Stuffing Zenitsu Agatsuma into a Sack

A rough count revealed that there were more than a dozen bags.

These ribbons are all different in size, length, color, and other aspects, as if they were randomly discarded.

With a swift movement, the Scribe grabbed one of the slips.

"Is this the scent of rouge?"

With a slight sniff, a faint fragrance enters the nasal cavity.

In an instant, the Scribe understood why these tapes were here.

Swamp Demon don't usually wear rouge; it's mostly young girls who do.

The appearance of a young girl's item in Demon Blood Art already has a clear consequence.

The original owners of these ribbons were all girls who were eaten by ghosts!

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply gathered all the ribbons around him and stuffed them into his bosom.

After collecting the last item, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from not far away.

As the Scribe slowly approached, he saw Tanjiro and the Triangle-Faced Demon.

At this moment, Tanjiro's physical functions were restricted due to being trapped in the swamp, and he could not breathe smoothly.

Conversely, the Swamp Demon, having arrived at their main battlefield, were in their element, moving with remarkable fluidity.

As time went on, the Triangle-Faced Demon had gained the upper hand.

"That guy's here?!"

Noticing the arrival of the Scribe, the Triangle-Faced Demon gave a cold smile.

So what if they're here? This is my territory.

When fighting on the ground, Tanjiro had suppressed himself.

But now, isn't he just being played with like a toy by himself?

Recalling the painful memories the Scribe had given him, Triangle-Faced Demon smiled.

"Let's start with you."

With a wave of his hand, iron chains suddenly appeared in the once calm swamp.

Under the command of the Triangle-Faced Demon, the chains surrounded Tanjiro and the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, watch out!"

As soon as he shouted, Tanjiro swung his sword, attempting to cut the chains.

Unfortunately, he lacked the strength to do so, and his Nichirin Blade only managed to knock the iron chain away, creating a few sparks from the friction.

The Scribe acted as if he hadn't heard, letting the chains wrap around his body.

His hands and feet were bound by chains, and even his Nichirin Blade was firmly fixed to his body.

With a sudden contraction, the Scribe's body made a "crackling" sound.

Seeing that he had successfully subdued the Scribe, the smile on the Triangle-Faced Demon deepened.

"So what if they're Demon Slayer? They're still not human, they can't break free of their chains!"

With a grin, the Triangle-Faced Demon charged toward the Scribe.

Although he doesn't usually eat men's flesh and blood, he hates Scribe who offend him so much that he wants to drink their blood, skin them, and tear them apart, swallowing every piece of flesh.

Bound by chains, the Scribe had very limited mobility.

He twisted his body and raised his right forearm, which was pressed against his body.

The middle finger is slightly bent and then presses against the thumb, while the other three fingers are straight.

"What kind of move is that? Have you already given up?!"

Seeing the Scribe's strange movements, the Triangle-Faced Demon couldn't help but laugh.

"Human, aren't you very strong? Show me how strong you are now."

Tanjiro was not far away, watched the Triangle-Faced Demon approach the Scribe with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Run! Mister Scribe, run!"

However, upon hearing his words, the Scribe simply shook his head.

"It's fine."

He smiled slightly and said to Tanjiro.

"Remember, you must breathe."

"Breathe my ass! Just wait to die!"

With its mouth wide open, the Triangle-Faced Demon had pushed its speed to the limit.

Without a doubt, if an ordinary human were bitten by it, the entire piece of flesh would be torn off.

But the Scribe showed no fear on his face, allowing the Triangle-Faced Demon to continue closing the distance between them, with only a faint smile on his face.

In an instant, the distance between the two sides was reduced to two meters.

At such close range, even the Triangle-Faced Demon could see the expression on the Scribe's face.

"Wait, why isn't he showing any signs of suffocation?"

Seeing his effortless demeanor, a question suddenly arose in Triangle-Faced Demon's mind.

Even in the swamp, Tanjiro was already struggling to breathe, and each time he spoke, it consumed a great deal of his energy.

The Scribe, however, seemed completely unaffected, breathing evenly with no sign of distress on his face.

But before he could figure out the reason, the Scribe suddenly spoke up.

"Congratulations, you can die now."

As they were talking, the Triangle-Faced Demon had already gotten close to the Scribe.

At the same time, the Scribe loosened his middle finger.

