It's clear that the creator poured their heart and soul into the creation.
As time went on, the Scribe turned the pages faster and faster.
He read through the unfinished novel page by page.
"It's probably going to be a tragedy later on; many parts already hint at the darkness of this world."
After looking at the last one, the Scribe noticed something.
Creator: Kaigaku.
"So this is the novel that guy created."
Without a hint of mockery, the Scribe simply smiled faintly, then folded the paper and placed it back in its previous position.
Then, he took a piece of paper from the side, wrote a few simple words on it, and placed it on top of the paper.
Combining his memories with those in his mind, he understood the whole story.
While still human, Kaigaku had always been frustrated and unfulfilled, was found by Muzan.
Later, he poured his heart and soul into creating this work, hoping to gain recognition from others.
Unfortunately, even such a work was ridiculed as garbage by his predecessors.
Not only that, the senior colleague also stomped on his manuscript paper in front of him.
In a fit of rage, Kaigaku killed his senior, completely losing his human identity and becoming a demon.
"Poor fellow."
One can't help but feel a little sorry for Kaigaku's fate, but the Scribe will not show any mercy because of it.
Everyone in this world has experienced lows and times when they are disliked, but some people rise from those lows and become stronger with each battle, while others deliberately avoid them and eventually die in a corner.
Just then, he suddenly frowned and looked in one direction.
Immediately afterwards, Scribe walked into the corridor and called out to Kiyoshiro in the room.
"Beat the drums!"
Long before he left the room, he and Kiyoshiro had agreed that as long as he shouted to beat the drum, she would beat it without hesitation.
With the help of the drum they took from Kaigaku, the group won't be found for a while.
Upon hearing the Scribe's shout, Kiyoshiro immediately struck the drum.
After a crisp thud, the three disappeared.
A few seconds later, a figure crashed through the wall and landed in the corridor.
"Tanjiro?"
"The Mister Scribe?"
They exchanged a glance, and the Scribe asked with some curiosity.
How did you end up here?
"I don't know either. I was walking along just fine when I was suddenly teleported to another room, and then I was punched right in the face."
"Bombard them?"
Realizing something, the Scribe stepped forward, grabbed Tanjiro, and then pulled hard.
"Swish, swish, swish"
A piercing whistling sound came, followed by cuts on the floor and debris flying everywhere.
A figure pushed aside the dilapidated wall and stood in front of the Scribe and Tanjiro.
"You two, what do you want to do to my things?"
In his scarlet right eye, the severed "Lower Rank Five" was so clear.
Without a doubt, the newcomer was none other than the former Lower Rank Five, Kaigaku.
Chapter 258 Rapid Drumming
Looking at his former Lower Rank Six standing in front of him, Tanjiro subconsciously swallowed.
This was his first time facing the Twelve Kizuki, and even though they had only retired from their current positions, their aura was still extremely powerful.
Despite this, his fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest.
"I am Kamado Tanjiro of the Demon Slayer Corps, and I have come here to take your life!"
Seeing that Tanjiro didn't launch an attack directly but instead revealed his name, the Scribe sighed helplessly.
I don't know what to say about his character of not "sneaking" at all.
"Demon Slayer Corps? Are they the Demon Slayer?"
Turning his head, Kaigaku saw the Scribe and Tanjiro standing there.
He didn't take the two of them seriously and just said coldly.
"Rare Blood, I can smell that Rare Blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck the drum on his body hard.
At the same time, sensing something, the Scribe reached forward and grabbed Tanjiro by the collar.
He then jumped to the side, carrying Tanjiro's body into the air.
The next second, the space inside the room changed; the floor, the surroundings, and the ceiling rotated clockwise.
"What's going on?!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Tanjiro's eyes as he looked at Kaigaku, who was standing on the floor but upside down above his head, and drew his Nichirin Blade.
"Blood Demon Art".
After glancing at Tanjiro, the Scribe asked.
"Before you met this guy, did you go through a battle?"
Nodding, Tanjiro explained that he had single-handedly killed another demon before encountering Kaigaku.
"Is that so?"
After a quick calculation, aside from Kaigaku in front of us, we've already eliminated four demons in this house.
