Kyogai's Last Wish, and Another Soul Reincarnation Device / Taro, Let's Compete to Dig a Pit and Bury Someone

Blood Demon Art * Rapid Drumming!

Chapter 259 Kaigaku's Last Wish, Obtaining the Soul Reincarnation Device Again

Disregarding his own body, Kaigaku used the highest frequency to strike the drums on his body.

One drumbeat after another, countless drumbeats, represent countless attacks.

The speed of the rotation in space increased, and Tanjiro felt his eyes spinning.

"Breathe, don't let your breathing become disordered, Tanjiro!"

The Scribe's voice came again, and upon hearing this, Tanjiro bit his tongue hard, using the pain to wake himself up.

His dizzy pupils cleared again, and a burning fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"This is the strike!"

Thanks to the unique properties of the Ninth Form, he dodged attack after attack, constantly closing the distance between them.

"Impossible, this is impossible! My Blood Demon Art is the most powerful!"

Kaigaku Tanjiro eyes were filled with anger and confusion.

His hands, striking the drumhead so fast they created afterimages, and to bolster his courage, he let out a loud shout ahead.

Even so, it still won't change the current situation.

"Bye now."

A soft voice sounded, and then Kaigaku saw the figure that appeared in front of him.

"Pfft."

The sharp Nichirin Blade easily sliced through his neck, and his massive head flew off and fell to the ground.

The headless body gushed out a large amount of blood, and the hands that were beating the drum unconsciously clapped once, but then froze in place.

Its head rolled a few times on the ground and rolled to Tanjiro's side.

At this moment, Kaigaku realized that he had been beheaded by the Demon Slayer.

"So that's how it is. In the end, I'm nothing but a loser too."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh, but a look of sorrow appeared on his face.

"No, your Blood Demon Art is very powerful!"

Ignoring the pain in his body, Tanjiro used his Nichirin Blade to support himself and spoke to him with one eye closed.

"Even so, cannibalism is unforgivable."

"Is that so?"

He gave a calm reply, and the ferocity in Kaigaku's eyes subsided slightly.

Just then, the Scribe walked up to him carrying a stack of papers.

"Did you write this?"

Seeing the papers in Scribe's arms, Kaigaku, who had calmed down, roared again.

"That's my stuff, the culmination of my life's work. What do you want to do with it?!"

"Take it easy."

Shaking his head, the Scribe sat cross-legged on the ground and picked up the top sheet of paper.

"I just want to talk to you, the original author, about some things in this novel."

"What? You think my stuff is garbage?"

Upon hearing that the Scribe wanted to discuss his work with him, Kaigaku's eyes gleamed once again.

The head, which had already lost half its length, stopped growing under this will to survive, turning into ashes at a very slow pace.

"Of course, don't let my appearance fool you, I've read a lot of books, I'm not kidding you."

With a laugh, the Scribe then placed the paper in front of Kaigaku and began to speak, pointing to the words on it.

Whenever they came up with a passage, he would discuss with Kaigaku what to write.

At this moment, the two of them no longer seemed to be Demon Slayer and a ghost, but simply a writer and a reader having a heart-to-heart talk.

The Scribe didn't write much on the paper and quickly finished his discussion with Kaigaku.

"So, there are still people in this world who appreciate my work."

A look of relief lit up his eyes. Kaigaku wanted to burst into laughter, but his life had already come to an end.

No matter how slowly he disappeared, he now only has one eye left.

"By the way, could you commission me to work on your project?"

After tidying up the papers, Scribe held them in his hand and said to Kaigaku.

"If I'm willing, I'd like to revise and edit this novel and then publish it."

Without speaking, Kaigaku simply looked at the Scribe with his last eye, hoping to convey something through his gaze.

Nodding, the Scribe understood the meaning in his eyes.

Please.

Having expressed his final wish, Kaigaku's head finally turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.

"Kaigaku's last wish has been fulfilled. Congratulations, you have obtained Soul Reincarnation Artifact *1."

The moment Kaigaku disappeared, the long-lost system voice rang in the Scribe's mind.

