Yes, they are living, breathing human beings!
The Three-Eyed Kimono Demon was unaware of the other party's intentions, but he could sense the aura of Blood Demon Art emanating from the other party.
Just to be on the safe side, he didn't eat the human; he simply refused him and let him go.
"Humans coming into contact with ghosts?"
By noting down this crucial information, the Scribe knew that the ghost was no longer of any use.
Without giving him any chance to beg for mercy, they cut off his head.
After the evil spirits were vanquished, the Scribe, just to be on the safe side, set fire to the temple, burning it to ashes.
"Alright, let's go back."
Looking at the raging fire, Scribe took a deep breath and a smile returned to his face.
"Okay, sure."
Kanroji Mitsuri nodded and slowly walked to his side.
During the previous battle, this was the first time he had ever seen such a terrifying Scribe.
In the past, Scribe always prioritized efficiency, preferring to kill with a single stroke rather than two.
But now, he used methods similar to "torture" to torment the evil spirit before finally destroying it.
That tyrannical appearance still lingers in Kanroji Mitsuri's mind.
"I'm fine, you don't need to be afraid."
After patting her head, Scribe sheathed her Nichirin Blade and walked back the way she came.
Watching the Scribe's departing figure, Kanroji remained silent for a moment before quickly following after him.
Scribe are human too, and they also have bad days.
Although she couldn't understand it, she knew how to make people feel better.
"Mister Scribe, let's go eat!"
"What?"
Looking at Kanroji Mitsuri, who ran to his side and grabbed his arm, the Scribe said with a wry smile.
"Didn't we eat before we came? Why are we hungry again so soon?"
"No, no, I'm going to cook for you."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe's lips suddenly curled up slightly.
"Cook? You're going to make me noodles?"
"Sure, my noodles are delicious."
As soon as he finished speaking, Scribe coughed twice, looking as if he had choked.
"What's wrong?"
Looking to the side, Kanroji Mitsuri's face was full of confusion.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Scribe waved his hand and quickly shook his head.
If she finds out what those words meant, the situation could get complicated.
Back with the Demon Slayer Corps, Kanroji Mitsuri went to report the situation to Ubuyashiki Kagaya, while the Scribe went to find Sanemi Shinazugawa.
"The ghost from the temple quest was actually that guy?!"
Upon learning of the existence of the Three-Eyed Kimono Demon, Shinazugawa exclaimed in surprise.
Damn it, if I had known it was that guy, I would have killed him long ago.
Even so, since the other party was already dead, he had no intention of pursuing the matter further.
After thinking for a while, he recounted his encounter with the ghost.
The demon seemed to be a transformed Onmyoji (a type of Japanese sorcerer), who served many powerful people when he was still human.
The first time Sanemi Shinazugawa met that guy, he found him at a wealthy merchant's house at the mission location.
At first he didn't pay much attention, but now it seems that the relationship between the demon and humans is not just a simple matter of predator and prey.
"Okay, I understand. Find an opportunity to talk to Yaozai about it."
"Okay, I understand."
Nodding, the Scribe then left the Shinazugawa mansion.
Using the Demon Slayer Corps' intelligence network to find out what happened would be much faster for him than if he investigated the matter alone.
In the short term, it is unlikely that any useful intelligence will be found.
All I can do now is keep waiting.
After leaving the Demon Slayer Corps, he returned to Mt. Sagiri.
To avoid worrying Tanjiro and Nezuko, the Scribe only told Urokodaki Sakonji, Sabito, and Makomo about the situation.
After that, he threw himself back into training.
As time passed, Tanjiro and Nezuko quickly met Urokodaki Sakonji's requirements.
Soon after, it will be the day of the Demon Slayer Corps' final test.
"Put it on."
The Scribe handed the two fox masks to Tanjiro and Nezuko, and said with a smile.
"You two have passed the test. Don't disappoint me when you participate in the Final Selection."
"Yes, Mister Scribe!"
Tanjiro patted his chest and said very seriously.
"Nezuko and I will definitely come back!"
Nodding, the Scribe continued.
"Let's go then, to the Wisteria Mountain."
Tanjiro paused for a moment, realizing that he had learned from Urokodaki Sakonji that trainers were not allowed to participate in the Final Selection.
