Don't Use Your Hands to Play Ball-Use Your Feet

The figures were two ghosts, one male and one female.

The male ghost has short black hair, is blind, dressed as a monk, and has arrow-patterned eyeballs on his hands.

The female demon also has short black hair, but the ends are orange-red. She wears a kimono and holds a handball.

"Yura, Sake, go and take care of these Demon Slayer." (Shushoura)

With his back to the two demons, Muzan's voice was full of an unyielding tone.

"Especially a Demon Slayer in his early twenties, no matter what, he must be killed!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked out of the alley.

Only after Muzan's figure had left did Yura and Sake raise their heads and exchange a glance.

"Don't you dare hold me back during the battle."

After fiddling with the handball in his hand, Sake said.

"Otherwise, I'll smash your head to pieces too."

"Hmph, but you should try not to let your dust get in my face during the fight."

With her eyes closed, Yura showed no fear, but rather a look of disgust on her face.

"Also, stop playing that handball game, it's filthy!"

"You think you can just tell me not to play and then I won't? What kind of person are you?"

If it were Muzan's orders, Yura and Sake would probably have already started fighting.

Only Muzan could manage to gather together demons, who mostly act alone, to launch an attack.

Fortunately, after arguing for a while, both ghosts realized that the mission was the most important thing.

After exchanging information about their own and each other's Blood Demon Art and formulating a preliminary strategy, Yura and Sake stepped out of the box.

Meanwhile, having carefully put away the card she received from Miss Rei, the Scribe had returned to Tanjiro and the others.

"Are you alright?"

Tanjiro and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the Scribe return.

There was no sound of fighting, and the Scribe showed no signs of battle, meaning there was no need for a fight.

"Hmm, I didn't find the guy I was looking for."

Scribe picked up the bowl from the ground and said with a smile.

"Let's not talk about this now, or it'll get cold."

After swallowing the rest of the noodles, Tanjiro suddenly walked to the Scribe's side and asked a question.

"Mister Scribe, who was that ghost you went to see just now?"

The Scribe glanced at Tanjiro, let out a breath, and said.

"Hasn't your own sense of smell already told you the answer?"

After receiving confirmation from the Scribe, Tanjiro knew that the scent he had just smelled was indeed correct.

Kibutsuji Muzan was just nearby!

Tanjiro clenched his fists, barely managing to suppress the anger surging within him.

After personally fighting demons, his disgust for Kibutsuji Muzan, the root cause of all this, rose to a new level.

Mr. Kazumi should have had a happy life, marrying his fiancée and forming a blissful family.

But now, his fiancée has been eaten by a demon created by Muzan.

Miss Tokie was the same; if it weren't for them, she probably would have been eaten by that demon too.

Thinking about this, he felt a deep sympathy for those who had been eaten.

"Don't overthink it and add unnecessary worries to yourself."

Noticing Tanjiro's unusual behavior, the Scribe said calmly.

"Thinking about it won't do any good. If you really want to do something, then make up your mind to make your arm that holds the knife stronger."

"Yes!"

Hearing the Scribe say that, Tanjiro realized he shouldn't think so much and perked up.

With a slight smile, Scribe patted the other person on the shoulder before turning his gaze to the bustling crowd not far away.

Although he didn't find Muzan, he remembered that there were two other demons here.

One is a germaphobe, the other is Female Demon who plays with a ball.

However, because of his intervention, Tanjiro failed to discover Muzan and instead Muzan away.

With this change, I wonder if those two ghosts will ever come back.

"Should we try to probe the waters?"

A thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe then stood up and addressed Tanjiro and the other two.

"Have you finished eating? Let's go for a walk."

Just as the Scribe and the others were about to leave, something happened that left him both amused and exasperated.

When the noodle shop owner saw that Agatsuma Zenitsu hadn't finished eating, he actually insisted that he had to finish it before leaving.

Leaving before you can finish your food is disrespectful and shows a lack of appreciation for his culinary skills.

Seeing the shop owner almost "gripping a knife to strike," Scribe could only look at Zenitsu.

"Zenitsu, I'll give you two choices."

Holding up two fingers, Scribe smiled slightly at him and said.

