Just as they reached the front of the house, a figure who had just stepped out stopped the Scribe and his companions, asking in confusion.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
The girl in front of me had black hair, which was styled into a round bun.
She wore a pink kimono, and her pupils were also pink. She was very beautiful and gave people a gentle feeling.
"I've come to the Kamado family. You must be Kamado Nezuko."
"Yes, I am Nezuko."
Even though it was their first meeting, the handsome man in front of them said his name.
"Could it be that this is someone who has come looking for me?"
The idea popped into her head, but Nezuko quickly dismissed it.
I'm so young, it's not the right time for me to do that kind of thing.
She quickly shook her head, and only then did she feel that her cheeks were not so hot anymore.
"Please, please come this way."
Nezuko stepped aside and pointed, leading the way for Scribe and Koinatsu inside.
Under her guidance, the two Scribe met Kamado Kie.
The mother and daughter look exactly alike, and their smiles are heartwarming.
"Oh, are you a guest?"
Upon seeing the Scribe and Koinatsu, Kamado Kie immediately thought that guests had come to their home.
"Nezuko, go boil a kettle of water to make tea for the guests, and while you're at it, go call Tanjiro."
However, the Scribe waved his hand and said...
"No need, I want to know where Kamado Tanjuro is."
"My husband?"
Upon hearing that Scribe wanted to find her husband, a look of confusion slowly appeared on Kie's face.
Her husband is now bedridden and hasn't been able to go out for a long time.
Why would anyone come looking for him when he's perfectly fine?
A glance at Kamado Kie's expression told Scribe that she was somewhat worried about their purpose.
"Actually, I am a doctor, and I came here specifically to treat your husband's illness."
By spreading his hands, the Scribe indicated that he had no other intentions.
To further dispel Kamado Kie's doubts and worries, he closed his eyes and twitched his nose slightly.
"Ephedra, tangerine peel, um, and also Peucedanum praeruptorum and Platycodon grandiflorus, but the decoction time is still too short, it would be better if the heat was increased a bit more."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Kamado Kie's eyes widened in surprise.
The medicinal herbs that the Scribe mentioned were some of the herbs she had prepared for her husband.
Not only that, the man in front of him could even sense that the frying time was insufficient and the temperature was not high enough.
Even though it was my first time here, I was able to sense this information.
This is enough to show that the Scribe was a highly skilled physician.
"I'm very sorry, it was my rudeness."
With a slight bow, Kamado Kie apologized for her previous doubts.
"It's okay, it's also related to my failure to explain in time."
Seeing that Kamado Kie had dispelled her doubts, the Scribe continued.
"Can you introduce me to Kamado Tanjuro?"
"My husband is here, please come with me."
Kie got up and walked out of the room first.
"Koinatsu, I'll be back in a bit. Can you help me out here?"
Yes, Mister Scribe.
Nodding, Koinatsu responded.
Since the Scribe doesn't want her to go with him, he must have his reasons.
She's a smart girl; she knows that not knowing something isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Soon, led by Kamado Kie, the Scribe arrived outside a room.
"Please come in, guest."
Before Kie could open the door, a man's voice came from inside.
The man's voice sounded very gentle, but it revealed a strong sense of weakness.
"Sorry to bother you."
The Scribe pushed open the door and went inside.
Inside the room, Kamado Tanjuro was propping himself up, moving his upper body out from under the covers.
Seeing this, Kie quickly stepped forward to help him.
Despite it being a simple movement, when Tanjuro sat up straight, Scribe could clearly sense that he was even weaker.
"Lying down is fine too, I don't mind."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Kamado Tanjuro simply shook his head.
"This is not how you treat a guest."
"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet, sir."
After settling her husband in, Kie suddenly asked a question, a hint of embarrassment on her face.
After confirming the Scribe's exceptional medical skills, she was so anxious about her husband's condition that she subconsciously forgot to ask his name.
With a slight smile, the Scribe began to speak.
"My name is Scribe)."
When they heard their names, neither Kamado Kie nor Tanjuro showed much surprise.
