You Chase Me, I Run

"Uncle Inoue, how are your injuries?"

"Xiao Ze, you're still as mischievous as ever."

Faced with the townspeople's warm greetings, the Scribe naturally responded in kind.

After Tanjiro helped a young man clear his name of a false accusation, the Scribe parted ways with him.

He spent most of the day buying the gifts he had promised, and also bought some other things according to his own ideas.

After meeting at the agreed-upon meeting place, Scribe and Tanjiro headed into the mountains.

"Good heavens, it's getting late."

Looking up at the setting sun, Scribe said calmly.

"Let's walk a little faster."

"I'm sorry, I've taken up your time."

Tanjiro lowered his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

It's all because of him; otherwise, they would have already gone back by now.

"It's alright, you were just trying to help someone."

Scribe waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn't take it to heart.

After walking for a while, a house appeared in front of them.

"Isn't this Tanjiro and the Scribe? Are you still going into the mountains?"

"Yes, Grandpa Saburo, don't worry, I have a very good nose, I won't get lost."

"I'm not worried about you getting lost."

With a serious expression, Saburo's voice was somewhat low.

"At night, ghosts may appear."

The moment Saburo uttered those words, the usually composed Scribe instantly frowned.

He glanced at the sun, which was almost setting, and then looked at the distant mountains.

He felt a sense of familiarity as soon as he entered the town.

Now, Saburo's appearance confirmed his doubts.

The townspeople who greeted him, the young man who was falsely accused because of the cat, and Saburo who tried to persuade him to stay.

All these elements combined point to the same thing.

Today is the day he has been waiting for.

After glancing at the Scribe who had suddenly made a big move, Saburo continued.

"Why don't you stay here tonight..."

"We can't stay here!"

Interrupting him, the Scribe yanked the bamboo basket off Tanjiro's back.

Scribe quickly stuffed the bags and bamboo baskets containing the gifts into Saburo's hands.

"Please leave these things here for now and take a look."

After saying that, the Scribe didn't wait for Saburo's reply and grabbed Tanjiro as they ran out.

Saburo stood there, stunned, watching the Scribe and Tanjiro walk away.

"Mister Scribe, what's wrong with you?"

With his arm being pulled by the Scribe, Tanjiro felt as if his body was about to be torn in two.

Rather than saying that she was running after him, it would be more accurate to say that she was being dragged along by the Scribe.

"Do you remember what I told you? Today is the day I've been waiting for."

With a serious expression, the Scribe looked at Tanjiro, his eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity.

"Listen carefully, after you go back, stay in the house with your family, and no matter what happens, don't come out."

"But..."

Tanjiro was about to say something when he was interrupted by the Scribe.

"There are no 'buts'. You just need to know that this is a matter of life and death for you. I will not harm you."

Hearing the Scribe say this, Tanjiro didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

Looking at the Scribe and Tanjiro running back, Kie and Tanjuro's faces were full of confusion.

"No time to explain, hide quickly!"

After pushing Tanjiro into the house, Scribe slammed the door shut.

After doing all that, he took a piece of wood and sat on it.

Staring straight ahead at the only path leading up, Scribe remained silent.

The night wind blew quietly, and the winter snowflakes drifted slowly.

Gradually, the noise inside the room disappeared, leaving only a deathly silence.

He drew his Nichirin Blade and planted it in the ground, then crossed Scribe hands and placed them on the hilt.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a familiar presence suddenly appeared in his senses.

Kibutsuji Muzan is coming.

Chapter 208 You Chase Me, I Run

While the Scribe waited, a tall, thin figure appeared at the foot of the mountain.

His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, he was dressed in black, and he wore a black round hat.

His cold, stern face was completely indifferent, but a hint of anger lurked deep in his eyes.

In recent years, Kibutsuji Muzan mood.

There are many reasons, and none of them are solutions.

First of all, there are more and more "disobedient" ghosts during the Twelve Kizuki.

The Koyuki of the Lower Rank Four is a good example.

When facing ordinary swordsmen, Koyuki will display the formidable power of the Twelve Kizuki.