"This thing again?"

He raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face.

On the other side, Tanjiro, after resting for a while, also stood up and walked to the Scribe's side.

Let's go find Zenitsu and the others.

Nodding, the two then left the room.

Soon, they found Zenitsu and his companions deep inside the house.

When they were discovered, Zenitsu was holding Inosuke tightly, trying to stop him from swinging his sword at Kiyoshiro.

"Inosuke, calm down, he's just a child!"

"I don't care, he threw things at me!"

Judging from Inosuke's aggressive demeanor, if left unchecked, he might really hurt Kiyoshiro.

Fortunately, the Scribe and Tanjiro arrived in time to prevent this from happening.

Upon further inquiry, Kiyoshiro explained that the sudden disappearance of the drum had left him unable to protect himself, and he had thrown things around in a fit of agitation.

After he apologized to Inosuke, the Scribe said that the matter was over.

"Alright, the ghosts here have all been cleared out. Let's go out."

With a faint smile, Scribe said to Kiyoshiro.

"Shoichi and Teruko are still waiting for you outside. Don't keep them waiting too long."

"Um!"

Nodding vigorously, Kiyoshiro was also eager to see his younger brother and sister.

Soon, the group walked together and arrived outside the house.

Brother Kiyoshiro!

"Shoichi! Teruko!"

The three siblings couldn't wait to hug each other as soon as they met.

After experiencing the ghost incident, the near-death experience made them realize how important they were to each other.

Nezuko smiled gently as she looked at the three of them embracing tightly.

Tanjiro, too, covered his wound while laughing as he spoke.

"That's great, all three of them are alright."

Just as he was about to say something, Inosuke suddenly walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Kamaboko Gonpachiro, let's have a showdown."

Tanjiro was stunned for a moment, not expecting Inosuke to suddenly say such a thing.

"What are you saying, Inosuke? Did I hear you wrong?"

With an awkward laugh, Tanjiro continued.

"Aren't we all Demon Slayer Corps? We can't fight each other with weapons."

"Tch, if that's the case, then I'll fight you bare-handed."

Inosuke tossed his Nichirin Blade aside, then stood still and shouted at Tanjiro.

"Let's have a competition and see who's the strongest!"

Chapter 260 Brother, let's have a competition to dig holes and bury people!

"This isn't a matter of whether you're empty-handed or not!"

With a loud shout, Tanjiro shouted towards Inosuke.

"As fellow Demon Slayer Corps Member, we shouldn't be engaging in such a dangerous competition!"

"Who cares about you!"

Ignoring Tanjiro, Inosuke did a handstand and kicked him in the face.

Unable to dodge in time, Tanjiro suffered a small cut on his face.

"You..."

He was about to say something when he saw Inosuke's fist swing out.

"Ora ora, that's it!"

Watching Inosuke and Tanjiro fight, Zenitsu helplessly turned his gaze to the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, aren't you going to do something about them?"

"Manage? Who? Me?"

Pointing to himself, the Scribe then smiled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, those two won't kill anyone. Besides, seeing how energetic they are makes me feel even more at ease."

As he spoke, he patted Zenitsu on the shoulder.

"You seem to really care about this competition. How about I let you participate as well?"

"Spare me, I'm going to die!"

Upon hearing that the Scribe wanted him to join in, Zenitsu immediately shouted, then collapsed to the ground, pretending to faint.

Scribe smiled but didn't say anything, and continued reading about Tanjiro and Inosuke.

After dodging Inosuke's punch by leaping back, Tanjiro looked at his shoe that had been grazed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Inosuke's attacks were unusually weak, giving the impression that he wasn't fighting a human at all.

It's more like a duel with a four-horned wild boar!

"If that's the case, then I should be even lower than him."

With a glint of fighting spirit in his eyes, Tanjiro took Inosuke raising his hand and kicked him hard in the chest.

Unexpectedly, his attack had already been anticipated by Inosuke.

He quickly retracted his fist, then bent over and did a 180-degree split.

This thing immediately caused Tanjiro to lose his target.