind him, the first thing he saw was the Scribe's cold, serene eyes, like a deep, ancient pool.
Not far behind the two, four figures lay scattered on the snow.
The figure remained motionless, as if asleep, with only the ground, which was constantly turning red, telling a story.
"Ah..."
Less than half a second after he shouted it out, a whooshing sound came, and the man's vision went black.
Without giving the other party a chance to beg for mercy, Scribe decisively and cleanly finished him off.
After wiping the blood off his hands with the other person's clothes, he turned and walked back.
Upon returning to the previous location, he saw Kurokawa standing there "obediently" without moving an inch.
"Tell me, do you even know where the charcoal seller I'm talking about is?"
Stepping forward, Scribe grabbed his collar and stared intently into Kurokawa's eyes.
"Silk (know), silk set (know)".
Because his hands were still covering his mouth, Kurokawa's voice sounded somewhat unclear.
With a frown, Scribe slapped his hand away.
"Where?"
"It's not on this mountain, but on another mountain not far away."
Chapter 198 Finally, the Kamado family Reunited
After Kurokawa's explanation, the Scribe roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.
He learned from other hunters that there was a small family on another mountain who made a living selling charcoal.
Although the number of people is small, the quality of the charcoal they produce is quite good, and they have no worries about sales.
With this in mind, Kurokawa began to make a decision.
He partnered with others to pool their money to build a dwelling and then renovated it.
Whenever someone inquired about the availability of charcoal nearby, they would be lured to this place, killed, and robbed of their money.
If it weren't for the arrival of the Scribe, who knows how many more people would have been killed by Kurokawa and his gang in the days to come.
"Did you copy that building, or did you just build it on the spot?"
Nodding, the Scribe continued his questioning.
"Um, I haven't been there, but it should be similar."
He swallowed Kurokawa, blinked, and spoke with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"I've asked around, and these houses that combine charcoal production and living are all structurally very similar."
Nodding, Scribe then released his grip and kicked Kurokawa to the ground.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"No, absolutely not! I've told you everything I know!"
Upon hearing this, Kurokawa immediately knelt down on the ground, waving his hands frantically.
"If I haven't revealed even a single thing, may I die a horrible death!"
"Bang."
The instant Kurokawa finished speaking, a stone flew out at an extremely high speed and smashed into his head.
Blood and brain matter gushed out from the gap, Kurokawa's wide eyes were filled with shock.
"Why?"
He stammered out the last three words and then collapsed with a thud.
"I never said you could live."
Without glancing at Kurokawa's dead body, Scribe turned around and greeted Koinatsu and Black Feather, who were not far away.
He didn't know if anyone would collect the bodies of Kurokawa and his bandits, or if they would be carried off and eaten by wild beasts.
The Scribe only knew that he had done what he was supposed to do.
On the way back, unable to suppress her nausea, Koinatsu vomited again until she had emptied her stomach completely before she felt a little better.
"You don't need to do that; you can completely avoid looking at it."
Scribe gently patted Koinatsu's back and comforted her softly.
"Whether you're scared or shocked, I won't despise you."
"But I will despise myself."
Wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, Koinatsu raised her head and looked at Scribe's face.
"As long as I stay by Mister Scribe's side, I will encounter things like this, or even more terrifying things, but I will persevere no matter what and stay by your side!"
After saying this, Koinatsu seemed to realize something, and her face suddenly turned red.
Her resolute expression vanished abruptly; she covered her face and turned her head to the side.
Seeing how adorable Koinatsu, Scribe couldn't help but laugh.
The understanding of Koinatsu through the original work is only one-sided. Only by experiencing it firsthand can one know how rare her unique gentleness and perseverance are.
"Alright, let's go back and rest for a bit, then let's set off."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated that they were going back.
After returning to the town, Scribe stayed an extra day to allow Koinatsu to catch her breath.
On the morning of the third day, they set off again, heading towards another mountain.
After spending some time, the two successfully arrived at the small town in the mountains.
Upon a simple inquiry, the people in the town did indeed know of a family in the mountains who made a living selling charcoal.
Their name is the Kamado family.
"Finally found it."
After spending so much time searching, the Scribe of the Kamado family finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Excuse me, sir, is the Kamado still in town?"
"You mean Tanjiro? He's not here. They come about once every three days, and they just came yesterday."
"Really? Thank you."
After inquiring with an old man, the Scribe learned the pattern of Kamado Tanjiro selling.
After considering factors such as distance, he decided to rest for a while and go into the mountains the next day.
Time passed quickly; the sun set and the moon rose, the moon set and the sun rose.
By the time the sun was high in the sky the next day, the temperature had warmed up considerably, and Scribe then decided to head into the mountains.
After being in the mountains for some time, the Scribe saw a small wooden house not far ahead.
Outside the wooden house, an old man was sweeping snow.
"Is this the old man who took Tanjiro in for the night?"
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe began searching through her memories.
"I remember, his name was something like Saburo."
As Scribe and Koinatsu approached, Saburo also noticed the two.
"Stop! You look unfamiliar. You're not from this town, are you?"
As an elderly man living alone, he also takes on the responsibility of guarding the forest.
The Kamado family's practice of cutting down trees for charcoal production to make a living is naturally legal, but if lawless people wantonly cut down trees and destroy the forest, Saburo cannot sit idly by.
"Ah, we are indeed not from this town."
With a slight smile, the Scribe continued.
"I came all the way from a far place. I heard there was a charcoal seller here with excellent skills, so I wanted to come and see for myself."
"Oh, you mean Tanjiro and the others."
After hearing the Scribe's explanation, Saburo finally showed a look of understanding.
Although this reason is somewhat unconvincing, the Scribe and Koinatsu do not seem like those lawless punishers and poachers.
As for the Black Feather on the Scribe's shoulder, Saburo thought it was just a strange crow.
If he were to hold a grudge against a crow, he would have lived such a long life in vain.
"Oh dear, let me tell you, the charcoal from the Kamado family..."
While pointing out the way to the Scribe, Saburo also boasted to him about how good the charcoal from the Kamado family was.
Seeing how enthusiastic Saburo, it was hard for Scribe to connect him with the cold old man from the original story.
Perhaps, a person can have two personalities during the day and at night?
Without much thought, Scribe and Koinatsu left.
With Saburo's directions, the rest of the journey went much more smoothly.
After walking for a while, the Scribe saw the smoke rising from the chimney.
After climbing up a small hill, the outline of the houses came into view.
Finally, Scribe, Koinatsu, and Black Feather in the sky stood atop the small hill.
Just a dozen meters ahead is a house.
In front of the house, there is a sign carved from wood.
Although the workmanship is somewhat rough, the lettering on it is indeed very clear.
"Kamado"
Chapter 199 Kamado Tanjuro