What Makes You Think You Can Fight Me? / Tanjiro Advances

At his prompting, Kanroji Mitsuri explained why she had volunteered.

As Ranked Corps Member, she was originally one of the people who were supposed to participate in the temple mission.

However, for other reasons, she did not participate, and another person replaced her.

This team member had already died from the Demon Blood Art.

For this reason, Kanroji Mitsuri always felt somewhat guilty.

"Is that so?"

Nodding, the Scribe then patted Kanroji Mitsuri's head.

Now that things have come to this point, he has no reason to stop her from going.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya nodded in agreement, approving Kanroji's application.

I'm entrusting this mission to you.

Soon, the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri, having packed their luggage, left the Demon Slayer Corps.

After several days, they arrived at the mountains in the northeast.

The temple was located deep in the mountains.

The closer you get to the temple, the lower the temperature becomes.

Occasionally, a little frost would appear.

Are you cold?

Turning to look at Kanroji Mitsuri beside him, the Scribe smiled slightly.

"Fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Scribe suddenly frowned and drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.

With a gentle wave, a Flame Slash flew out and slammed towards the left side of the road.

"Awooo!"

The slash struck the roadside bushes, instantly igniting the demons hidden within.

Without giving the ghost another glance, the Scribe continued walking forward.

Kanroji Mitsuri felt the same way; she believed that with the Scribe's intervention, no ordinary ghost would be spared.

What surprised her most was that even though the temple was still some distance away, ghosts had already appeared.

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

"It's Blood Demon Art."

After thinking for a while, the Scribe spoke slowly.

"That ghost was controlled by a sorcerer and was used specifically for reconnaissance."

With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe knew that even if they approached the temple from other places, they would probably encounter a similar situation.

Ghosts are mostly solitary creatures; in a given area, there is a very small chance that two or more ghosts may appear.

A special existence like Rui, the Lower Rank Five, probably wouldn't have been possible without Muzan's Muzan approval.

Now, this demon did not obtain Muzan's permission, but instead forcibly brought several demons under its command through its Blood Demon Art.

"An interesting guy."

Not to mention Kanroji Mitsuri, even the Scribe had never encountered such a situation before.

With so many ghosts gathered together, the problem of food alone is enough to give the ruler a headache.

But now it seems that the sorcerer has no such problem at all.

The closer you get to the temple, the more numerous the ghosts become.

With another slash, he killed a ghost, and then the Scribe looked into the distance.

There, a simple yet eerie temple stands.

"Mitsuri, get ready."

Nodding, Kanroji Mitsuri then drew her Nichirin Blade.

After the distance was reduced to a certain level, the surrounding area seemed to be cleared out, and not a single ghost appeared.

It was as if they had sensed the arrival of the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri, and had made special preparations for it.

"Go in."

Nodding, Kanroji Mitsuri followed closely behind the Scribe, entering the temple with him.

As soon as he entered, the Scribe frowned.

"Mitsuri, run!"

"Well?"

Startled, Kanroji Mitsuri wondered why the Scribe had suddenly said that.

"Run!"

With a shout, the Scribe then shoved her, pushing her out of the temple.

At the same time, countless roars suddenly erupted from the previously silent temple.

One after another, scarlet eyes shone from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so evil spirits appeared and pounced on the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri.

As the ghost drew ever closer, the Scribe's eyes remained indifferent.

He slowly drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist, and a ball of flame ignited on the blade.

Chapter 235 What makes you think you can fight me?

He swung his Nichirin Blade continuously, slicing one demon after another into pieces before they vanished into thin air.

Within minutes, more than twenty ghosts were killed.

Even so, the Scribe still discovered that the number of ghosts around them had not decreased, but rather was on the rise.

With a furrowed brow, the Scribe used the Sun Breathing.

"Sun Breathing * Eleventh Form * Halo Dragon Dance!"

A giant fire dragon appeared, instantly engulfing all the evil spirits and shredding them into pieces.

Faced with the Sun Breathing, these demons still rushed forward like moths to a flame, fearless of death.

