Looking at Tanjuro's expression, the Scribe said helplessly.
"Although I can't tell you why I've survived for so long, if you think about it carefully, you'll realize I'm not lying to you."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tanjuro quickly realized what was going on.
Ghosts are afraid of sunlight, but how much sunlight has the Scribe encountered since arriving here?
Whether he arrives here bathed in sunlight or displays his swordsmanship while basking in the sun, it is the best proof that he is not an evil spirit.
"I really am... what's wrong with me? I'm so easily startled."
With a self-deprecating laugh, Tanjuro clenched his fist and cracked it.
"Are you worried that you have no life left?"
The Scribe's voice suddenly rang out, looking at him with a smile.
"Yes."
"If that's the case, have you forgotten why I came here?"
"What are you here for?"
Upon hearing these words, Kamado Kie's previously worried eyes suddenly lit up with a bright light.
Yes, the Scribe came here precisely to save her husband.
At this moment, Tanjuro also remembered the Scribe's identity as a doctor, and said with great excitement.
"Mister Scribe, can you cure my ailing body?"
"Cannot."
Two words plunged Tanjuro into hell, but he remained calm on the surface.
It's normal that I can't get better after being sick for so long.
If it were that simple, we wouldn't need to wait for the Scribe; the town's doctor would suffice.
With a smile, the Scribe's next words pulled Tanjuro from hell into heaven.
"I can't guarantee that I can cure your illness 100%, but I can guarantee that you can at least return to a normal life."
Chapter 202 The Price of Treatment
"The Mister Scribe can help Father return to a normal life."
Upon hearing these words, Tanjiro excitedly grabbed the Scribe's arm.
"Mister Scribe, please, you must save my father!"
In Tanjiro's eyes, returning to a normal life and curing his illness are the same thing.
The only people who truly understand the difference between the two are probably the Scribe and Tanjuro himself.
They exchanged a glance, neither of them calling out a name, but simply smiled.
Next, the Scribe conducted a brief physical examination on Tanjuro to determine his specific condition.
But as the physical examination continued, the Scribe's face became increasingly expressionless, and finally he frowned deeply.
Weak, extremely weak.
According to the Scribe, Kamado Tanjuro's physical weakness was no different from that of a young child.
If he hadn't used "Dance of the Fire God" for many years, which nurtured an energy within his body through the power of his breath and constantly protected his internal organs, he probably would have died long ago.
Even so, as his body continues to deteriorate, this energy will gradually become unable to resist him, eventually leading to his death.
"Mister Scribe, how is my father?"
Seeing that the Scribe was frowning, Kamado Nezuko quickly grabbed his clothes and tugged at them gently.
"It's alright, the situation is much better than I expected."
Looking at Nezuko's anxious face, the Scribe's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he smiled calmly.
"Don't worry, Nezuko, everything will be alright."
Tanjuro smiled and said.
"Yes, Nezuko, you don't need to worry too much."
Hearing what the Scribe and Tanjuro said, Nezuko nodded, her expression softening.
As her nerves relaxed, a look of weariness appeared on her face.
"If you're tired, go and rest. I'll check it again."
Scribe patted Nezuko's head, indicating that she should go and rest.
With a gentle tap, Nezuko left the room to rest.
Watching Nezuko leave, the Scribe slowly spoke.
"Your children are all very good children."
"Of course, I'm very proud to have them."
A hint of relief and affection flashed in his eyes as Tanjuro rarely praised his child.
"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe poured a glass of water for the patient who was "showing off" his child.
"You can probably guess the price you'll have to pay for this treatment. Can you accept it?"
Clearly, what the Scribe said earlier was just to appease Tanjiro and the others.
His medical skills are indeed very high, but Tanjuro's "illness" is not a simple matter either.
"Right now, all I want is to be with my family."
Instead of giving a direct answer, Tanjuro subtly revealed his decision.
He also has a general understanding of his own physical condition.