In an instant, the seemingly powerless middle finger gained immense propulsion, like a lit cannonball, and swung out.

Upon contact with the Triangle-Faced Demon's teeth, they were easily shattered.

And it touched his palate, sinking deep into it.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels, meridians, bones.

Everywhere this finger touches is crushed to pieces.

The Triangle-Faced Demon's body slowed down more and more, and finally, like a spring compressed to its limit, it flew out in the direction it was rushing towards.

"Whoosh!"

Although he was in a swamp, Tanjiro clearly heard the ear-piercing explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the Triangle-Faced Demon was sent flying backwards, heading diagonally upwards.

In just a few seconds, he crashed through the swamp created by the Blood Demon Art and flew outside.

"Bullet Flash".

Chapter 245: Put my Agatsuma Zenitsu in a sack

Tanjiro stared wide-eyed as he watched the Scribe blast the Triangle-Faced Demon away with just one finger, momentarily stunned.

The evil spirits he fought to the death were easily swatted away by the Scribe with a bang?

Just as Tanjiro was about to say something, he suddenly felt the chains binding him loosen.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding environment began to change.

Judging from the appearance, it seems that the absence of the Triangle-Faced Demon has caused this swamp to begin to collapse.

Everything went black, and by the time Tanjiro came to his senses, he was already back outside.

"Mister Scribe, are you alright?"

He quickly walked to the Scribe's side and hurriedly asked.

"Are you injured anywhere?"

Smiling and shaking his head, the Scribe pointed ahead and said.

"I'm fine. Instead of this, you go and deliver the final blow."

Following the direction the Scribe pointed, Tanjiro saw the Triangle-Faced Demon lying on the ground.

At this moment, his entire head was gone, and the right half of his body had also vanished.

His clothes were tattered and torn, and he would occasionally twitch.

Although the wound is healing, it is impossible to fully recover in a short period of time due to such a severe injury.

Seeing the tragic end of the Triangle-Faced Demon, the Two-Horned Demon was stunned for a moment.

Nezuko seized this opening perfectly and decapitated him with a single stroke.

Glancing at the Two-Horned Demon that had already turned to ashes, the Scribe gently nudged Tanjiro.

Nodding, Tanjiro then stepped forward and slashed the Triangle-Faced Demon's body into pieces.

As the black dust gradually disappeared, the coldness in Scribe's eyes also gradually faded.

After shaking off the mud, he took out the collected tapes from his pocket.

"Among these, there should be some of your fiancée's belongings. Keep them safe."

Taking the strap, Kazumi immediately spotted one of the pink cloth bags.

Tokie woke up, her face turned pale. She had already learned the gist of what had happened from Kazumi.

Among these ribbons, she also saw a familiar one.

That belonged to one of her very good friends, but the other person had disappeared two months ago.

Judging from the current situation, it has probably already been eaten.

Scribe gently patted their shoulders, offering no comfort, but simply letting their tears flow.

Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is simply a way to release emotions.

Especially for Kazumi and Tokie, who live in a peaceful world, it's perfectly normal to cry when suddenly informed that their fiancée (friend) has been eaten by a monster.

Gazing into the distance, the Scribe remained silent, simply waiting quietly.

As a bright, fiery red streak slowly appeared in the distant sky, the weeping behind them gradually faded away.

"Feeling better?"

Scribe turned his head slightly, looked at Kazumi and Tokie behind him, and slowly said.

No.

The two shook their heads, their tear tracks still clearly visible, and their expressions were very downcast.

"I deeply sympathize with what you two have gone through, but I don't feel too bad about it."

With a long sigh, the Scribe's voice was completely calm.

"Many people in this world have experienced similar things to you. Some people are better off than you, as their relatives and friends who were arrested were rescued. Others are worse off than you, and all they got were the corpses of their relatives and friends."

"Human death is nothing more than a trivial matter in the eyes of those guys, something necessary to fill their own stomachs."

"You are fortunate to be alive."

After saying that, the Scribe turned around and walked toward the street next to him.

Tanjiro and Nezuko smiled at the two of them and then quickly followed.

Kazumi and Tokie were stunned as they watched the three figures gradually disappear.

Yes, they are already luckier than the dead because they are alive.

Compared to them, how do the Scribe who fight these monsters compare?

What kind of scenes and what kind of despair must they have witnessed to ignite the courage to wield their swords against monsters?