To minimize the possibility of exposure, usually only newly registered team members are allowed to go.
With a laugh, the Scribe gently tapped Tanjiro on the head.
"I don't have any bad rules."
With a mysterious smile on his face, the Scribe pointed to the Nichirin Blade at his waist and said.
"I am the examiner for your Final Selection."
Tanjiro instinctively shuddered. Although the Scribe's face was full of smiles, he felt that this so-called "trial" was far more complicated than he had imagined.
Chapter 237 Examiner Scribe
Led by the Scribe, they soon arrived at the Wisteria Mountain.
Because of the distance, by the time the three Scribe arrived, almost everyone had already gathered.
"Mister Scribe".
A figure appeared beside the Scribe and bowed slightly to him.
"Kanao Tsuyuri, you've arrived."
Nodding, Kanao Tsuyuri didn't say anything more, but just stood quietly beside the Scribe, like a cute doll.
She usually remains silent in front of a group of people she doesn't know.
After Kanao Tsuyuri arrived, another person came over.
The newcomer had a dark mohawk and seemed to be angry, looking like someone you didn't want to mess with.
Seeing such a tall man approaching them, Tanjiro instinctively wanted to stand in front of the Scribe.
However, at this moment, the Scribe suddenly spoke up.
"Yo, it's been a long time, Genya Shinazugawa."
"Yes, it has indeed been a long time, Mister Scribe."
The anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a broad smile.
Although it's a bit odd to describe Genya Shinazugawa with a smile, he no longer gives off an unapproachable vibe like before.
"It seems that you've gained a lot from your training with Himejima Gyomei."
With a chuckle, Genya Shinazugawa said somewhat shyly.
"It's all thanks to you, Mister Scribe, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to become so strong."
A few years after Sanemi Shinazugawa joined the Demon Slayer Corps, Genya Shinazugawa also expressed his desire to join the Demon Slayer Corps.
However, because he was unable to use his breathing, he could not find a suitable person to train with.
Just then, the Scribe appeared and recommended him to the Stone Hashira, Himejima Gyomei.
Besides being a master of Breathing Technique, Himejima Gyomei also possesses the second strongest physique in the Demon Slayer Corps, second only to the Scribe.
It just so happens that Genya Shinazugawa's main fighting method is physical combat, and he himself is able to endure those boring, even quite dangerous, training sessions.
After learning of Genya Shinazugawa's identity as a "Demon Eater," Himejima Gyomei agreed.
Genya Shinazugawa was naturally overjoyed to have the strongest Stone Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps as his mentor.
Even a good knife needs a whetstone; having a good master can save you from countless detours.
Now, having also passed the Himejima Gyomei Trial, he has been sent to participate in the Final Selection.
If he passes, he can become a full member and embark on the path of ghost hunting.
Just as Genya Shinazugawa was about to say something, a cry suddenly rang out.
"Oh no, I don't want to participate!"
Looking in the direction of the sound, the group saw a blond-haired boy crying out.
"Marriage, is there anyone willing to marry me!"
Tanjiro frowned, looking at the impolite boy, and wanted to say something.
But the Scribe noticed it much faster than he did; a stone flew out and hit him squarely on the head.
"Ouch."
The boy covered his head and immediately turned to look in this direction.
"Agatsuma Zenitsu, if you keep crying like this, I'll have to consider giving you some stronger medicine."
This crybaby blond boy is none other than Agatsuma Zenitsu, who uses the Thunder Breathing.
Smiling, Scribe walked to his side and, seeing the somewhat puzzled look on Agatsuma Zenitsu, continued.
"Didn't Kuwashima Jigoro tell you that many of his training plans were devised by me?"
Upon hearing this, Agatsuma Zenitsu froze on the spot.
"You, you, you are the Scribe!"
He stammered out the name, and then he saw the Scribe's smile.
"BINGO, you got it right."
He grabbed Agatsuma Zenitsu by the Scribe and then pulled him up from the ground.
"If you know that, then you'd better stand still right now." (Shula)
After saying that, he completely ignored Agatsuma Zenitsu's sobs and walked straight to the platform at the foot of the mountain.
Stepping onto the platform, Scribe quietly observed the incoming reserve team members.
When he realized that the number of people was about right, he suddenly coughed.