The fight escalated, and the two Kasugai Crow fought fiercely, as if their eyes were bloodshot.
But in the end, Black Feather was the better fighter.
With a snap, he slapped the other's head with his wing, then continued his pursuit, kicking the other's buttocks.
"Ouch."
Clutching its own rear end, the Kasugai Crow finally admitted defeat.
Black Feather, standing tall and proud, looked like a victorious warrior, his face full of pride.
"My name is Tennōji Matsuemon."
Jumping in front of the Scribe, the Kasugai Crow lowered its head slightly and said its name.
He was Kasugai Crow had only recently completed his training, so he did not know the Scribe.
Coupled with his extremely stubborn personality, he is a tough nut to crack even among the Kasugai Crow.
Unfortunately, he encountered Black Feather, who was even tougher than him.
With her own strength, Black Feather managed to subdue Tennoji.
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated that he was not angry and that Tennoji should not take it to heart.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly spoke up.
"Tanjiro, how about I go with you?"
"Mister Scribe with me?"
He exchanged a glance with Nezuko, who was packing her things, and both of them saw agreement in each other's eyes.
"Don't worry, I usually won't take action."
With a slight smile, Scribe stood up.
"I am well aware that young swordsmen need to be honed."
Hearing the Scribe say that, Tanjiro and Nezuko had no reason to refuse any longer.
Soon, the three of them finished packing and headed towards the small town in the northwest.
Meanwhile, Haganezuka Hotaru returned to the Swordsmith Village to begin preparations for the next sword-forging session.
As the three Scribe headed to the town in the northwest, the ghosts in the town did not stop hunting.
One evening, Kazumi was walking home with his fiancée Riko.
"Mr. Kazumi, it's so late, you don't need to take me home."
"It's alright, it's not far anyway, let me give you a ride."
With a helpless sigh, Riko nodded.
The two walked together, with Kazumi holding a lantern for light.
On the way back, he kept telling all sorts of interesting stories he had heard.
Riko listened attentively, occasionally letting out a silvery laugh.
Good times always pass too quickly, and soon they arrived at Riko's house.
"Then I'll leave you here."
Standing at the corner, Kazumi said with a smile.
"I'll pick you up again tomorrow morning, and we'll go see the flowers and eat Sakura Mochi together."
"Good."
With a smile and a nod, Riko then waved goodbye to him.
He turned around Kazumi walked back the way he came.
But after he had been gone for a while, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't specified a time.
"Oh right, I'll be there tomorrow morning..."
He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, wanting to discuss something.
However, when he turned around, he froze.
Riko was just standing there, has vanished without a trace; she has completely disappeared.
If it weren't for the wooden clogs she had just worn still lying on the ground, Kazumi might have thought she had already gone back.
But now it seems the Riko is gone.
"Riko, Miss Riko, where are you?"
He called out tentatively, Kazumi did not hear the answer he expected.
"Don't joke around, this isn't funny."
After searching for a while, Kazumi, still unwilling to give up, continued to shout.
"Come out quickly, it's already late. Let's play again tomorrow, okay?"
However, no matter how much he shouted, Riko did not reappear.
The sound of Kazumi shouting reached Riko's house, and her parents came out to ask what had happened.
Riko's parents were stunned when they learned that their daughter had disappeared without a trace.
After an unknown amount of time, Riko's father slowly stood up Kazumi to the ground.
"You madman, give me back my daughter!"
"No, it wasn't me. I don't know where Riko went."
Covering his cheek, Kazumi quickly began to explain.
But no matter Kazumi he tried to explain, no one was willing to listen anymore.
With no eyewitnesses and only his word, it's hard to believe such a bizarre disappearance.
Tonight, another girl has gone missing in this small town.
Three days later, the three of them arrived at the town.
Chapter 241 The Swamp Ghost
"This should be the mission location."
After checking with Tennōji Matsuemon on his shoulder, Tanjiro spoke to Nezuko beside him.