Without hesitation, it killed it and then devoured it completely.

When she faces a Pillar-level swordsman, she will run away without hesitation, without having the slightest thought of fighting back.

Muzan could not accept such behavior from his subordinates; in his view, this was a reckless test of his bottom line.

The purpose of giving them great power, infinite life, and ageless bodies was to have them find the Blue Spider Lily and defeat the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.

But Koyuki's approach is like only fighting the minions and ignoring the elites. The same applies to missions; preserving one's life is the most important thing.

If a suitable demon had been found to replace him, Muzan would have killed him long ago.

The purpose of forming the Twelve Kizuki is simply to achieve one's goals safely.

Let things like the Lower Rank die; it would be better if they could be traded for a human Pillar-level swordsman.

Even if a one-for-one exchange isn't possible, replacing an arm or a leg would be acceptable.

The Upper Rank is the core of the Twelve Kizuki, far surpassing the Lower Rank, which has changed several times over the centuries.

Aside from Koyuki, there's Doma and Upper Rank Six.

One hundred years ago, Doma brought back Upper Rank Six, who was still human, and with Muzan's consent, transformed him into a demon.

I thought it was just a whim of Doma's, but I never expected that the strange-looking human would eventually become Upper Rank One.

Despite being only at the bottom of the Upper Six ranks, Muzan himself was somewhat curious about that peculiar ability.

What's even more unacceptable is that, because of Doma, Upper Rank Six seems to be getting a little too close to him.

Both demons are the type that Muzan in terms of their behavior and style.

Two of the six Upper Rank demons are like this, which makes Muzan, as the "boss," quite helpless and disgusted.

A few days ago, he learned from Doma about the progress in the search for the "Blue Spider Lily".

However, all they got were some old-fashioned legends and useless false information.

Enraged, Muzan decided to go for a walk to clear his head.

After casually killing a few clueless humans, he felt much better.

Now, he wants to find a place to rest for a while.

The high-end shoes crunched and squeaked as they stepped on the snow.

Muzan slowly walked upwards, step by step.

"Phew~"

When he reached the top, he saw the house of the Kamado family.

Not far from the house, there was a snowman.

"There are actually humans living here?"

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, Muzan then walked towards the house.

Having a house would be better, at least it would save him from getting his clothes dirty. (Reading by La)

After killing the homeowner, the house becomes yours.

For some reason, after walking only a dozen meters, Muzan suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What does this feel like?"

With a change in expression, Muzan clearly sensed the abnormality in the cells within his body.

His steps grew smaller and smaller as he walked, observing his surroundings and trying to find the reason for this feeling.

But no matter how he searched, all he could find around him was wind and snow, forest, houses, and that snowman.

Filled with caution and unaware of the truth, he planned to leave this eerie place to prevent any accidents.

Just as he stopped and was about to turn around, a faint "click" sound suddenly came from the previously silent environment.

Suddenly, a large clump of snow slid off the snowman in the distance, revealing what was hidden underneath.

"Run!"

Upon discovering that something was hidden beneath the snowman, Muzan immediately jumped back and ran down the mountain.

At the same time, the air was filled with murderous intent.

That feeling of violence, burning heat, anger and other complex emotions intertwined was all too familiar to Muzan.

"The Scribe!"

With a loud roar, Muzan's expression instantly twisted into a grimace.

He didn't know why he had met the Scribe here, and judging from the fact that the librarian was disguised as a snowman, he was deliberately waiting for him.

"Give me your life!"

Seeing Muzan running away, Scribe chased after him.

He was absolutely certain that his infiltration was flawless, and his killing intent was perfectly concealed, without a trace leaking out.

Not knowing what was Muzan with Muzan, they stopped halfway through the journey.

With no way to close the distance between them, he had no choice but to make the first move.

He swung his Nichirin Blade incessantly, unleashing streaks of flame that slashed towards Muzan's legs.

Faced with a life- Muzan- death situation, Muzan unleashed his full power.

His upper body clothes shattered instantly, and his arms transformed into several tentacles, which slammed into the ground.

The tentacles threw out a large clump of snow, which landed on the Scribe.