A Trip to Asakusa

Perhaps, only they themselves know.

After leaving the town, the three Scribe headed north.

That day, they had just passed through a village and were walking on the dirt road.

After feeding the Black Feather on its shoulder a few kernels of corn, the Scribe asked Tanjiro and the other man beside him.

"How are you doing? How much have you recovered?"

"About 60-70%."

They exchanged a glance and answered together.

Swamp Demon aren't particularly strong in combat; their only troublesome aspect is their ability to create clones and control with Blood Demon Art.

In addition, due to the Scribe's influence, the two were not harmed much.

Nodding, just as the Scribe was about to say something, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He sighed and then spoke to Tanjiro beside him.

"Tanjiro, go and buy a rope and a bag. The bag should be big enough to hold a person."

"Rope and a bag, I see."

A puzzled look appeared on his face, but Tanjiro nodded anyway and went to buy a hemp rope and a large bag.

After he returned, the Scribe told him to get ready and, when he spoke, to grab the person regardless of who they were.

Just in case, the Scribe made sure Nezuko was prepared.

Then, he led the two of them around a corner and onto another road.

"Please, marry me, or I'll really die!"

As soon as they walked over, the three of them heard a male voice crying.

The sorrow in his voice and the pleading in his tone were so poignant that they broke the hearts of the listeners and brought tears to their eyes.

But as he got closer, Tanjiro's lips twitched violently.

Kneeling before them was Agatsuma Zenitsu, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

At that moment, Zenitsu was holding a girl's hand, and snot was dripping from his face onto her clothes.

Judging from the girl's clothes, she should be from a nearby village.

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"

With one hand gripping the girl's arm, Zenitsu also grabbed her ankle.

"Just once, just marry me once!"

Unable to bear it any longer, the Scribe gave Tanjiro and Nezuko a wink.

Nodding, the two then stepped forward and grabbed Zenitsu.

Tanjiro took out a rope and tied his hands and feet, while Nezuko poured the sack over his head.

"Who are you? Who are you people?"

He felt a sudden tightness in his hands and feet, and Zenitsu was then stuffed into a pocket.

Scribe kicked Zenitsu and said irritably.

"Who? It's me."

Upon hearing the voice, Zenitsu immediately knew that the Scribe had arrived.

However, instead of stopping, he shouted.

"Mister Scribe, please be our witness at our wedding!"

Chapter 246 Trip to Asakusa

"What kind of wedding officiant is this?!"

Scribe gave Zenitsu a flick on the Scribe and said irritably.

"Look at you, is this how someone should propose?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the girl nodded quickly and said earnestly.

"I don't even know him. Who knew he would suddenly grab me and keep me here, and even shout that he wants to marry me."

After shoving Agatsuma Zenitsu, the girl explained what had happened.

She had come out for a walk out of boredom, but ended up seeing Agatsuma Zenitsu squatting by the roadside.

Because the other person seemed a little uncomfortable, she went up to ask if there was anything she could help with.

But when she gently patted Zenitsu's back and asked him a question, Zenitsu, who was still trembling, immediately jumped up and hugged her tightly.

Not only that, he also kept saying things like, "You care about me, so you must like me, right? Let's get married quickly."

The girl could only desperately explain that it wasn't like that, and that she herself already had someone she liked.

Further on, that's what the three Scribe saw.

With a furrowed brow, after hearing the whole story, Scribe narrowed his eyes and looked at Agatsuma Zenitsu.

"Zenitsu, is what she said true?"

"Ah, this..."

Zenitsu was tied up, twisted his body and showed an embarrassed expression.

"Probably, maybe, or, possibly, about the same."

"Do you know what your situation is called?"

He reached out and lifted him from the ground, the Scribe staring intently into Zenitsu's eyes, a glint of light flashing in his pupils.

"This is called harassment, and if you get caught, you'll be punished severely."

"What, cut the root?!"

Upon hearing those two words, Agatsuma Zenitsu paused for a moment, then shouted.

"Wow, no! I don't want to have the root cut off."

Ignoring his thoughts, Scribe shoved his head into the sack, leaving only a small hole for him to breathe.

"Take him with you, let's go."

After saying a few words to Tanjiro and the other person, the Scribe walked over to the girl and apologized to her.

The girl waved her hand and quickly said that it was no big deal.

Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, she had nothing more to say.

After saying that, she ran towards the village behind her.

"Behave yourself."

Looking at the constantly writhing sack, Scribe kicked it and said helplessly.

"Be careful, I might tell Kuwashima Jigoro something and have him come and talk to you."

"No, we can't tell Grandpa!"

Kuwashima Jigoro was a very special and respected figure to Agatsuma Zenitsu. Using him as an excuse, Zenitsu indeed quieted down.

"Mister Scribe, where are we going now?"

After walking for a while, Nezuko suddenly walked up to the Scribe and asked him a question.

"There are no new missions right now, so should we actively go looking for ghosts?"

"No."

After considering it in his mind, the Scribe pointed in a direction and said.

"Let's go on a trip."

Tanjiro and Nezuko exchanged a glance, their lips twitching violently, and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Only Black Feather showed no surprise; for him, nothing seemed strange about what the Scribe was saying.

Led by the Scribe, the group of four headed towards Asakusa.

"Asakusa?"

On the way, Tanjiro asked the Scribe a question.

It must be very big; I've never been there before.

You'll see when you get there.

With a mysterious smile on his face, the Scribe didn't forget to remind Tanjiro to be mentally prepared.

Tanjiro scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

Get ready. What are you going to prepare? Aren't you going on a trip?

All his doubts vanished when he entered Asakusa.

"Is this... is this a city?!"

Tanjiro's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at Asakusa, a city that never sleeps, Asakusa and bustling with activity.

He had thought that big cities were just places that were a little more prosperous than the small towns he knew, but now it seemed that the two were not comparable at all.

While many places were still using kerosene lamps, Asakusa was already using electricity.

"What's so surprising?"

With a laugh, Scribe then led the three of them for a stroll in Asakusa.

Under his guidance, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu saw many things they had never seen or even heard of before.

Zenitsu is a bit better off, as he lives in the Momoyama area and can occasionally go down the mountain for a walk.

However, Tanjiro and Nezuko have mainly made a living by burning charcoal since childhood, and even after being rescued by the Scribe, they rarely go out.

When they started practicing Breathing Technique, they hadn't even stepped out of Mt. Sagiri.

When they first arrived in Asakusa, everything before their eyes deeply shocked them.

While shopping, Scribe didn't forget to take the initiative to pay for some gifts for them.

Although all three of them said they didn't need it, Scribe still forcibly stuffed it into their arms.

If you don't need it, then give it to your younger siblings, parents, or grandparents.

You'll have to take it whether you want it or not.

Faced with the Scribe's firm stance, the three had no choice but to nod and take the items.

Finally, after walking around the shopping street, the four of them found an empty spot to sit down.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Pointing to a small vendor not far ahead, Scribe said with a smile.

"I'll treat you to noodles."

Touching their bellies, all three of them wore embarrassed smiles.

Finally, the Scribe stepped forward and asked the vendor for four bowls of yam noodle soup.

"The noodles are here."

The vendor's expression immediately brightened when he ordered four bowls of noodles.

He quickly made the noodles and ran over with the bowl in his hand.

Tanjiro and the other two were quite hungry, so they ate quickly, and soon a small portion of their food was in their stomachs.

The Scribe only took two bites, tasted the flavor, and then stopped.

Just then, he suddenly stood up, his brow furrowed.

"Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Nezuko."