"One option is to finish eating now, and the other is to get beaten up by me and then I'll finish eating for you. Which one do you choose?"

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Zenitsu's face. Seeing the helpless expression on Tanjiro's face, Zenitsu knew that he could only rely on himself.

With a snap, he picked up the bowl and then finished the remaining noodles inside.

That speed... no wonder he's a user of Thunder Breathing, it's incredibly fast.

Only after that were the four Scribe able to leave.

After they strolled around the streets for a while, Scribe was walking at the front, suddenly turned around and walked into a secluded alley.

Although Tanjiro and the other two were puzzled, they still followed.

After turning left and right, and with one last leap, they found themselves in a large, uninhabited courtyard.

"If we get here, everything should be fine."

Turning around, he walked to a pavilion, blew off the dust, and sat down, a nonchalant expression on Scribe face.

"Hey, you two little mice following us, come out here."

Chapter 249 When playing ball, don't use your hands, use your feet.

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tanjiro and the other two, who were still puzzled, immediately changed their expressions.

They quickly drew their Nichirin Blade from their waists, then leaned back against each other, wary of their surroundings.

One second, two seconds... one minute

Five minutes passed, and there was still no sound coming from the surroundings.

Everything was completely silent, as if nothing were there.

Even so, Tanjiro and his companions remained vigilant.

Five more minutes passed, and finally, the three of them began to relax a little.

At the same time, from a dark corner, a beautifully crafted ball flew out and hurtled straight toward the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, watch out!"

Seeing the ball flying towards the Scribe, Tanjiro wanted to go and help.

"So you've come after all."

As the handball drew closer, the Scribe couldn't help but think to himself.

"Muzan, you really don't care about the lives of your subordinates."

It was bad enough that the Twelve Kizuki attacked him, but now two demons who weren't even Lower Rank were attacking him.

Scribe was already helpless against Muzan's actions.

He clenched his right fist and then swung it sharply.

"Bang!"

The back of his hand slammed into the handball, the sound of the collision erupting and waves of air emanating from the point of contact.

But as time went on, the handball began to flatten.

"The strength is just passable."

After briefly assessing the opponent's strength, the Scribe determined that he could serve as a training opponent for Tanjiro and the others.

Then, he applied a little more force.

The previously stalemate suddenly changed, as the handball was blasted away by the back of the Scribe's hand.

It transformed into a shooting star in the night sky and then disappeared into the horizon.

"Tch, this is really difficult."

Seeing that her attack had failed, a female voice came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, Yura and Sake came out.

Upon seeing the two demons appear, Tanjiro and his two companions immediately gripped their swords and charged forward.

"Yura, I'm leaving the three of them to you."

"Um."

Nodding, Yura then stood in front and activated her Blood Demon Art.

"The Crimson Scythe Arrow!"

An invisible arrow flew from his hand and then stuck to Tanjiro and the other two.

Let's have some fun.

With a thought, under Yura's control, Tanjiro and the other two's forward-rushing bodies were instantly altered.

Tanjiro and Nezuko's heads collided, Agatsuma Zenitsu's body flew backward, crashing headfirst into a tree.

Then his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

"Zenitsu!"

Tanjiro glanced at the Zenitsu and realized that this was the power of Zenitsu's Blood Demon Art.

Even so, how did he do it, and what were the methods of his attack?

Even if they knew it was an attack from the other side, they couldn't decipher its secrets, and they had no way to fight back.

"An invisible arrow, huh? That makes sense."

After a brief look at Tanjiro and the other two, the Scribe discovered that they were already entangled with Yura.

However, in terms of damage output, Yura's "Crimson Scythe Arrow" is not particularly powerful.

However, when combined with the elements of being invisible and being able to change the direction of movement, it becomes a considerable ability in his hands.

While they couldn't launch an effective attack on Tanjiro in the short term, they could at least hold them off and prevent them from fighting freely.

"So, I'm going to have a one-on-one duel with Sake?"

Turning his gaze to the front, Scribe discovered that Sake had created a new handball.

"Die, Demon Slayer!"

With a cold look in his eyes, Sake suddenly threw the ball, which then flew like a cannonball and smashed into Scribe's head.