"Boar-eye Flower?"
After a moment of hesitation, Tanjiro continued to ask.
"That means..."
"Hmm, there's no such magical thing."
Nodding, the Scribe then told him about the Boar-eye Flower.
Because of its very sweet petals, the Boar-eye Flower was once harvested to the point of near extinction.
Nowadays, they can only be found near wild boar burrows.
This flower blooms for a very short time, only blooming on the night of the new moon and during the full moon.
"In other words, this is just a relatively rare flower."
Tanjiro sighed as he looked at the Boar-eye Flower in his hand.
Even so, he was still grateful to the Scribe for telling him the matter.
Even though he knew in his heart that there was no such magical flower in the world, he still wanted to find this flower and bring one back to Nezuko.
Now, the Scribe has told him the truth, shattering the illusion.
After glancing at Tanjiro, the Scribe continued.
"Tanjiro, if you really feel sorry for Nezuko, then do your best. The sooner it ends, the sooner she won't have to suffer anymore."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, a glint of light flashed in Tanjiro's eyes.
Yes, as long as you work hard, you will be able to defeat Muzan one day.
Then Nezuko can go and pursue her own happiness.
"I understand, Mister Scribe!"
He straightened up, bowed to the Scribe, and his face was once again filled with determination.
Scribe smiled slightly, said nothing, and simply patted him on the shoulder.
Led by the wild boar, the two then left the depths of the forest.
When he left, Tanjiro still held the Boar-eye Flower in his hand.
In his own words, even if it was fake, he still wanted to give the flower to Nezuko.
Soon, the two returned to their residence.
"Oh, everyone's awake. They're quite energetic."
As soon as he entered, the Scribe discovered that Zenitsu and Inosuke were fighting.
He quickly stepped forward to dissuade the two, and with Tanjiro's persuasion, they finally separated.
After a little inquiry, he learned the reason why the two were fighting.
After discovering that the Scribe and Tanjiro were missing, Zenitsu and Inosuke disagreed on what to do next.
Zenitsu, worried about Tanjiro and the Scribe, said he would go and find them to prevent any accidents from happening.
Inosuke, however, said that the two Scribe acted out of their own will, and that worrying too much would only make them feel insulted.
And so, the two people who had a disagreement almost came to blows with knives.
Fortunately, the Scribe returned in time, preventing that situation from happening again.
Tanjiro placed the Boar-eye Flower on Nezuko's head, pulled her aside, and began to recount what had happened to him.
Zenitsu and Inosuke were still holding a grudge because of what happened before, and they stood face to face, neither willing to back down.
As for Scribe, he just looked at them with a grin.
A few days later, Tanjiro and the others had almost fully recovered from their injuries.
At the same time, Black Feather and Tennōji Matsuemon, who had flown back to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters, also arrived here.
At the same time, they also brought new tasks.
"Go to Mount Natagumo to search for the team members who went missing there and provide assistance."
"Caution: This area may be haunted by the Twelve Kizuki, please be extra careful."
"Missing?"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe frowned immediately.
He vaguely remembered that when Tanjiro and the others first arrived, there didn't seem to be this note.
But now, what exactly happened that made the Demon Slayer Corps raise the level of Mount Natagumo to the point where the Twelve Kizuki might exist?
"Tired?"
Such a possibility came to mind, but was subsequently rejected by the Scribe.
That guy isn't one to seek the limelight, so it probably wasn't him.
That means, could there be other Twelve Kizuki existing within Mount Natagumo?
His gaze turned cold, Scribe narrowed his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
If I'm right, then things will get a bit complicated.
If I don't go with them, Tanjiro and the others might not survive until the rescue arrives.
A single lightning bolt would be enough to wipe out all humans below the Pillar level.
"Have you all rested well?"
He blinked, and after thinking it through, he withdrew his murderous aura and spoke to the people beside him.
"If everything is ready, let's go!"
Chapter 264 Mount Natagumo, the Appearance of Murata
Before the Scribe and the others set off, the old woman saw them off to the outside of the house.
After bowing slightly, she took out two items from her bosom.
