"I can't do anything with you, go ahead."
"Really?!"
Tanjiro was overjoyed to see that the Scribe had agreed to let him leave.
"However, I want to go with you."
As he spoke, the Scribe also stood up and began to put on his clothes.
After a short while, the two quietly left the room and headed towards the mountain the two sisters had mentioned.
"Remember, no matter what happens, your safety must come first. Always remember to protect yourself."
"Yes"
Tanjiro nodded vigorously, carefully searching his surroundings.
As time went by, they quickly finished searching the outer side of the mountain and began heading towards the inner layer.
Just as the two arrived at a cliff, the surrounding grass suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, a Boar Head emerged from it.
"Inosuke?"
Tanjiro paused for a moment when he saw the Boar Head.
But then he saw the part below the Boar Head.
That really was a wild boar!
"What?!"
Tanjiro's eyes widened as he watched the wild boar leap out of the bushes.
Before he could react, the wild boar charged at him like it had gone mad.
Its sharp fangs gleamed, and foul-smelling saliva sprayed everywhere. It opened its mouth wide and roared something.
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe grabbed Tanjiro by the collar and pulled him aside.
"What are you standing there for?"
"Ah, yes."
Tanjiro blinked and gave a wry smile.
"Yeah, this wild boar reminds me of Inosuke."
"You mean this is what true reckless and impulsive action looks like?"
With a laugh, the Scribe then pointed at the charging wild boar and said...
"Then it's yours."
Nodding, Tanjiro then stepped forward and engaged the wild boar in battle.
"Don't kill anyone!"
With a shout, the Scribe told Tanjiro not to harm the wild boar.
With the same thought in mind, Tanjiro put away his Nichirin Blade.
However, the wild boar's brute strength was simply too great; with just one charge, Tanjiro could only dodge.
"No, this won't work. I have no way to make a decision."
Tanjiro dodged the boar's charge with a leap, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and swallowed hard.
"Then!"
The Scribe's voice suddenly rang out, and then he threw a black object over.
Upon reaching out, Tanjiro discovered that it was actually a bundle of vines.
"You to the left, I to the right, trap it."
Nodding, Tanjiro then grabbed a piece of vine and charged toward the left side of the boar.
At the same time, the Scribe appeared on the right side of the wild boar.
"Awooooo!"
Faced with two enemies, the boar still chose to attack Tanjiro it had attacked before.
He rubbed his limbs hard against the ground a few times, then suddenly lunged forward, his body shooting out like a spring.
"A truly ferocious and reckless advance!"
Seeing the wild boar charging towards him, Tanjiro gritted his teeth and charged forward as well.
He threw the ring toss he had prepared beforehand, then stepped on the ground and his body flew into the air.
The vine loops struck the boar's neck precisely, and Tanjiro then mounted the boar's back.
Upon realizing that someone was riding on its back, the already irritable wild boar became even more enraged.
It shook its head frantically, trying to shake Tanjiro off its body.
Its four feet stomped on the ground, and its whole body shook like an angry bull.
Once Tanjiro is thrown off, he will be met with a barrage of attacks from wild boars.
He knew this, and gripped the wild boar's two tusks tightly, trying his best to lower his center of gravity.
The Scribe on the right smiled with satisfaction upon seeing this.
Gripping the vines tightly, he exerted force with his arm, and the frenzied wild boar was restrained.
The boar pulled its entire head toward the Scribe, and in order to prevent itself from tipping over, it had to use all its strength to stabilize itself.
With a flick of his arm, the vines seemed to have eyes, wrapping around the wild boar's limbs.
Round and round it went, and soon it had wrapped around all four limbs.
Then, with a slight pull, the Scribe laid the wild boar on the ground.
As the wild boar struggled, the vines tightened their grip.
In the end, the wild boar gave up the struggle.
Even so, it continued to glare at the Scribe and Tanjiro with its own eyes.
White breath was exhaled from its mouth, filled with an aggressive intent.
The Scribe, however, paid no attention to these things. After observing the wild boar for a while, he spoke to Tanjiro beside him.
"You watch it, I'll go find some herbs, it's injured."
After saying that, Tanjiro noticed that the boar had a rather large wound on its abdomen.
Perhaps it was this wound that caused him to go berserk and directly attack the Scribe and himself.
Meanwhile, the Scribe quickly found the herbs and went back.
After a simple grinding, he applied the herbs to the wild boar's wounds.
The cool sensation traveled along the wound to all parts of the wild boar's body, making him realize that the two people in front of him meant him no harm.
Realizing this, the wild boar gradually relaxed.
The Scribe broke off a section of the vine and used it as a bandage, wrapping it around the herb's abdomen several times to secure it.
"Okay, lie down for a while longer, and you should be fine."
The Scribe patted the wild boar's head and said with a smile.
"You've finally stopped resisting. It wasn't easy to capture you alive."
After a while, the rested wild boar suddenly stood up and gently nudged the Scribe and Tanjiro.
Then, he bit up the vines on the ground and threw them into the hands of the two men.
"You mean, we should go with you?"
The wild boar seemed to understand the Scribe's words, nodding vigorously and then grunting.
Although somewhat puzzled, Tanjiro and the Scribe each held a section of the vine.
Biting into the middle of the vine, the wild boar then turned and charged away.
"Hey, that's a cliff!"
Seeing that the wild boar was charging towards a cliff, Tanjiro roared and tried to pull it back.
However, his strength was no match for the Scribe's; even with his best efforts, he could only slow the wild boar down a little.
As for the Scribe, his eyes seemed to understand something, but he did not take any action.
"Whoosh!"
With a stomp of its four feet on the ground, the wild boar flew into the air.
The massive body plummeted downwards in an instant and then disappeared into the night.
Immediately afterwards, Scribe and Tanjiro, who were clinging to the vines, were also pulled by this force and both fell into the cliff below.
Chapter 263 The Changed Future
Suddenly opening his eyes, Tanjiro looked at the Scribe in front of him, and said while covering his head.
"Where are we?"
"Below the cliff."
After the Scribe's reminder, Tanjiro finally remembered what had happened to him before.
"Is that wild boar alright?"
Shaking his head, the Scribe then pointed to the figure in front of him and said.
"It's over there."
Seeing that Tanjiro had woken up, the wild boar immediately came running over.
It took a bite out of Tanjiro's haori and tried to pull him outside.
"Is he trying to get me to come with him?"
Tanjiro raised an eyebrow and asked the Scribe.
Nodding, the Scribe stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.
Led by the wild boar, the two crossed the river, waded through the bushes, and finally arrived at a small cave deep in the forest.
As soon as we arrived, we heard the sound of running inside the cave.
Immediately afterwards, several wild boar pups ran out of the cave.
The big wild boar quickly stepped forward and gently nudged its cub with its head, as if to say that it was alright.
The Scribe and Tanjiro didn't notice this at the moment; their attention was completely drawn to the flowers at the cave entrance.
With its slender stems and red petals, it sways in the breeze like a graceful young girl.
The appearance of this flower is exactly the same as the Luoshenzhu Huaman that the two sisters mentioned earlier.
"Wow, this is the Luoshenzhu Huaman?!"
With a look of delight, Tanjiro stepped forward and picked a flower to examine it closely.
Just then, the Scribe suddenly spoke up.
"Tanjiro, I have something to tell you."
"What's wrong, Mister Scribe?"
Standing up, Tanjiro asked with some confusion.
"Has something happened?"
Shaking his head, Scribe pointed to the flower in his hand, which was said to be the Luoshenzhu Huaman.
"This thing isn't called that; it's called the Boar-eye Flower."