Parting Ways and Searching

Would you deliberately sever your head and let the Nichirin Blade slice through it?

Muzan couldn't guarantee that the Scribe wouldn't come up with some other tricks.

Since neither toughing it out nor dodging it works, the only option is to sacrifice the small to save the big.

"Ha!"

With a low growl, Muzan instantly exerted force in his waist.

With a few clicks, his height suddenly increased slightly.

"This guy tore his own spine!"

As a species that evolved from humans, demons are largely the same as humans in terms of their spine.

Normally, the spine is composed of vertebrae and intervertebral discs.

The two parts fit together closely and form the spine that supports the body.

But Muzan, with his mastery of his body, forcefully pulled apart the spine and intervertebral discs.

Separation means there is a gap, which means there is a little more distance.

Little by little, the gaps between the more than twenty vertebrae were enough to add ten centimeters to Muzan's body.

Because of the extra ten centimeters, the Scribe's original target for the neck was no longer in the same position.

"Pfft."

The sharp Nichirin Blade entered through Muzan's chest and slashed directly into Muzan body.

Damn it!

Cursing inwardly, the Scribe hadn't expected Muzan to possess such abilities.

Only a demon with an extremely strong ability to recover can do such a thing.

If a human were to forcibly break their spine, they would be destined to be paralyzed for the rest of their life.

With the exertion of his arm muscles, the Nichirin Blade, like a toasted dinner knife, sliced through the butter called "Muzan's Flesh."

The area above the chest flew backward, while the area below the chest convulsed continuously.

The cross-section emitted a burnt smell that was nauseating.

But the Scribe had neither the mood nor the time to care about these things.

Seeing the part of his body that had been sent flying by the slash, the Scribe knew that this operation had failed.

In pursuit of ultimate speed, he pushed all the muscle power in his body to its limit.

My body is currently filled with soreness, and it will take another ten seconds or so for me to fully recover.

Although a dozen seconds may sound short, it was enough for Muzan to escape and hide.

"Hahaha, Scribe, you didn't kill me this time, but you never will!"

A wild laugh rang out, his distorted face contorted with savagery.

His body, which was sent flying backward, exploded and broke into countless tiny pieces of flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood vanished without a trace from the shadows on the rooftops, the corners of the streets, and other places.

Silently watching Muzan escape from his grasp, the Scribe did not speak, nor did he show any sign of frustration.

Although I felt somewhat disappointed, I was far from feeling angry or frustrated.

If the Progenitor of Demons were so easy to kill, I would have killed him countless times already.

This was Muzan the first time Muzan had escaped from his grasp, but he would make this escape the last.

Turning his gaze away, the Scribe then looked at the majority of his body that he had left behind.

Surprisingly, although the body had no head, it still gave the impression of being alive.

A Clear World

After using the Clear World Scan, the Scribe understood why this had happened.

Muzan originally had five brains and seven hearts, which were distributed in various parts of his body.

But in that last attack, a brain and two hearts were destroyed.

Aside from the brain and heart that escaped from the small part of the body, most of the remaining organs are still inside this body.

Three brains, four hearts.

The majority of the body's structure makes it capable of remaining active even without a head.

Scribe even suspected that if he were given enough nutrition, another Muzan might grow out of him.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

The body in front of me doesn't even have a mouth, so what is it using to eat?

"It's chopped up."

With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe then raised his Nichirin Blade.

"Sun Breathing * Thirteenth Form"

To be on the safe side, the Scribe did not hesitate to use the Thirteenth Form, which required a great deal of effort.

Half a breath later, the remaining body was chopped into even pieces of flesh.

The flames scorched the surface, producing thick smoke and a pungent smell.

After doing all this, the Scribe disappeared from the spot in a few flashes.

Because in his perception, humans were already approaching this place.

To the Scribe's utter surprise, among the burning flesh and blood, there was a small fragment of a heart that, while burning, behaved in a rather strange manner.

This small fragment of the heart was beating at an extremely slow frequency.

