"Excuse me, isn't this too much? Why don't you take a break?"
"Impossible!"
Enraged, Inosuke picked up the axe and continued chopping.
Seeing how hard he was working, an idea suddenly popped into the Scribe's mind.
After Muzan, the Tokito Brothers, Tanjiro, and Inosuke in front of them might become a good company partner.
The Tokito Brothers could follow in their father's footsteps and become woodcutters, with Inosuke responsible for chopping the wood into the required shapes and Tanjiro responsible for making charcoal.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible the method seemed to him.
As for himself, he was, of course, the one who directed them to do things.
Soon, Inosuke's hard work, all the wood was chopped.
The Scribe kept his promise and cooked him a meal.
Three days passed quickly, and the final assessment was about to end.
One by one, figures emerged from the Wisteria Mountain.
"Tanjiro, Nezuko, over here!"
From a great distance, the Scribe spotted Tanjiro and Nezuko, the brother and sister.
"You two did a great job and didn't disappoint me and Urokodaki."
The Scribe reached out and patted their heads, speaking gently.
"You can rest after you've finished making your selections."
After Tanjiro and his companion came out, Tsuyuri Kanao, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Genya Shinazugawa, and others also emerged from the mountains.
Half a day passed, and all the survivors had left the mountains.
"The probability of survival is probably around 80%."
After making a rough estimate of the proportions, the Scribe was quite satisfied with the result.
In the original work, the situation where only one person from Tomioka Giyu's and Sabito's cohort sacrificed their lives is extremely rare in all the records.
The current survival rate of 80% is already far higher than the usual 20% to 30%.
After congratulating them on officially becoming Demon Slayer Corps Member, the Scribe had the materials for forging the Nichirin Blade brought up.
"The materials for the Nichirin Blade that accompany you must be chosen by yourselves."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe then instructed them to begin their selection.
After selecting the materials, the final step is to measure various body measurements and make the corresponding clothing.
After that, they only need to wait for the Nichirin Blade to be forged before they can become official Demon Slayer.
"Alright, let's take this opportunity to celebrate!"
Just as everyone was cheering, Tanjiro suddenly spoke up.
"Mister Scribe, is this guy also a new member who joined the team with us? Why didn't I smell his scent before?"
The Tanjiro was referring to was, of course, Hashibira Inosuke.
Before the Scribe could speak, Hashibira Inosuke spoke first.
"You dare to challenge me, Hashibira Inosuke? You've got some nerve. What's your name?"
"Tanjiro, Kamado Tanjiro."
Without the slightest fear, Tanjiro stepped forward and looked directly into the other person's eyes.
"Yoshi, I'll remember you, Kamaboko Gonpachiro."
A black line appeared on Tanjiro's forehead. He waved his hand helplessly and corrected him.
"It's not Kamaboko Gonpachiro, it's Kamado Tanjiro."
"Understood, Rokujiro Salmon."
"It's Kamado Tanjiro!"
"I already said I understand, Little Rice Cake Pudding!"
Taking a deep breath, Tanjiro suddenly realized that he was unable to correct the situation.
The Scribe was engrossed in reading, his face full of smiles.
Of course, after that, he still made Inosuke remember Tanjiro and the others' names.
Can't remember?
Simply put, the question "You can't be impotent, can you?" instantly ignited Inosuke's anger.
After enjoying a good meal, Scribe and the others parted ways.
Tanjiro, Nezuko, and the Scribe returned to Mt. Sagiri, while the rest either returned to the Demon Slayer Corps or went back to the place where the trainers lived, waiting for the Nichirin Blade to be forged.
Seeing Tanjiro and Nezuko return, Urokodaki Sakonji was unusually excited.
He pulled the two of them into his arms and murmured something.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Tanjiro and Tanjiro didn't say anything, but simply held the old man tightly and comforted him.
Fifteen days later, Tanjiro and Nezuko's Nichirin Blade were finished being forged.
Upon learning who the swordsmith who delivered the knife was, the Scribe suddenly smiled.
Soon, a man wearing Hannya Mask and with several wind chimes on his hat appeared in the Mt. Sagiri.
"I am Haganezuka Hotaru, here to deliver the Nichirin Blade of Lord Tanjiro and Nezuko."