Taking all of this into view, the Scribe couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"So much time has passed, have you even forgotten your name?"
The fact that the Kamado family had forgotten their own names was actually within his expectations.
Time is merciless and will destroy everything.
Whether it's human memory or the objects left behind, everything is so fragile in its presence.
For an ordinary family to be able to pass down the Sun Breathing (Dance of the Fire God) must have taken all their effort.
After coughing a few times, Tanjiro patted his wife's hand and said gently.
"Kie, go and make me a cup of tea. Let me have a good talk with this Mister Scribe."
"But your body..."
"It's alright, there's a doctor here, how could anything happen to me?"
When Kie helped him earlier, Tanjuro learned from her what had happened and that the Scribe was a doctor who had come to treat his illness.
Although he still had many doubts in his mind, Tanjuro still chose to leave himself alone with the Scribe.
Meanwhile, the Scribe, watching the "loving" couple, raised an eyebrow.
Although he knew that the Kamado couple didn't mean it that way, he still felt like he'd been fed a mouthful of food.
"Okay, if anything happens, be sure to call me."
After glancing at her husband's face again, Kie nodded and walked outside.
"Thud"
With a soft click, the door closed, leaving only the Scribe and Kamado Tanjuro inside.
"So, Mr. Tanjuro, is there anything you'd like to say to me?"
"I just want to know, Mister Scribe, why would someone like you be in a place like this?"
Although his face was almost completely devoid of color, the Scribe could hear a chilling killing intent deep within Tanjuro's voice.
"I think you've misunderstood something."
Scribe sat cross-legged opposite Tanjuro, looking directly into his eyes.
"Don't you want to know the true face of the Dance of the Fire God?"
Chapter 200 Sun Breathing and Dance of the Fire God
"What is the true nature of Dance of the Fire God?"
Tanjuro frowned when he heard the words "Dance of the Fire God" from the Scribe.
This is a sacrificial dance passed down through generations of their family, a dance offered to pray for peace from the "God of Fire".
He inherited from his father, who in turn inherited from his grandfather, and the inheritance was passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years.
Now, this doctor who suddenly appeared in front of me is telling me that Dance of the Fire God is not as simple as she seems on the surface.
What Tanjuro was even more concerned about was how the Scribe knew about "Dance of the Fire God".
As a unique sacrificial dance of the Kamado family, I have never heard of anyone else having a similar tradition over the years.
The more Tanjiro pondered the reasons behind it, the more suspicious things seemed to him.
Similarly, his unease grew stronger.
After just a few glances at Tanjuro's expression, the Scribe guessed what he was thinking.
"I told you, you don't need to be nervous."
His gaze shifted slightly before he spoke.
"Where are your earrings? Why aren't you wearing them?"
"Mister Scribe, who exactly are you?!"
If the knowledge of Dance of the Fire God's existence already surprised and unsettled Tanjuro, the moment the matter of the earrings was revealed, Tanjuro felt even more fear.
How did this man, who looked to be only about twenty years old, know about the "Dance of the Fire God" and "Flame Earrings" that the Kamado family had passed down from their ancestors?
Could it be that the other party has designs on them?
Thinking of this, Tanjuro clenched his fists unconsciously.
If the Scribe truly reveals his greed for the Dance of the Fire God and earrings, and endangers the safety of his family, he will not stand idly by.
Admittedly, he was physically weak and often couldn't express his emotions, just like a plant.
But this doesn't mean he doesn't love his family.
Besides, I'm not as "crippled" as I appear on the surface.
If someone truly sees themselves as worthless, they will pay a heavy price.
"This is a long story, and it can't be explained in a short time."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated to Tanjuro that he didn't need to be nervous.
"It's okay, we have plenty of time. If one day isn't enough, we can have two or three days."
Tanjuro kept his eyes fixed on the Scribe, fearing that he might do something outrageous.
"The key question is, do you believe me when I say this?"
Seeing Tanjiro's tense face, the Scribe smiled faintly.
"I'm afraid even you couldn't tell such a lie."