Upon seeing the long-lost Scribe at the Rengoku Family, Kanroji Mitsuri exclaimed excitedly.
I miss you so much!
Looking at the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri chatting so amicably, Kyojuro asked in confusion.
"Oh, Mister Scribe, do you know Kanroji?"
Nodding, the Scribe then gave a brief explanation to the members of the Rengoku Family.
Of course, he didn't say that he deliberately went to find her. He only said that he met her in a small town, and after a series of events, he saw that she was talented, so he recommended Kanroji Mitsuri to join the Demon Slayer Corps.
At this point, Rengoku KyoJuro echoed.
"Kanroji is indeed very talented. I've already decided to take her in as my stepson."
It turned out that on his way back to the Demon Slayer Corps after completing his mission, Kyojuro encountered a group of swordsmen who had passed the Final Selection and were preparing to return.
Among them is Kanroji Mitsuri, who recently joined the group.
The two chatted happily, and as they talked, Kyojuro invited Kanroji to become his stepson.
Kanroji Mitsuri didn't know what "stepchild" meant either, and thought it was a unique term used within the Demon Slayer Corps, so she didn't refuse.
After hearing the whole story, the Scribe nodded without saying anything more.
With Kyojuro's help, he believed that Kanroji Mitsuri would avoid many detours on her path to Breathing Technique.
And so, another long-term resident joined the Rengoku Family.
The Scribe's life was also very leisurely. He would occasionally teach Kyojuro and Kanroji Mitsuri, and spend the rest of his time wandering around and drinking tea.
In the long course of my life, I have had a rare moment of leisure.
While this leisurely time passed, the demons did not experience the same.
In the pitch-black night, in a dimly lit room, a tall figure was muttering something to himself.
At the foot of the figure, a Demon Slayer Corps Member was trembling.
From the surrounding shadows, there seemed to be something, and low growls kept coming.
"It's such a headache, I just can't forget that rooster-like guy."
"Hair, eyes, swordsmanship—everything about him was so striking!"
"Aaaaaah!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became.
Suddenly, he pulled a pistol from his waist and pressed it against his temple.
"Bang!"
The trigger was pulled, and the next second, a bullet was fired, leaving a large hole in his head.
Strangely, even though his head had been ripped open, the figure not only didn't die, but instead burst into laughter.
"Yes, that's right, the blood is flowing to the brain."
As he spoke, the wound on his head healed rapidly.
In the dim light, the Demon Slayer Corps Member could make out the figure's eyes.
Lower Rank Two.
"This guy's no use anymore, you guys can eat him."
After the wound healed, Lower Rank Two waved his hand, as if he were talking to something.
As soon as he finished speaking, countless figures sprang out from the shadows of the room and surrounded the Demon Slayer Corps.
Before him lay the scene of humans being devoured alive, and in his ears Lower Rank Two smiled slightly, appearing immensely pleased.
Meanwhile, Kyojuro and Kanroji Mitsuri were conducting their daily training.
The Scribe rested his chin on his hand, looking at them with a smile.
Occasionally, he would speak up and point out the shortcomings of the two in a particular attack or defense.
Just then, Kanroji Mitsuri's stomach suddenly rumbled.
I just had lunch, but my stomach is acting up.
Kanroji's cheeks flushed red instantly, and his posture became flustered.
"Let's take a break."
The Scribe clapped his hands and stopped them in time.
"Senjuro has arrived, and he brought some small gifts."
Just then, Senjuro walked in, carrying a plate covered with a cloth, which emitted a faint fragrance.
Upon lifting the cloth, Kanroji Mitsuri's eyes lit up.
These are handmade desserts!
With a slight smile, Senjuro explained that this was something he and Scribe had made together, and he hoped that Kyojuro and she would like it.
Kanroji Mitsuri hugged the Scribe tightly and cried, "The Mister Scribe is still the best to me!"
Scribe simply patted her head, gesturing for the two of them to hurry up and eat, as it wouldn't taste good if it got cold.
After having some sweets, Kyojuro came over carrying a haori (a traditional Japanese garment).
"Although it was a bit late, I still made it in time."
Kyojuro handed the haori to Kyojuro Kanroji Mitsuri said loudly.
"This is a congratulatory gift to celebrate your joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Kanroji. Congratulations! You passed the Final Selection in just half a year. That's truly amazing!"
Passing the Final Selection in half a year is a rare feat in the entire team's history, demonstrating Kanroji's talent and hard work.
The Scribe and Senjuro naturally clapped and congratulated him, and Kanroji himself thanked Kyojuro before accepting the haori.
