Late Night, Snowstorm, Bear's Roar

With Tanjiro's help, the speed of collecting herbs became much faster.

By the time the sun was almost directly overhead, most of them had already been found.

"Mister Scribe, are you hungry?"

As he spoke, Tanjiro took out a wrapped box from behind his back.

Slowly peel back the cloth strip, and you'll find a prepared rice ball inside.

"If you're hungry, please have some."

He handed the rice ball to Scribe, his face even showing a hint of anticipation.

"No need, you're at the stage where you're growing, just eat it yourself."

After patting Tanjiro's head, the Scribe stood up and walked into the depths of the forest.

"But..."

Seeing that the Scribe was about to leave, Tanjiro quickly stood up, wanting to follow him.

But before he could take two steps, a strange noise came from his stomach.

"Coo coo coo..."

Tanjiro's steps came to an abrupt halt, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

With a laugh, Scribe pointed to his stomach and said.

"Look, he's already starting to complain. Why don't you hurry up and comfort him?"

"Besides, a big feast is coming our way."

The Scribe's last words left Tanjiro somewhat puzzled: what did "a big meal is approaching" mean?

Is Nezuko bringing over a bento box, or is it Mother or Takeo and the others delivering it?

Just as Tanjiro was wondering, his eyes suddenly changed, as if he had noticed something.

With a slight twitch of his nose, he inhaled a scent that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Tanjiro put the rice ball aside and shouted at the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, watch out! There's a wild boar!"

Just as he roared, a cracking sound of trees falling suddenly came from the nearby jungle.

It was as if some enormous creature was passing through it at an extremely high speed.

Just a few seconds later, the sound approached.

"Whoosh!"

Five meters in front of the Scribe, a tree was knocked down, and two figures, one large and one small, jumped out from it.

"Bang, bang."

It slammed heavily onto the ground, the immense force creating two deep craters.

Upon closer inspection, they were indeed two wild boars.

Although wild boars do not hibernate, they usually hide in sunny, sheltered mountain hollows during the winter.

No matter how you look at it, the forest in front of them doesn't seem like a suitable place for them to spend the winter.

But the Scribe didn't think much about why they were there, because he noticed that the two wild boars had moved.

Without hesitation, the little boar bypassed the Scribe and charged straight at Tanjiro.

The larger wild boars let out a howl, their scarlet eyes gleaming with ferocity.

With a powerful stomp of its four limbs on the ground, its massive body transformed into a heavy tank, charging towards the Scribe.

Tanjiro, protect yourself!

Seeing the wild boar charging towards him, the Scribe remained completely calm, instead reminding Tanjiro to be careful.

At this moment, Tanjiro heard what he said, but he was already exhausted from being chased by the wild boar and had no time to reply.

Although the wild boar chasing him was fierce, Tanjiro was quite skilled and his life was not in danger for the time being.

I'll help him out after I've dealt with this big one myself.

Just as the Scribe was thinking this, the wild boar had already charged in front of him.

Its enormous head rose, its sharp fangs reflecting light like two medieval knight's lances.

It will use its most powerful and potent weapon to pierce through the human in front of it, then stomp on the ground and tear it to pieces.

Only by doing this will its fear lessen a little.

"Roar roar roar!"

The charging wild boar roared and increased its speed even further.

The fangs pierced into the body of the standing Scribe, and a large spray of blood immediately gushed out.

Yeah, right.

The scene the wild boar had imagined did not appear, and the Scribe's body, which had been pierced, vanished into thin air as if made of mist.

The wild boar was stunned for a moment, having never seen anything like it before.

His forward-rushing body was unstoppable, and he crashed straight into the large tree in front of him.

"Bang!"

The sharp fangs smashed into the tree trunk, piercing it instantly and becoming firmly lodged inside.

No matter how hard the wild boar tried, it couldn't pull its tusks out, nor could it back up even half a step.

Just as the wild boar was getting annoyed by this, it suddenly felt a slight weight on its back, as if something heavy had been dropped on it.

"Hey, big guy, it's my turn now."

The Scribe's voice came from behind, and the wild boar's resistance intensified.

But this so-called intensity only lasts for less than a second.

With a single, effortless strike, Scribe killed the boar. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the decapitated boar.

"So, why exactly are wild boars here?"

