Treating Kyojuro Rengoku / Haori and Corps Uniform

No matter how Yae pulled the trigger, it wouldn't pull, and no flash of light appeared in the dark muzzle.

"Why now? I've always taken care of myself."

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, her wide-open eyes filled with confusion and melancholy.

"Father died as a man-eating demon, and Tae-ro and everyone else were eaten by him. Why can't I die?!"

Why won't you die?

Walking up to Yae, the Scribe pointed to the trigger.

"Perhaps, it's because your father doesn't want you to die."

Seeing the congealed blood on the trigger, Yae immediately understood that it was her father's blood that had congealed, causing the trigger to freeze and indirectly leading to this situation.

"Before he died, your father left you with one last sentence."

"Live on!"

As they walked out of the mountains, the Scribe spoke.

"You need to know that there are many people in the world who are just like you, and many people have experienced things that are even worse than yours."

Tomioka Giyu and Shinobu Butterfly remained silent, simply sheathing their swords and following behind the Scribe.

Looking at the three Scribe in the distance, Yae remained silent for a long time.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice trembling.

"Is this what Father meant when he said, 'If you take action, you must survive'?"

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Yae stood up and looked into the distance.

There, the morning sun is slowly rising, as if it were foreshadowing something.

With the ghost gone, the three Scribe had no reason to stay any longer.

When they passed a small stall, they decided to stop and have something to eat.

Before the food was served, Shinobu Butterfly said mysteriously to Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, did that ghost really leave any words before it died?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask Giyu."

Pointing to Tomioka Giyu beside him, the Scribe laughed heartily.

"He's the closest to the ghost, so he should hear it the most clearly."

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

With his head slightly lowered, Tomioka Giyu seemed to want no one to see his expression.

"No matter what happens, my mindset will not change."

"Yes, yes, I understand, my Mr. Water Hashira."

With a smile, Scribe put his arm around Tomioka Giyu's shoulder.

"I ordered you radish and salmon, which is your favorite dish. You should at least smile."

Upon hearing the words "radish and salmon," Tomioka Giyu's eyes lit up immediately.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Shinobu Butterfly, standing to the side, covered her mouth, surprised to see Tomioka Giyu's smile for the first time.

Chapter 224 Healing Rengoku KyoJuro

After finishing his meal, the Scribe decided to go back to the Demon Slayer Corps to take a look.

When he invited Tomioka Giyu and Shinobu Butterfly, both of them said they had other things to do.

"Being a pillar, you guys really have a tough job."

With a shrug, the Scribe smiled and said.

"In that case, I'll take my leave first."

Watching Scribe's departing figure, Shinobu Butterfly barely suppressed the urge to punch him.

Tomioka Giyu showed no expression, simply turning around and walking in another direction.

In his view, the one who should sit in the position of Water Hashira should not be himself, but Sabito, who is a Class A swordsman.

That's why he told the other pillars, "I'm different from you."

If Tomioka Giyu didn't do more, he wouldn't feel at ease with himself.

The Scribe, on the other hand, spent several days returning to the Demon Slayer Corps.

As soon as he returned, he encountered Rengoku KyoJuro had returned from hunting demons.

"Oh, Mister Scribe, how have you been lately?"

With a loud laugh, Kyojuro strode over to the Scribe and said.

"My father said that if he ever meets you, Mister Scribe, he would definitely invite you to visit the Rengoku Family."

Scribe didn't refuse. Anyway, he had nothing to do right now, so taking a break now and then was a good thing.

Soon, the two, who were traveling together, arrived at the Rengoku Family.

Rengoku Shinjuro looked somewhat excited at the sudden visit from the Scribe.

After a hearty meal and drinks, he got a little drunk and started boasting to the Scribe about Kyojuro.

Through Shinjuro's words, the Scribe learned about Kyojuro's current situation.

Having been Ranked Corps Member for a long time, his use of Breathing Technique is no less than that of Shinjuro, and may even be superior.

Shinjuro even stated that he was already planning to relinquish his position as the Flame Pillar.

With a hearty laugh, Scribe took a sip of tea and said.

"In my opinion, that day will come very soon."

"Then I'll take your kind words, Mister Scribe."

Just as the two were talking, the sounds of Kyojuro and Senjuro training could be heard outside.

