Scribe could actually guess the general reason why Kamado Tanjuro was so nervous and cautious.
From the moment he saw him, he could sense the thick aura of death surrounding Tanjuro.
He probably has about half a month to a month left to live.
In the final moments of his life, Tanjuro naturally hoped to do everything in his power to protect his family.
For this reason, Tanjuro dared not put his mind at ease regarding the Scribe, whose arrival, identity, and purpose were all unknown.
Every now and then, he would glance at the Nichirin Blade at the Scribe's waist, as if afraid it would be drawn at any moment.
"Want to soak up some sun?"
Suddenly, the Scribe changed the subject, shifting the conversation to a seemingly unrelated topic.
"Human survival is inseparable from the sun; it brings warmth to the earth, dispels darkness, and eliminates..."
The Scribe's voice grew softer and softer until Tanjuro couldn't hear the last few words.
Although I don't know what he's thinking, I'm just sunbathing, what's there to be afraid of?
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mister Scribe. I'm not able to move around easily."
"It's alright."
Upon reaching the door, the Scribe slowly pushed it open.
The sunlight outside was streaming into the courtyard, shining on the snowflakes and reflecting a rainbow of colors.
A ray of sunlight pierced through the courtyard and shone into the house, its gentle warmth easing Tanjuro's furrowed brows.
The Scribe glanced at the sun outside but remained silent.
Suddenly, he walked into the courtyard and closed his eyes.
Seeing the Scribe's "strange" behavior, Tanjuro didn't say anything, but just watched quietly.
He knew that the Scribe's narration had already begun.
"Whoosh~"
With a flick of his wrist, the Nichirin Blade was instantly drawn and held high above the Scribe.
The black and red blade gleamed in the sunlight, like flames, magnificent and dazzling.
"This is..."
Seeing the Scribe holding up his Nichirin Blade, Kamado Tanjuro's eyes widened instantly.
He was quite certain that he had never seen such a scene in his previous life.
But why does a strange sense of familiarity well up inside me?
Gradually, the Scribe began to move.
The raised Nichirin Blade fell to its lowest point, parallel to the arm, and then slashed forward.
The sound of a blade cutting through the air came, accompanied by a swishing sound.
After the horizontal slash, the Scribe's arm rotated half a circle, and then the Nichirin Blade swung upwards from below.
After the upward swing, the next movement is a full rotation around the body.
Following this is the twisting and turning of the body caused by irregular foot movements.
Somersault slash, spinning forward slash, upward thrust...
Tanjuro couldn't understand the sword techniques the Scribe was demonstrating, but the sense of familiarity he felt was becoming increasingly obvious.
Gradually, a figure began to overlap with the Scribe in front of him.
That was when he was a child, and it was the first time he saw his father demonstrate "Dance of the Fire God".
No, it should be said that the Scribe's movements were more fluid, more natural, and more in sync than his father's.
The Scribe is demonstrating "Dance of the Fire God" with a knife!
"How is this possible!"
Overwhelmed with surprise, Tanjuro felt a chill run down his spine, as if something in his brain had collapsed.
Things that have been passed down in the family for hundreds of years are now in the hands of an outsider.
Moreover, the Scribe seemed more familiar with the subject than they were, as if he were the one who had truly received the inheritance.
Tanjuro wanted to say something, but no words came out of his throat.
Without realizing it, he had become captivated by the Scribe's actions.
It wasn't until the Scribe sheathed his sword with a crisp "ding" that Kamado Tanjuro snapped out of his daze and realized what was happening.
Looking at the sky outside, I realized it was already sunset.
"Mister Scribe, who exactly are you?"
A trembling voice rang out, Tanjuro's mind was too shocked to think.
At that moment, he desperately wanted to know who the man in front of him was.
"I am the successor of the Sun Breathing, and the Sun Breathing is the predecessor of the Dance of the Fire God that you mentioned."
Chapter 201 Kamado Tanjiro
"The precursor to Dance of the Fire God, the Sun Breathing?"
Upon hearing a new term from the Scribe, Tanjuro was momentarily at a loss for words.
But at that moment, a loud thud suddenly came from the side of the courtyard.
