"Okay, everyone, please be quiet."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention to him.
The chattering crowd instantly quieted down, and the young faces turned to the Scribe.
"I know everyone is here to participate in the final assessment, so you care about many things more than I do."
Scratching his head, the Scribe continued.
"There is only one thing I want to tell you, and that is to live."
Several years ago, back in the year of Tomioka Giyu and Sabito, the Scribe realized that the strength of the demons in Wisteria Mountain was not evenly distributed.
There is no doubt that I have already killed the Hand Demon.
But who knows if a second or third Hand Demon will appear?
If such a situation occurs, many talented players will be stuck at the first hurdle.
To prevent this from happening again, on the advice of the Scribe, before each final assessment, some high-ranking swordsmen are sent out to adjust the number and strength of the demons in the mountain.
Those that are too powerful will be eliminated; if there are not enough, a new batch will be captured and thrown in.
In general, the goal is to keep the strength of the demons in the final assessment at a fairly balanced level.
It won't exceed the number of participants by too much, but it also won't let them pass easily.
After explaining these precautions, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and raised it high into the sky.
"Now, let's set off. I hope that each and every one of you will come back alive!"
"Oh!"
Inspired by the Scribe's words, the participants raised their arms and shouted, then headed into the mountains.
One by one, the Scribe watched their figures disappear into the Wisteria Mountain.
After the last person left, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Then, it's time for us to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, several Demon Slayer Corps Member in formal uniforms emerged from the bushes nearby.
"Each person has their own area to record the situation of each participant. Do not intervene unless it is a critical moment."
The official team members nodded, and then quietly entered the mountains.
The Scribe did the same, disappearing from the spot in a few flashes.
He has never liked to spy on others taking exams.
He only decided to go and check on the situation because he was concerned for the lives of participants like Tanjiro and for their own good.
How can the work of Demon Slayer be called spying?
A team member was randomly selected, Scribe hid in the shadows, quietly observing his actions.
Chapter 238 Hashibira Inosuke
The team member was a girl, and she looked to be around the same age as Tanjiro and the others.
He looked nervous and walked with obvious fear.
Not long after entering the mountains, a figure suddenly jumped down from a tree.
Humans!
The demon pounced on the girl, and its arm, which had turned into a scythe, slashed down on her head without hesitation.
"Ah!"
The girl instinctively closed her eyes, gripped the knife, and began to slash haphazardly.
Just when the Scribe thought that doing so was a waste of time, another figure suddenly appeared.
"Water Breathing * First Form * Water Surface Slash!"
With a swift swing of the blade, a horizontal slash appeared, easily severing the demon's neck.
Are you alright?
Tanjiro sheathed his Nichirin Blade and looked at the still somewhat dazed girl, extending a hand.
Tanjiro narrowed his eyes and said to her with a smile.
"I have eliminated the ghost, you can rest assured."
"Good, very strong."
Seeing Tanjiro, the girl couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and goodwill.
A blush crept across her face, and she nodded gently.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. My name is Tanjiro. What's yours?"
The Scribe, hiding in the shadows, took everything in and shook his head slightly.
If Tanjiro appears, then the girl's life won't be in danger until they separate.
If we categorize the strength of the examiners and demons on Wisteria Mountain, this girl's combat power should be three.
The strength of most demons is between three and six, and the strength of the examinees is also roughly within this range.
Tanjiro's strength is probably classified as level eight or nine, far exceeding that of ordinary examinees.
Kanao Tsuyuri, on the other hand, can reach a terrifying eleven.
It took a while to find Tsuyuri Kanao. The Scribe stood on the tree and watched as she easily killed the attacking demons, and couldn't help but think to himself.
"What a terrifying girl."
As the most outstanding of the Kocho Sisters' stepsons, Kanao Tsuyuri's visual acuity gives her an innate advantage.
After that, the Scribe observed the other team members.
In his normal state, Genya Shinazugawa is just an ordinary person who can only fight against demons with his musket.
However, after he consumed a portion of the demon's flesh and blood, his combat power, which was originally only at level one or two, instantly surged to level seven or eight.