Signaling that Shinjuro hadn't spoken, the Scribe quietly went outside and looked at the two brothers.

Kyojuro, the older brother, was training his younger brother Senjuro, but Senjuro couldn't grasp the key points no matter what he did, and he looked a little impatient.

Kyojuro patiently taught him, delighted by every step and movement.

The Scribe merely glanced at Senjuro's actions and then shook his head slightly.

"Have you noticed it too? Senjuro doesn't have the talent to wield a sword."

Walking up to the Scribe, Shinjuro sighed and said.

"Although both Kyojuro and I talked to him about it, Senjuro was very stubborn about this matter and still did not give up."

"This is a good thing."

Nodding, the Scribe then spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"It's a bad thing too."

It's not only by wielding a sword and slaying demons that one can find their place in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Those who hid were like that, as was Kanzaki Aoi before, and now Rengoku Senjuro is the same.

Of course, the former two have already found their own paths, while Senjuro is still persisting.

Or rather, it's about showing off.

"Well, he'll understand when he's older."

Scribe waved his hand, feeling that he was worrying too much.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that Kyojuro's hearing seemed to be a little impaired.

Senjuro's shout wasn't quiet; it had already reached their side, but Kyojuro still needed his younger brother to say it a second time.

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe suddenly remembered that this seemed to be related to the ghost he encountered during his first ghost hunt.

That was a Flute Demon, incredibly powerful, already approaching the Lower Rank.

Blood Demon Art uses the sound of a flute to control human movements, reversing their directions such as left, right, up, and down.

In order to avoid being affected by the Demon Blood Art, Kyojuro directly ruptured his periosteum with his bare hands.

Although his hearing has recovered to some extent with the help of Breathing Technique, it is still inferior to that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, the Scribe called out and summoned Kyojuro.

Somewhat puzzled, Kyojuro still came over.

After the Scribe expressed that he might be able to help treat his ear, Kyojuro's face was filled with joy.

"Really? Mister Scribe, can you really cure my ear?!"

Kyojuro grabbed the Scribe's hand and shook it vigorously.

"It's possible, it's just a possibility, I'm not 100% sure."

Shaking his head, the Scribe said that medicine is not such a magical thing, and everything depends on Kyojuro's individual recovery.

Even so, Kyojuro was full of hope for the rehabilitation of his ear.

Both Senjuro and Shinjuro expressed their gratitude to the Scribe for healing their brother's (son's) ear.

With the help of the Rengoku Family, the necessary medicines and equipment for the Scribe were quickly prepared.

And so, a month-long treatment began.

On ordinary days, Kyojuro goes out on missions, hunting demons and saving people.

Once he returned to the Rengoku Family, the Scribe would drag him over and force him to drink various potions or eat various pills.

The Scribe was also a first-time user of the Breathing Technique for treating a ruptured periosteum. He was unfamiliar with the specific dosage and other aspects, so he could only proceed step by step.

Senjuro, on the other hand, became the Scribe's messenger.

"Have your mother decoct this herb."

"And this pill, take two pills three times a day after meals."

"Oh, and this too. Have Kyojuro put it in his ear and take it out in ten minutes."

As the Scribe shoved a pile of external or internal medicines, to be swallowed raw or decocted, to be taken before or after meals, Senjuro's facial muscles twitched.

He felt as if his brother had become the Mister Scribe's "test subject".

The Scribe had only one sentence to respond to this.

"Is this an experiment? No, it is. This is to accumulate experience for future generations. It is a commendable and praiseworthy act."

Hearing what the Scribe said, even if Kyojuro had many thoughts, he could only obediently take his medicine.

Over the past month, the sentence he heard most often was Senjuro telling him to take his medicine.

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine!"

Chapter 225 Haori and Team Uniform

Fortunately, after a month of treatment, Kyojuro's hearing recovered to a great extent.

While it may not be a complete cure, it's not far off.

After healing Kyojuro's ear, the Scribe remained at the Rengoku Family and did not leave.

One day, when Kyojuro returned, there was another figure beside him.

"Mitsuri, you really came."

Looking at Kanroji Mitsuri standing next to Kyojuro, the Scribe said with a smile.

"It seems you've passed the Final Selection?"

"Mister Scribe!"