"Perfect, let me try on the clothes while I have this opportunity."
Walking into the empty room to the side, Kanroji Mitsuri happily called for her clothes.
When she came out, Scribe's lips twitched violently when she saw the clothes.
There's nothing else wrong; everything is done according to the Demon Slayer Corps's unified standards.
The only area that was exposed was the chest area, which perfectly showcased Kanroji's figure.
Kyojuro glanced at it, then crossed his arms, his face full of "righteous" expression.
"Oh, so these are the female team members' clothes? They look a little different from the ones I've seen before."
Senjuro covered his eyes and turned his head to the side.
Noticing the different behaviors of the three, Kanroji Mitsuri asked with some confusion.
"Is it... strange? Is it my problem?"
"No."
Shaking his head, the Scribe said with a hint of helplessness.
"This has nothing to do with you, it's all the clothes' fault."
As he spoke, he also told her about how Shinobu Butterfly had received similar clothes, but had poured oil on her uniform and burned it in front of her.
Seeing the surprised expression on Kanroji Mitsuri, the Scribe smiled and said.
"So, it has nothing to do with you, Mitsuri. It's all Masao's fault the day before yesterday."
After he finished speaking, he added something in a low voice.
"However, from a male perspective, I can understand it."
"Mister Scribe, did you say something?"
Kanroji, who had heard the Scribe speak but hadn't quite caught it, immediately turned to look at the Scribe.
"No, I was saying that the guy Masao had a nickname the day before yesterday, something like 'Perverted Four-Eyes'." (Shula)
Her face flushed even more, and Kanroji Mitsuri didn't know whether she should continue wearing it or go find someone to change into a different team uniform.
Chapter 226 The Lower Rank news
The Scribe didn't say anything, but just drank tea and ate snacks while watching Kanroji Mitsuri's conflicted expression.
Just then, Black Feather suddenly flew over.
"What happened again?"
Looking at the Black Feather that had landed on his shoulder, Scribe fed it a small piece of biscuit.
After finishing it in two or three bites, a hint of human-like joy appeared in Black Feather's eyes.
"Our Master has asked Lord Flame Pillar to attend a meeting."
"Father? But he's still on a mission and hasn't returned yet."
Upon hearing this, Kyojuro immediately spoke.
"Due to the weather, my father's return to the unit will be delayed by a few days, and he is still on his way."
Nodding, the Scribe then suggested that Kyojuro would attend the meeting in Shinjuro's place.
Kyojuro was initially hesitant about the approach proposed by the Scribe.
I am not a pillar-level official, so it would be rather rash for me to participate in the Hashira Meeting.
"If that's the case, then why don't you become a pillar?"
After leaving those words, the Scribe got up and walked toward the Ubuyashiki residence.
After thinking for a moment, Kyojuro quickly followed.
Upon arriving at the mansion, the two Scribe spotted Himejima Gyomei and the other Pillars already waiting there.
"Hey, long time no see, everyone."
Ubuyashiki Kagaya hadn't arrived yet, so the Scribe took the opportunity to greet the others.
When faced with the Scribe, Himejima Gyomei and the others naturally responded quite enthusiastically.
Even Tomioka Giyu murmured, "Scribe... sir."
Apart from Shinobu Butterfly, the other Pillars stared wide-eyed at Tomioka Giyu in this state.
Before they could think further, Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he spoke.
"Mister Scribe, may I ask why there is a member here who is not a Pillar-level member?"
He was naturally very happy and welcoming of the Scribe's arrival.
However, Sanemi wasn't as excited about Kyojuro.
Regardless of the opponent's strength, in his view, the Demon Slayer Corps was a highly disciplined organization, and members of different ranks had to do what was appropriate for their rank.
Those who are not pillar-level members are naturally not qualified to attend pillar-level meetings.
However, the case of the Scribe is an exception.
"I knew you'd do this."
After glancing at Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Scribe wore an expression that said, "I knew you'd say that."
He then explained the reason to the several pillars and Ubuyashiki Kagaya, who had just arrived.
After saying that, he didn't forget to say something to Sanemi Shinazugawa.
"Sanemi, if you think Kyojuro isn't good enough, why don't you give him a try and see?"
Scribe moved a few steps to the side, making room for Kyojuro and Sanemi Shinazugawa.
"Good!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Sanemi Shinazugawa charged straight at Kyojuro.
Faced with attacks from Pillar-level opponents, Kyojuro only defended and did not attack.
"I will not intervene. According to team rules, teammates are not allowed to fight each other!"