One item was a flint, and the other was a wooden plaque engraved with the words "Victory is certain," with a flint also inlaid next to the plaque.
"Then, I'll set you off with sparks."
After saying that, she tapped the two flints together and then gently rubbed them together.
A faint flash of light appeared, then disappeared into the air.
"Old woman, you are..."
Just as Inosuke was about to say something, before he could speak, Scribe punched him on the head.
'This is a spark, a ritual to exorcise evil spirits.'
A soft voice sounded, and only then did Inosuke stop.
"May you all live with your heads held high, no matter what, and may your military career prosper."
After she finished speaking, she bent down again.
Thank you.
With a slight smile, the Scribe then led Tanjiro and the others on their way.
After they left, a puzzled Inosuke grabbed Tanjiro Zenitsu's arms, repeatedly asking them what they had meant by what they had just said.
"What does 'standing tall and proud' mean? Is it something delicious?"
"Military fortune flourishing? Is that some kind of clothing or something?"
"Also, why does she keep bowing? Is it because she has a problem with her kidneys or something?"
Tanjiro patiently explained to Inosuke, who was so "annoying".
The group continued walking, and after a few days, they saw their destination.
Mount Natagumo.
As a mountain, just like its name suggests, it is inhabited not by wild animals, but by all kinds of spiders.
The dense spider webs hanging between the trees look like snowflakes in winter from a distance.
"Wait a moment!"
After taking only a few steps, Shan Yi suddenly shouted and then squatted down.
"How terrifying! I felt so scared as soon as I got close to my destination. I felt like I had contracted a strange disease that prevented me from going into the mountains."
With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Scribe didn't say anything, but simply grabbed his collar and dragged him away.
No matter how Zenitsu shouted, he seemed not to hear him and continued walking towards his destination.
After walking for a while, the Scribe at the front suddenly stopped and stood still.
"Mister Scribe, what's wrong?"
Seeing the Scribe suddenly stop, Tanjiro frowned, drew his sword, and stood beside him.
"Could it be that a ghost has appeared?!"
Shaking his head, the Scribe then pointed to a patch of grass ahead and said.
"There is someone, but it's very strange."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a blood-stained hand emerged from the bushes.
Help... help me, help... help me!
With difficulty, he parted the grass, revealing a terrified face.
The man looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing the same clothes as Tanjiro and the others, with a large "destroy" character written on his back.
His face looked as if he had just survived a major battle; it was bloodless, and his eyes were filled with a haggard expression.
Not only that, his mouth kept opening and closing, as if he were saying something.
"He's a teammate! Go save him!"
Nodding, Tanjiro wanted to rush over to save the person.
Seeing this, Inosuke also drew his twin swords, intending to cover Tanjiro.
Suddenly, the Scribe raised an eyebrow and then stretched out his right hand.
He grabbed Tanjiro by the collar and forcibly pulled him back after he ran away.
Just as Tanjiro was about to ask a question, he saw the Scribe's outstretched finger.
Following that line of sight, his eyes widened in surprise.
The Demon Slayer Corps swordsman who was struggling just moments ago has died without anyone knowing when.
Not only that, his body also appeared to have swelled up as if he had been dead for a long time.
Like a sponge that has absorbed a lot of water, the swordsman felt swelling in his limbs and torso.
Then, it exploded with a deafening roar!
The explosion created a large crater in the ground, with scattered flesh and blood flying everywhere, like a bloodthirsty feast.
"This!"
Tanjiro and Inosuke were stunned when they saw the swordsman suddenly explode.
If it weren't for the Scribe stopping them, they probably would have rushed over long ago.
In that case, they would also be affected by the explosion of the corpses, and even if they were not seriously injured, they would lose some of their fighting strength.
"It doesn't seem to be like this in the original work."
With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe had already remembered.
According to the original story, the swordsman should have been stuck in the Spider Silk and then pulled back to Mount Natagumo, where his fate should be unknown.
It now appears that he was killed outright, and his body even exploded in a bizarre manner.
"So, there are other Twelve Kizuki after all."