Although his brain was spinning rapidly, the Scribe's body was turned toward Tanjiro, preparing to go to his rescue.

However, just as the Scribe turned his head, the battle between the man and the pig was already coming to an end.

Tanjiro forward, raised his forehead high, and then slammed it down, unleashing a powerful headbutt.

Not to be outdone, the little wild boar took a running start and charged off.

"Thump!"

A collision sound rang out, followed by the crisp sound of bones shattering.

Seeing this, the Scribe couldn't help but worry about Tanjiro.

An adult wild boar weighs between 90 and 200 kilograms, so even a small wild boar weighs over 70 kilograms.

The impact force generated by such a weight after a running start is quite terrifying.

If a minor is hit like that, the outcome will probably not be good.

Yeah, right.

Blinking, the Scribe could hardly believe the truth she was seeing.

The one who was knocked unconscious was actually the little wild boar!

Chapter 204 Late at night, wind and snow, the roar of a bear

Tanjiro was also blasted away by the impact, but he got up after rolling a few times on the ground.

Apart from his clothes being a little dirty and a little blood on his forehead, he looked almost perfectly fine.

At this moment, the Scribe finally understood how Tanjiro got the title of "Headbutt Pillar".

Thinking about it carefully, Tanjiro's "strangeness" seems to be inherited from Kamado Kie.

Kamado Nezuko, who is also a descendant of Kie, inherited her mother's "strangeness" of flicking the head.

For a moment, the Scribe couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless.

Tanjuro didn't seem as weak and easy to bully as he appears now, and neither does Kie.

In the past, I would never have believed that a gentle housewife who had always taken care of her children and sick husband could have the ability to headbutt a wild boar.

But when Kamado Kie and Tanjiro are mentioned, Scribe feels as if he has forgotten something.

This strange feeling, like something was being ignored, had been there ever since he arrived.

"What exactly is it?"

His brows furrowed, but the Scribe couldn't recall what it was no matter what he tried.

Just then, Tanjiro ran over and asked anxiously.

"Mister Scribe, are you alright?"

"Nothing and you."

Seeing Tanjiro approaching, the Scribe temporarily stopped thinking about what was going on.

"I'm fine too."

After briefly examining his body, Tanjiro replied.

"In that case, let's eat."

Hearing the Scribe say this, Tanjiro was slightly taken aback, and then slowly replied.

"Could it be that the feast we were talking about earlier was..."

"Shrug, "the Scribe said.

"Yeah, what else?"

After enjoying a wild boar feast with Tanjiro, Scribe cut off some of the tender meat to take back to Kie and the others.

After spending another half a day collecting the herbs, the two returned home.

After handing the wild boar meat over to Kie for cooking, Scribe then sent Tanjiro out of the mountains to ask around the town if anyone was interested in wild boar meat.

In the cold winter, there are not many prey to catch, and most people cannot eat fresh meat at all.

These two wild boars would be an excellent source of meat.

Sharp fangs also have considerable value, and perhaps a wealthy person would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy them and make them into handicrafts.

In short, the Scribe had already taken into account all the valuable parts of the two wild boars.

Seeing the Scribe's calculating and ruthless demeanor, like that of a black-hearted old merchant, Tanjiro's face twitched violently.

Of course, the wild boar was just an unexpected bonus; he would not forget his main task.

With the help of Kie, Nezuko, and others, the Scribe began treating Tanjuro.

The first step was to use milder medications to nourish Tanjuro's weak body.

At the Scribe's request, Tanjuro, after drinking the medicine, needs to practice Dance of the Fire God for a period of time.

According to him, when he first learned Dance of the Fire God from his father, he was much younger, healthier, and more energetic than he is now.

Even so, he often had trouble breathing and felt very uncomfortable.

Tanjuro only felt his body filled with power when he performed Dance of the Fire God, with the help of movement and breathing.

That's why, all these years, he's been able to jump from dusk till dawn with such a weak body without feeling exhausted.

Based on the Scribe's previous speculation, he felt that doing so would help Tanjuro's physical recovery.

Standing to the side, the Scribe stared intently at Tanjuro, observing his every move.

Occasionally, after he has finished a round of twelve moves, the Scribe will stop Tanjuro.

Give him a fresh bowl of herbs, or put some homemade patches on his body.