Scribe's Training

If the Scribe notices that the other person's movements are somewhat abnormal or deviate too much, he will point it out without hesitation.

Tanjuro would immediately correct any errors pointed out by the Scribe.

With the Scribe's guidance, he felt incredibly relaxed jumping up and performing the "Dance of the Fire God".

It was far more powerful than anything else, and the many cells in the body seemed to be cheering.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, stood silently to the side, watching the conversation and actions between the Scribe and his father.

He memorized all of the movements of "Dance of the Fire God" and also remembered every word the Scribe said.

How should the movements be performed, and what should the range of motion be?

It may be just a small difference, but the results can be completely different.

Seven days have passed since Tanjuro's treatment began.

One day, Tanjiro, who had just returned from selling charcoal down the mountain, brought back some news.

A bear attacked and killed a person on a nearby mountain.

Although hunters have been organized to search for and kill the man-eating bear, it has not yet been found.

To ensure safety, the Kamado family would light a bonfire near their home at night and string a rope with bells attached to it.

When the Scribe heard this news, he was also surprised for a moment.

"From now on, I'll be in charge in the mornings. In the afternoons, Tanjiro, please keep an eye on your father. I'm going out for a bit."

Tanjiro was puzzled by the Scribe's sudden outburst, but he nodded nonetheless.

Three days passed, and the Scribe would go out early every afternoon and return at dusk.

Not only that, the Scribe would also deliberately stay up very late at night, sometimes even all night.

Even so, Tanjiro couldn't see a trace of fatigue on the Scribe's face, not even a dark circle under his eyes.

He had asked the Scribe if he wanted to rest, but the answer he received was that he didn't need to at all.

One night, the wind and snow suddenly intensified, and the outside temperature was unusually low.

Standing outside, the Scribe, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked in one direction.

He slowly pushed open the door and saw Tanjuro getting dressed.

As if knowing his thoughts, the Scribe looked directly into Tanjuro's eyes and spoke.

"I'll go, you just rest."

"Well... okay."

After hesitating for a moment, Tanjuro showed a hint of apology on his face and thanked him.

"Thank you for your help."

"Fine."

After waking Tanjiro, the Scribe pointed outside.

"Come with me."

Rubbing his eyes, Tanjiro didn't understand why the Scribe would wake him up at this time.

But when he looked at his father, he received a nod of approval.

After getting dressed, he quickly ran out of the room and followed behind the Scribe.

Scribe picked up the axe Tanjiro used for chopping wood and walked ahead without saying a word.

After a short while, he suddenly stopped, as if waiting for something.

Just as Tanjiro was wondering, a roar suddenly rang out from ahead.

It sounds like the sound of a bear.

Chapter 205 The Instruction of the Scribe

"A bear ahead?!"

An idea suddenly popped into Tanjiro's mind, and he quickly connected it with the man-eating bear he had heard about earlier.

Just as she was about to say something, Scribe put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

"They're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy footsteps came from ahead, as if something heavy was approaching.

Snowflakes drifted down onto that tall figure, the white specks standing out starkly against his dark brown body.

Without a doubt, this is a strong brown bear.

Upon seeing the brown bear, the Scribe's brow suddenly furrowed.

Although it was faint, he could smell a familiar bloody odor emanating from this guy.

It smells like the wild boar I killed.

"I see."

After a little thought, the Scribe understood the gist of the matter.

As a hibernating species, brown bears were originally sleeping peacefully.

But unexpectedly, they were awakened by wild boars of all sizes seeking a den to live in.

Enraged, it began fighting the wild boar to defend its territory.

The two wild boars, large and small, were injured and fled, but then encountered the Scribe and Tanjiro.

During the fight, the den was destroyed, and the brown bear lost the possibility of hibernation.

So he could only wander around in the winter, looking for new places.

In such cold conditions, brown bears consume a truly staggering amount of fat and energy every day.

Unable to catch enough food, it became so hungry that it eventually resorted to eating people.

Moreover, there were six people.

"We can't let you take another step forward."