The number of wounds also corresponds exactly to the four types found on the man's body earlier.
In other words, once we deal with Kaigaku, there shouldn't be any other ghosts here.
"Can it hold up?"
"It's okay, I can do it."
Having broken free from the Scribe's grasp, Tanjiro knew very well that the more difficult the situation, the more he should rise to the challenge.
Otherwise, what would be the point of the Scribe training them, and how could they themselves become stronger?
A smile appeared on his face, and the Scribe patted Tanjiro on the shoulder, speaking softly.
"Here's a hint: do you see those drums on the mountain?"
"I saw it."
After a quick glance, Tanjiro noticed the five drums on Kaigaku's body.
"Very good."
With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe pointed to the drum on the ghost's belly and spoke.
The drum on the stomach is likely an attack technique, the drum on the right shoulder is for turning right, the drum on the left is for turning left, the right foot is for turning forward, and the left foot is for turning backward.
"Understood."
Tanjiro took the Scribe's words to heart; he knew it was a sign of the scribe's trust in him.
His eyes narrowed, and he then gripped his knife and charged forward.
Seeing Tanjiro charging towards him, Kaigaku didn't hesitate to slap the drum on his stomach and left shoulder.
In an instant, three invisible attacks tore through the air and hurtled toward Tanjiro, and the direction he was facing changed once again.
"Damn it, such fast rotation and attack speed."
Tanjiro raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand, and the moment it made contact, he felt a vibration coming from it.
"Grip the knife tightly, and keep going!"
The Scribe's voice came just in time, like a powerful stimulant, piercing Tanjiro's heart.
Ignoring his own body, Tanjiro gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, showing no sign of letting go even as his hands and fingers split open.
Finally, the invisible claw strikes dissipated.
Tanjiro took a few steps back, panting heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
The wound reopened.
Even after treatment, Tanjiro's physical injuries were not fully healed.
Coupled with the intense fighting, he had no time to rest and recuperate, and was constantly pushing himself to the limit.
Once you try to stand still, the broken bone makes a cracking sound, and you can't exert any strength at all.
If this continues, his body will become sluggish due to fatigue, and his legs will become unresponsive.
In the end, he will be cut into pieces!
Seeing Tanjiro panting heavily, the Scribe realized that his condition was not good.
Scribe walked quickly to him and said in a low voice.
"Breathe, Tanjiro, what is the essence of Water Breathing? It is its variability and fluidity. Bring that into play."
After hearing the Scribe's words, Tanjiro realized that he hadn't been aware of the Water Breathing technique before.
"Liquidity and variability?"
After a moment of contemplation, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"I understand, Mister Scribe."
Gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, he then charged towards Kaigaku.
"Water Breathing * Third Form * Flowing Dance!"
His body moved as swiftly as flowing water, his figure moving at such high speed that it left only a few afterimages in place.
Seeing Tanjiro suddenly increase his speed, Kaigaku pounded the drum on his body again.
One hand forcefully pounded the attack drum on his stomach, while the other hand randomly struck the other four drums, constantly altering the situation inside the room.
"Hateful!"
Halfway through his charge, Tanjiro was forced to stop because of the spatial shift, leaving him with no ground to use for leverage.
The sensation of using the wrong force came over me, and a mouthful of blood spurted from my throat, splashing onto the ground.
With a frown, the Scribe glanced at Tanjiro, but said nothing.
He had been observing his movements, and they were acceptable at the moment.
Tanjiro quickly jumped back to create some distance, spat out the blood from his mouth, and then wiped his face.
Since the other party likes to change the interior space, I won't insist.
There are also techniques in Water Breathing that require very little contact area with the ground!
"Water Breathing * Ninth Form * Droplet Flow!"
By minimizing the landing time and area required for movements and techniques, users can move freely even in confined spaces when using the droplet-flowing technique.
In a room with such a changing space, this trick is perfectly suited.
"Damn scoundrel!"
Seeing Tanjiro change his attack method, Kaigaku cursed loudly and then slapped the drum on his stomach hard.
This time, however, the number of air blades that erupted was not three, but increased to five.