Chapter 211 Separation and Search

Concealing his whereabouts, Scribe quietly returned to Kamado family.

"Knock knock knock"

A series of knocks sounded, and soon the door was slowly opened.

The first one to rush out was Koinatsu.

"Mister Scribe!"

She jumped into his arms, and Scribe could feel her body trembling slightly.

"I'm so scared, Mister Scribe, something will happen to you."

Koinatsu's voice was somewhat low, and tinged with a hint of panic.

"Don't be afraid, I'm standing right in front of you, aren't I?"

Scribe nodded silently to Koinatsu, indicating that she didn't need to be so nervous.

Black Feather flew out of the house, circled a few times, and then landed on his shoulder.

"That's right, young lady, you have way too little faith in Mister Scribe."

A hint of helplessness appeared on Hei Ling's face, and although Black Feather did not express concern, Scribe still caught the glint in her eyes.

Then, Kamado Tanjiro and Kamado Nezuko also emerged from it.

Behind them were Tanjuro, Kie, and the other Kamado family children.

"Have they already been driven away?"

Tanjuro swallowed hard, his face still showing signs of shock.

His arm, gripping the axe, trembled slightly, revealing his inner unease.

"Hmm, it's a pity it wasn't resolved."

While stroking Koinatsu's head, Scribe spoke in a calm tone.

"Mister Scribe, was the one you fought earlier the Muzan you mentioned?"

Looking at the uneven ground outside, Tanjiro spoke.

"Is that guy really that scary?"

The ground outside was full of potholes, and there were also marks left by Nichirin Blade.

Several felled trees were burning fiercely nearby, and most of the snow on the ground had melted.

"No."

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tanjiro immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He found it hard to believe that such a monster existed in the world, capable of destroying the environment so much in such a short time.

This power is probably comparable to the power of a salvo of artillery fire.

"This is only a portion of his strength; he is still far from reaching his full potential."

"What?!"

He exclaimed in surprise, and then Tanjiro's lips twitched violently.

Even at this level, they still only possess partial strength.

Just how terrifying was the power of the so-called Progenitor of Demons, the Demon King Kibutsuji Muzan?

However, on the other hand, the one whose strength is the most unpredictable is probably the Scribe who can chase after Muzan and slash at him.

Just thinking about the energy fluctuations he felt, the sounds he heard, and the air currents that emanated from the walls while he was hiding in the house made Tanjiro's heart race.

Such a monster must not be allowed to live in the world.

A chill ran through him. Having witnessed Muzan's Muzan power, Tanjiro had already formed the idea of eliminating him.

Muzan's existence is like a venomous python lurking in the shadows, appearing from time to time to bite you.

Even if it can't kill you, it can kill the people around you.

Even at the very least, his venom can cause a lot of trouble.

"Mister Scribe, could you..."

"Can."

Before Tanjiro could finish speaking, the Scribe nodded.

"However, you should know very well what kind of situation you will experience next."

As he spoke, the Scribe's expression grew increasingly serious.

A brutal environment, arduous training, terrifying enemies, and cunning demons.

These are things that Tanjiro, who lived in the ordinary world before, had never experienced.

"Although I don't know what I will experience, please believe me, Mister Scribe!"

With an expression that didn't look like he was joking at all, Tanjiro patted his chest and said.

"This is to protect my family, and also to protect the world."

Is that so?

Upon hearing Tanjiro's words, the Scribe smiled slightly.

"If you have the will, you can definitely do it."

Since Muzan is no longer here, there is no need for the Scribe to stay any longer.

After a quick packing, Scribe and Koinatsu planned to leave.

Before leaving, he also asked Tanjiro if he wanted to join the Demon Slayer Corps to learn Breathing Technique.

While the effectiveness of Dance of the Fire God is undeniable, learning and using it is not an easy task for Tanjiro, who has never been exposed to swordsmanship before.

"I suggest you learn some other sword techniques first, that would make things easier."

"In that case, we'll leave you alone, Mister Scribe!"