"Thank you!"
Tanjiro and Nezuko quickly took the Nichirin Blade and offered him a cup of fine tea.
After taking a few sips of tea, Haganezuka Hotaru suddenly spoke.
"Oh dear, are you still the Crimson Child?"
Tanjiro raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion flashing across his face.
The so-called Crimson Child is someone whose hair and eyes are red.
The presence of such a person in a family that deals with fire carries a rather auspicious meaning.
Tanjiro smiled upon hearing Haganezuka Hotaru's words.
Come to think of it, I really do have an inseparable connection with fire.
Her family is in the charcoal-making business, and she has also learned the Dance of the Fire God breathing technique, both of which are related to fire.
"Alright, without further ado, you two, take a look at what color your Nichirin Blade are."
He gestured for the two to pick up their Nichirin Blade, and then the Scribe instructed them to concentrate and use their breathing techniques.
Nichirin Blade have the characteristic of changing color depending on the swordsman's breathing.
Of course, not all swordsmen can change the color of their Nichirin Blade.
Without a certain level of swordsmanship, it is simply impossible to do this.
Soon, Nezuko's Nichirin Blade changed.
"Such a pure blue color, no wonder it belongs to a user of Water Breathing." (Reading by La)
Upon seeing the azure blue that appeared before her, Haganezuka Hotaru exclaimed in surprise and praised it.
"Nezuko will definitely become an outstanding female swordsman in the future."
Nezuko smiled at his praise, her face full of joy.
After Nezuko's sword changed color, Tanjiro's sword also changed.
Starting from the hilt, a thick black line begins to meander upwards.
Before long, even the tip of the knife was stained black.
The once simple and unadorned Nichirin Blade has undergone a complete transformation, now exuding a mysterious and profound aura.
"This is... Black Blade!"
Chapter 240 Tennōji Matsuemon
"Black Blade?"
Tanjiro frowned and asked in confusion.
"What is that?"
Let me explain.
With a slight smile, the Scribe told Tanjiro and the others about the Black Blade.
The term "Black Blade" refers to the situation where a swordsman's Nichirin Blade turns black after coming into contact with it.
Because such swordsmen are extremely rare, the Demon Slayer Corps has not yet conducted in-depth research on Black Blade.
"I see."
Nodding, Tanjiro's confusion gradually faded.
"Don't be so discouraged."
With a laugh, Scribe then patted him on the shoulder.
As he spoke, he drew his Nichirin Blade.
"Look at mine, it's usually black too."
As he said, the Scribe's Nichirin Blade was somewhat similar to his own, except that his Nichirin Blade was black and red, while his was entirely black.
Hotaru Haganezuka Hotaru, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement with what the Scribe said.
As the group was talking, two small black dots suddenly appeared in the distant sky.
Indeed, two Kasugai Crow!
"Black Feather is back?"
Raising an eyebrow, Scribe sensed Black Feather's presence and immediately looked outside.
Sure enough, after the two Kasugai Crow flew to the hut, they circled and landed inside.
"Quack quack".
A Kasugai Crow on the left cawed a few times, then spoke to Tanjiro.
"Head to the town in the northwest. There lives a man-eating demon there, and several young girls have already fallen victim to it. Go quickly!"
After saying that, the kasugai Kasugai Crow flew to Tanjiro's head and pecked him a few times with its beak.
"Okay, okay."
When Tanjiro felt a sharp pain in his head, he knew that the man was urging him to hurry up.
Just as he was packing his things to leave, Scribe suddenly said with a smile.
"You're Tanjiro's Kasugai Crow, right? What's your name?"
Originally, the Scribe only wanted to confirm the name of the Kasugai Crow, but he did not expect that the other party would completely ignore his question.
With a strange cry, the Kasugai Crow then perched on Tanjiro's shoulder and fell silent.
With a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Scribe was still wondering if she had offended it in some way when Black Feather suddenly flew out.
One head knocked the Kasugai Crow down, and the two Kasugai Crow then started fighting in mid-air.
While fighting, Black Feather didn't forget to exchange insults with it.
"How dare you, a junior, be so rude!"
"What's wrong with you now, senior? Don't act so arrogant."
"You're asking for it!"