Compared to Tanjiro's fluid Demon Slayer and Kanao Tsuyuri's elegant Demon Slayer, Genya Shinazugawa's Demon Slayer was much more bloody.
Pulling at their arms and legs, stabbing their chest, hitting their heads.
Rather than Demon Slayer, it was more accurate to say that he was venting his pent-up desire to kill.
Fortunately, having studied under Himejima Gyomei for so long, he adapted quickly and returned to normal.
Finally, the Scribe found Agatsuma Zenitsu.
"This kid actually fainted from being scared by a ghost."
Looking at Agatsuma Zenitsu, who was lying by the tree with his head tilted to the side, the Scribe's lips twitched violently.
"If it weren't for his ability to fight like a sleepwalker, I'm afraid he would have been eaten by a ghost someday."
Sure enough, as the demon rapidly approached Zenitsu, his body suddenly trembled.
Thunder Breathing * First Form * Thunderclap and Flash
He slowly drew his Nichirin Blade, then charged forward at a speed the demon couldn't even react to, severing its head in one swift motion.
"You all did a great job."
Scribe silently praised him, then vanished from the spot in a flash.
Back at the foot of the mountain, he planned to quietly wait for the assessment to end.
But on the third to last day of the assessment, which was the fifth day, the Scribe suddenly heard a strange roar coming from the mountains.
"The pigs are swooping! The pigs are swooping!"
With a few shouts, a figure with a bare upper body jumped out from among them.
He wore a Boar Head, a wild animal pelt around his waist, and heavy trousers on his lower body.
Looking at this familiar attire, Scribe remained silent for a while.
"How did this guy end up here?"
Seeing that the Scribe did not speak, the Boar Head man burst into laughter.
"Wow, have you been conquered by my power?!"
As he spoke, he didn't forget to put his hands on his hips.
No, that's not it.
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe acted as if he hadn't seen him and turned to walk in the other direction.
"Hey, how could you ignore your Hashibira Inosuke!"
Enraged by the Scribe's disregard for him, Inosuke shouted and charged at him.
"I don't care about you, I need to chop wood for food!"
With a quick dodge, Inosuke, and then the Scribe tripped him with his foot.
"You're not hungry? I'm very hungry."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Inosuke, who had just gotten up from the ground, suddenly felt that his stomach was empty.
"Coo coo coo~"
It let out two weak growls, as if its stomach was telling Inosuke that it needed to eat something too.
"Hey, you over there, hurry up and cook for me, I'm starving."
She pointed a finger at the Scribe. Although the Scribe couldn't see the face clearly, he could imagine how "arrogant" the face was under the hood.
"No way, get lost."
Picking up a wood-chopping axe, Scribe suddenly thought of something, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.
"How about you chop wood for me and I cook for you?"
"What? You want your Inosuke to do your work?!"
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply sighed and then shrugged.
After carefully examining Inosuke, a look of disgust appeared on his face.
That feeling was practically saying, "Oh, so you're not good enough. Never mind then."
Inosuke ripped off his hood, revealing a delicate face that rivaled any girl's.
"Are you saying I can't do it? You must be saying I can't do it! I'm going to prove you wrong!"
He put the hood aside, then grabbed the axe and ran straight to the pile of wood.
"I'll prove to you that I'm the best at chopping wood!"
"Then I'll leave it to you."
The scheme succeeded, Scribe stood aside, smiling as he spoke.
"Isn't this a bit too much for you?"
"How could that be? It's a piece of cake. Who do you think you are!"
Upon hearing the Scribe's "taunt," Inosuke immediately shouted at him.
Even if you bring another pile of firewood, I can chop it all up for you without leaving a single piece!
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply walked to the side and sat down in a chair to rest.
Then, he took out a bunch of snacks from inside the house and started eating them.
"What are you looking at? Keep going, don't stop, or you won't have anything to eat."
Chapter 239 Black Blade
Inosuke was tricked by the Scribe again. After chopping a pile of firewood, he somehow found another pile of firewood.