"Nezuko, let's rest for a bit, and start the search this afternoon."
Nezuko nodded in agreement, offering no objection.
The journey of several days had left her feeling quite exhausted, so she took this opportunity to take a good shower and rest.
The Scribe remained silent, watching them quietly.
As he said before, he will spend most of his time as an observer.
Only when he feels he must intervene will the Scribe transform into a true Demon Slayer and reveal his true prowess.
While searching for a hotel to rest, as they turned a corner, a figure suddenly appeared and bumped into Scribe.
Looking at the man who had bumped into her, Scribe noticed that he seemed a little strange.
The drool at the corner of his mouth was still wet, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he was muttering something to himself.
If the other person's clothes hadn't been decent enough, he would have thought he'd encountered a madman.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Tanjiro was standing nearby, noticed that something was wrong with the man and quickly helped him to the side to check on his condition.
Some passersby who saw the man showed a hint of regret on their faces.
"Mr. Kazumi is such a pitiful person. He was about to get married."
"That's right, I never expected that Riko would just disappear like that."
"I heard he disappeared right in front of him, but I don't know if it's true or not."
With a slight twitch of his ears, the Scribe gleaned the gist of the matter from the gossip of these people.
The man in front of me, named Kazumi, became mentally unstable due to the mysterious disappearance of Riko fiancée, Riko, which ultimately led to his current state.
"It must have been made by a ghost."
His gaze turned slightly cold, and the Scribe's mind immediately connected this matter with ghosts.
A missing person case occurred in the place where the ghost appeared, and it was a case with a similar situation to the previous ones, making it hard not to associate it with the ghost.
Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief after the examination.
After giving Kazumi a sip of water, the other person finally realized what was happening.
His eyes were still somewhat unfocused Kazumi spoke slowly.
"Huh, who are you?"
"I am Kamado Tanjiro, she is my sister Nezuko, and that over there is the Mister Scribe."
After briefly introducing the three of them, Tanjiro asked...
"I don't know what you've been through. If you can, could you tell me about it?"
A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, Kazumi shook his head slightly, a look of sorrow on his face.
"I never expected that anyone would be willing to listen to me tell this story."
"My name is Kazumi, and this is what happened..."
After Kazumi finished explaining the whole story, Scribe found that what he said was basically the same as what he had guessed.
After hearing the story, Tanjiro and Nezuko both looked puzzled.
A fleeting thought crossed Tanjiro, and he then looked at the Scribe.
With a slight nod, the Scribe gave him an affirmative reply.
Walking up to Tanjiro, the Scribe then whispered something in his ear.
"There is a high probability that they may continue to commit crimes tonight."
As he spoke, he suddenly smiled and said to Kazumi.
"Although it might be a little painful to say, Kazumi, how old is your fiancée Riko this year?"
"Ten... sixteen years old."
He paused for a moment, but Kazumi slowly began to speak.
"At such a young age, she should have been enjoying much better things, but because of me..."
Before he could even finish speaking, he was overcome with guilt and self-blame.
He covered his head, Kazumi tears were already falling to the ground.
Seeing this, Tanjiro and Nezuko quickly went over to comfort him.
The Scribe leaned against a wall, seemingly deep in thought.
"Sixteen years old?"
After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a plan appeared in his mind.
That afternoon, the Scribe left the hotel and, through inquiries, found a matchmaker in the town.
When he expressed his desire to get married, the matchmaker immediately inquired about his requirements.
"Fifteen or sixteen years old is fine."
Upon hearing that the Scribe had only made this one request, the matchmaker repeatedly confirmed whether it was truly only an age requirement.
"Yes, that's right, that's all I ask for."
Si Shu's lips twitched violently. Faced with the matchmaker's questioning gaze, Scribe felt that she seemed to have misunderstood something.
He doesn't really want to get married, so naturally he doesn't need so many conditions.