Fortunately, the number of demons has been greatly reduced by the attack of the Halo Dragon Dance.

Soon, very few of the ghosts that had rushed out of the temple remained.

Realizing the Scribe's terrifying nature, the remaining evil spirits all retreated back into the temple and did not show themselves again.

He nodded to Kanroji Mitsuri and then walked over.

As you slowly push open the main gate of the temple, a musty smell wafts out.

Scribe frowned subconsciously, about to say something, when she felt her legs go weak.

Suddenly, a black hand appeared beneath his feet and grabbed the Scribe's ankle.

With a forceful movement, the black hand flung the Scribe away.

Without a change in his expression, Scribe turned in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground.

However, Kanroji Mitsuri was not so lucky. The moment she was grabbed by the black hand, beams of light enveloped her.

"This is Blood Demon Art!"

With wide eyes, Kanroji discovered that he had tattoos similar to those of his previous teammates.

At the same time the tattoo appeared, she felt her body weaken to some extent.

His body felt incredibly weak, the arm holding the knife began to give way, and his entire mind became exhausted.

'Curse? Weakening?'

Before she could react, Scribe kicked her in the butt.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud roar, the Scribe then slashed at the hand that was still gripping Kanroji's ankle.

The power of the Red Nichirin Blade was immense; the black hand was sliced apart as easily as a knife meeting butter.

At that moment, a painful roar came from deep within the temple.

A figure burst out, shattering the ceiling and landing on the roof.

The demon was dressed in a kimono and had an eye in the center of its forehead, making it look very eerie.

As soon as the Three-Eyed Kimono Demon appeared, it roared at the Scribe.

"I thought it was that guy Shinazugawa, but he's just a weirdo!"

Shinazugawa? Sanemi encountered this demon?

With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe's brain began to spin wildly.

But before he could figure out what was going on, the Three-Eyed Kimono Demon continued counting.

"That guy chased me twice, and I killed two groups of his comrades. You guys are the third time!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and countless black hands rose from the ground, grabbing towards the Scribe and the distant Kanroji Mitsuri.

Get out of the way!

He called out to Kanroji Mitsuri, and the Scribe ran towards her.

Kanroji Mitsuri reacted swiftly to the palm that was attacking her.

The specially made Nichirin Blade was constantly swung around, like a whip, relentlessly striking the black palm.

"Slap slap slap"

A series of crisp sounds rang out as the wielding Nichirin Blade created a vacuum zone, continuously shattering the incoming black palm.

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Chapter 236 Tanjiro's Attack

The Three-Eyed Kimono Demon died after the Scribe had extracted all his information, killing him with a single blow.

And from it, the Scribe learned a lot of interesting things.

First of all, its strength has surpassed that of the Lower Rank and is very close to that of the Upper Rank.

With such strength, it's no wonder they were able to wipe out two teams of swordsmen.

But what intrigued the Scribe the most was that he had no mark of the Twelve Kizuki on his body, nor any Lower Rank moon symbol in his eyes.

This experience also made the Scribe realize that, in many cases, strength is not simply determined by whether or not one is one of the Twelve Kizuki.

I might be alright, but ordinary swordsmen might be able to save their lives from the clutches of death because of this small detail.

Secondly, there was the festival. He encountered Sanemi Shinazugawa twice, and on both occasions escaped from him by using his Blood Demon Art.

Given Sanemi Shinazugawa's personality, he would naturally not let any demon he hadn't killed go.

In other words, the Three-Eyed Kimono Demon had a period of time when he was being hunted down by Sanemi Shinazugawa.

It was this experience that made him so angry with the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The third point is his Blood Demon Art, which allows him to control ghosts by manipulating their shadows.

The more you control, the greater the impact on yourself, and the lower your individual combat power.

Upon learning this, the Scribe was relieved.

If, besides Kibutsuji Muzan, another being appeared who could freely control demons, that would be a true catastrophe for humanity.

As for the last point, the Scribe learned from the ghost that someone had contacted him.