The most likely reason for this unknown weakness was guessed.
Clear World.
Kamado Tanjuro is just an ordinary person who hasn't learned Breathing Technique, but he possesses the seemingly bug-like ability to Clear World.
This allows him to see aspects of living things that ordinary people cannot.
Because of this, having witnessed the world's diversity from a young age, he was quite emotionally detached, much like a plant in nature.
The same reason that he had Clear World put enormous pressure on his body.
Without systematic training in Breathing Technique, his physical strength was completely insufficient to withstand the dangers brought about by using the Clear World. Over time, this led to his current state.
When God opens a window, He closes a door.
To acquire "talents" that ordinary people cannot possess, one must endure pain that ordinary people cannot accept.
Fortunately, Tanjuro "luckily" learned Dance of the Fire God from his father.
Although it wasn't a traditional Breathing Technique, it allowed him to live longer.
If we want Tanjuro to return to a normal life, we will have to give up some things.
The Scribe didn't know if it was too late for Tanjuro to learn the Breathing Technique now. In the Demon Slayer Corps, there was no one else who was so old to have just started learning the Breathing Technique.
If he cannot actively strengthen himself by learning Breathing Technique, he can only take the path of passive strengthening.
Nobody knows what will happen in the end.
Perhaps Kamado Tanjuro will become the first elderly woodcutter who, despite not knowing Breathing Technique, can "Clear World."
They might also learn Breathing Technique and, combined with their own abilities, leap into becoming top-tier powerhouses.
But more likely, they will die during the treatment process.
This is a talent, a talent that billions of living beings can only envy.
But at the same time, isn't this also a curse and a constraint?
"You're not someone who's afraid of death, so of course you won't just die like this."
Suddenly, the Scribe said something unexpected.
"Huh, why would you say that?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's sudden remark, Tanjuro smiled, a hint of happiness on his face.
"Aside from today, we've never met before, so why?"
There's no reason why.
Interrupting Tanjuro, the Scribe sighed, seemingly lost in thought.
"A voice inside me is telling me that's all."
After saying that, the Scribe turned around and walked out of the room.
As he closed the door, he casually offered a reminder.
"Go to sleep early. Treatment will begin tomorrow."
Tanjuro was clearly taken aback when he saw the Scribe suddenly leave.
After a long while, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
What a strange person.
As if he were talking to himself, Tanjuro spoke slowly.
"However, he was also a good person."
Chapter 203 Headbutt
The next morning, the Scribe left the Kamado family and went to the nearby forest.
Since treatment is about to begin, herbs are an essential consumable.
He had no experience treating "patients with Clear World," so he had to figure things out step by step.
Tanjuro's body is so weak that the initial effects of the medicine cannot be too strong; the effects must be gradually increased from weak to strong.
In short, this is a huge project, and the things and elements that need to be considered could probably not be written down in a notebook.
He casually wove a utensil from the branches he had picked up, and the Scribe sorted the herbs he had gathered and put them inside.
After a while, his ears suddenly twitched slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the bushes behind him parted, Tanjiro walked over.
"Mister Scribe, if you need anything, just tell me."
For Tanjiro, the Scribe was not only a mysterious and powerful guest, but also a kind person who told him about the history of the Kamado family, and even a doctor who saved his father.
Tanjiro's admiration and respect for the Scribe reached its peak due to his triple identity.
"It's Tanjiro."
With a slight smile, Scribe waved his hand and said.
"No need for that trouble, I can do it myself."
"It's alright. I've been chopping wood around here for years, and I know the area pretty well."
Tanjiro slapped his chest, his face full of seriousness.
Please let me help you find the herbs!
With a sharp twitch at the corner of his mouth, Scribe looked at the stubborn Tanjiro and didn't know what to say.
After a long while, he sighed and said.
"Well, okay, then go and look for it..."
"Yes!"
After receiving the "instructions" from the Scribe, Tanjiro jogged away contentedly.