Looking in the direction of the sound, the two saw a boy of about thirteen years old standing there, his face full of shock and fascination.
The sound came from the bamboo basket behind him falling to the ground.
The boy in front of me had short, dark red hair and unusually red eyes.
There is also a burn scar on his left forehead.
On his ears, he wore a pair of rare Flame Earrings.
Based on the other person's appearance and earrings, Scribe immediately determined his identity.
Kamado Tanjiro.
"Your son?"
"Yes, he is my eldest son, Tanjiro, who is thirteen years old this year."
With a wave of his hand, Tanjuro gestured for Tanjiro to come over.
"Tanjiro, he is..."
"Scribe, nice to meet you."
Interrupting Tanjuro's words, the Scribe patted Tanjiro's head and smiled slightly.
"Please take care of me from now on, Tanjiro."
"I am the one. Please give me your guidance in the future Mister Scribe."
Tanjiro quickly waved his hand, a hint of nervousness flashing across his face.
After observing the Scribe up close, his face showed even more curiosity, admiration, and respect.
"Mister Scribe, who exactly are you? Why do you use the 'Dance of the Fire God' that has been passed down through generations of our family?"
"Tanjiro, you can't be rude."
Tanjuro quickly stopped his son. Although he also wanted to know, he knew very well that the specific time should be decided by the Scribe.
With a hearty laugh, the Scribe said.
"It's getting late, let's eat. After we finish eating, I'll tell you the story."
"Okay!" (Reading La)
Young Tanjiro shouted, his face full of excitement.
At his age, he was naturally curious about those magical powers, so how could he let go of the "mysterious man" who suddenly appeared?
Watching Tanjiro's departing figure, the Scribe slowly spoke.
"Now, do you feel less nervous?"
"When I saw Dance of the Fire God, I knew I was wrong. I want to tell you..."
"No need. I should thank you more than that."
Instead of acknowledging Tanjuro's apology, the Scribe thanked him.
Things developed so quickly and abruptly that Tanjuro was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted.
Seeing that the Scribe had already reached the corner, he quickly called out.
"Thank you? Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for your efforts, hard work and sweat over the past few hundred years in order to pass on the Dance of the Fire God."
After a pause, the Scribe spoke in a calm voice.
"You have not disappointed Master Yoriichi."
The last sentence was spoken very softly, so softly that only the Scribe himself could hear it.
After dinner, the Scribe went to Tanjuro's room again.
Following behind him were Kamado Tanjiro, Kamado Kie, Koinatsu.
Also, Kamado Nezuko.
Nezuko is here too?
Seeing that his daughter had also come here, Tanjuro couldn't help but look at the Scribe.
Although he didn't speak, the meaning in his eyes was already very clear.
"Nezuko is a strong child; she can accept it."
The Scribe gently patted Nezuko's head and said calmly.
"Don't you understand your child?"
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tanjuro looked at Nezuko again and finally nodded.
He sighed, a helpless expression on his face.
Signaling everyone to quiet down, the Scribe began to tell the story.
From Tsugikuni Yoriichi creating the Sun Breathing, to his first meeting with the Kamado family, and then Yoriichi entrusting the earrings and the Sun Breathing to Kamado Tanjuro.
In the end, he found the location of the Kamado family and came here.
"I see."
After hearing the Scribe's story, Tanjuro looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply.
He never imagined that the "Dance of the Fire God" that his family had passed down for so long was actually a replica of the ancestral breathing technique "Sun Breathing".
The ritual dance was transformed into a weapon for slaying demons, a stark contrast that Tanjuro found difficult to accept at first.
As for the others, they didn't react as strongly.
Kie, Nezuko, and Koinatsu don't know Dance of the Fire God, and although Tanjiro has learned it, he's still young, so the impact isn't that obvious.
Only Tanjuro found it difficult to accept this fact for a while.
But suddenly, he noticed a point in the story he had just heard.
The Scribe said he had met the ancestor of the Kamado family, Kamado Tanjuro, who lived hundreds of years ago.
Doesn't that mean the Scribe...?
Thinking of this, Tanjuro's face turned pale instantly.
To survive that long, the only method he could think of was the cannibalistic demon that the Scribe had mentioned.
"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."