Looking at the brown bear standing outside the bell, the Scribe slowly spoke.

"Although you are pitiful, eating people is not a good thing."

Although the Scribe was not short, compared to the bear, which stood over nine feet tall, he looked like a doll.

At this moment, Tanjiro, who was standing behind a tree, was pale and filled with fear, and froze on the spot.

He couldn't understand why the Scribe wasn't afraid.

That was a huge bear that had eaten several people; only a hunter with a shotgun could pose a threat to it!

Although he had seen the Scribe's swordsmanship and knew it was a form of attack, so what?

Even the most powerful human can defeat a brown bear with a wood-chopping axe.

Tanjiro was unaware that his fear had rendered him incapable of thinking.

Just then, the Scribe suddenly turned around and looked at him.

"Tanjiro, pay attention to your breathing and movements."

"Well?"

Completely baffled as to why the Scribe was raising his breathing and making movements at this moment, Tanjiro simply wanted to warn the Scribe to be careful of the brown bear.

But out of fear, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

All he could do was observe and remember every move the Scribe made.

"Eliminate useless movements and exert maximum force with minimal movements."

As he spoke, the Scribe pointed to his head.

"In this way, your mind will gradually become transparent."

"Mister Scribe, what are you talking about?!"

Finally mustering his courage, Tanjiro roared, trying to get the Scribe to escape.

But the Scribe acted as if he hadn't heard him and continued speaking.

"Just like when people close their eyes to listen carefully to a sound, select what is most important, necessary, and crucial at a certain time."

Slowly closing his eyes, the Scribe stood there with an axe in his hand, as if he were asleep.

At this moment, the brown bear could no longer endure the painful hunger and cold, roared, and pounced.

"Over time, the opening and closing of blood vessels and muscles in the human body will be completed as quickly and easily as blinking, and a bright path will appear."

The brown bear was getting close behind, its shadow enveloping the Scribe.

Its enormous mouth was open, and you could already smell the stench.

The sharp claws made a piercing sound as they cut through the air, and you could feel a needle-like pain on your skin.

Tanjiro stretched out a hand, his eyes wide with terror.

But at that moment, the Scribe's lips suddenly curled up slightly.

"This is the 'realm' that can only be reached after struggling with all one's might and enduring countless hardships."

After saying that, he disappeared.

"This is the world of clarity and transparency."

Speak slowly and deliberately, the Scribe, who had jumped into mid-air, gradually opened his eyes.

Then, to Tanjiro's astonishment, he moved.

The toes touched the bound bells, and a crisp sound rang out.

With a backflip in mid-air, the Scribe, who had been facing away from the brown bear, appeared above and behind it.

The right arm is horizontal, and the left arm crosses it, also horizontal.

The axe reflected a cold gleam in the moonlight, as if it were venting something.

Only then did the brown bear realize that the Scribe had disappeared.

His claw missed its target, and after a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly became furious.

But before it could even figure out where the Scribe had gone, it heard his figure behind it.

"You are already dead."

With his feet firmly planted on the brown bear's back, he instantly exerted force in the muscles of his arm gripping the axe.

"Swish"

The axe transformed into a streak of light and cleaved out fiercely.

After two whooshing sounds, the axe blade was already stained with a large amount of blood.

The brown bear's confused and angry expression froze on its face, its eyes filled with disbelief.

"Knock knock"

His massive body leaned forward, then he knelt on the ground with a loud thud.

Just as Tanjiro was wondering why things had suddenly turned out this way, a small wound appeared on the brown bear's neck.

First came the thick fur, then the muscles, tissues, organs, and even the hardest bones, all of which were severed.

The cross-section is quite smooth, with no visible signs of curling.

A large amount of blood gushed out, instantly staining the nearby fur red.

The head slowly fell to the ground, rolled several times, and then stopped.

The splattered blood, like scattered flower petals, fell freely, dotting the snowflakes and staining them red.

Tanjiro fell silent as he looked at the Scribe standing on the brown bear's back.

Although his brain hadn't fully grasped what had just happened, one thing was obvious.