After Spider Sister followed, Scribe finally turned his attention back to Kamuna.
After watching for a while, he turned around and walked in another direction as if he didn't care.
If the other person is really interested in you, they will definitely follow up.
The spot we were in was good, but it was a bit too close to Zenitsu.
Considering the opponent's Blood Demon Art, the Scribe decided to play it safe.
Sure enough, as the Scribe left, he clearly heard movement behind him.
After traveling for quite some time, the Scribe found an open space.
There was a stream not far away, and you could even see the huge rock where the Mother Spider had been.
"That's about it."
After observing the surroundings, the Scribe thought this place was quite nice.
The view was expansive, and there was no one around to worry about.
Most importantly, if Kamuna dies here, he won't be too lonely.
"Come out, I know you're following me."
Turning around, the Scribe then spoke to the forest behind him.
"Weren't you just exploding with gusto? Why are you so quiet now?"
Kamuna did not answer; all that appeared was a broken tree stump.
"Blood Demon Art?"
Looking at the familiar I-shaped pattern on the tree stump, Secretary Shu immediately understood what the other party meant.
By carving out unique symbols, it can be detonated to produce lethality.
However, judging from the wooden stake in front of us and the previous explosion, this Blood Demon Art is useless when the object being carved still shows signs of life.
With a loud shout, the Kamuna, hidden in the forest, exclaimed excitedly.
Do you think I'm stupid? There are so many things in the forest that I can use, why would I go out and fight you?
"You're quite quick-witted."
Upon hearing the shouts of the Kamuna, the Scribe knew that his provocation had failed.
Being one of the Twelve Kizuki, it seems that this Kamuna has its own strengths.
If it were someone else, they might really have no way to deal with him.
As a ghost, he can also cause huge explosions, which is enough for him to kill his enemies while maintaining a safe distance.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated one thing.
The Scribe has exceeded his ability to handle.
With a forward lunge, Scribe not only failed to increase the distance between himself and the wooden stake, but instead instantly shortened the distance to within a few meters.
He drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and then slashed down with force.
With a loud bang, the rotten wood was split in two.
The word "I" carved on it was evenly split into two halves.
The log, cut in two, rolled twice on the ground before finally coming to a stop.
Moreover, the wood showed absolutely no signs of exploding.
No matter how Kamuna manipulated it, the two pieces of wood that had been cut off remained unresponsive, just like ordinary wooden stakes.
"This, this is impossible!"
Seeing his Blood Demon Art fail, Kamuna was completely baffled as to what the Scribe had done.
"How... how did you know the weakness of my Blood Demon Art!"
The voice became very excited, and Kamuna, hiding in the forest, shouted at the Scribe.
How did you know?
The Scribe shook his head slightly and then said calmly.
"Would you believe me if I said I was just guessing?"
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In fact, the Scribe was unaware of the abilities of the Kamuna Blood Demon Art.
The reason he cut the wooden stake was simply an unconscious act.
In retrospect, he succeeded.
Not only did it neutralize the opponent's attack, it also successfully frightened the Kamuna.
"A guess?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's reply, Kamuna was clearly taken aback.
"Are you kidding me?!"
The Scribe shrugged, a helpless expression on his face.
"In this day and age, no one believes you when you tell the truth?"
He sighed and said with a smile.
"Well, believe it or not."
Seeing the Scribe so confident, Kamuna, who was hiding in the forest, hesitated.
A seemingly ordinary Demon Slayer managed to break through my Blood Demon Art on our first meeting.
Moreover, judging from the other party's expression, it was clear that they didn't take him seriously.
"Is it just bluffing, or do they really think they can kill me one-on-one?"
Gritting his teeth, Kamuna stared intently at Scribe, trying to detect a strange expression on the other's face.
He's not the impulsive type; on the contrary, Kamuna is always a rather cautious demon.
To put it bluntly, he's a bit of a coward.
If the situation becomes unfavorable to him, he will have the idea of leaving or retreating.
But before today, he had never encountered a human being with whom he could retreat.
The sense of pride he gained from numerous hunts led him to struggle with his situation.
"If he really has that ability, then doesn't that mean he's a Pillar among the Demon Slayer?"
Such an idea arose in his mind. Kamuna looked at the Scribe not far away and fell into deep thought.
He knew the Demon Slayer Pillars were strong, but he had never encountered one.
Even Rei, the master of Mount Natagumo, has never encountered a Pillar-level Demon Slayer.
"So, does that mean we have no choice but to go find that guy?"
Although there is indeed a demon here who has seen many pillars, Kamuna doesn't want to go looking for her deep down.
Even if the other person is one of the Twelve Kizuki like himself, he is unwilling to lower his head and seek their help.
But right now, it seems that only this one method remains.
In the end, Kamuna chose to leave.
With a rustling sound, he left the place, using the cover in the forest as cover.
"You're leaving already?"
Noticing that the other party had already left, Scribe raised an eyebrow slightly.
He was a little curious; he hadn't shown any particularly terrifying aura, so how had he managed to scare the other person away?
I originally thought it would help relieve my itchy hands.
With a sigh, the Scribe sheathed his Nichirin Blade and headed back the way he came.
He returned to the previous location and stood there for a while.
Then, he walked towards the wooden house where Zenitsu was.
He wasn't worried about Tanjiro and his two companions in the other direction. As long as the scent didn't affect them, Tanjiro could unleash his full fighting power.
With the three of them working together, even Spider Father wouldn't find it easy to defeat them.
However, Zenitsu is a different story. In the original work, he fought while being bitten.
The Scribe wasn't sure if reinforcements would arrive, so he needed to make sure they were all safe.
Soon, he returned to the place where Zenitsu was.
"It looks like it's coming to an end."
As soon as he stepped out, Scribe saw Zenitsu climbing up a tree and crying loudly.
Several spider heads were moving rapidly on the ground, trying to climb the tree trunk. If he guessed correctly, the real show would begin when Zenitsu fell down.
Sure enough, when the spider-like creature climbed up the tree trunk, Zenitsu lost consciousness and fell down.
"3"
Seeing Zenitsu fall, Spider Brother's face lit up with joy.
After shouting, the other spiders jumped down from the tree and pounced on Zenitsu.
"2"
Spider Brother grinned, as if he could see Zenitsu being tortured and howling in pain after being caught by him.
"1"
Zenitsu's clothes were touching the ground, and his hair was touching the soil.
It was as if his head would slam heavily onto the ground at any moment.
At that moment, the Scribe smiled.
"0"
"Bang!"
"What!"
When he saw Zenitsu suddenly stand up and place his two feet firmly on the ground, Spider Brother's eyes widened.
Wasn't that Demon Slayer already unconscious? How could he still be reacting?
"Wrong!"
With his excellent eyesight, he could clearly see the expression on Zenitsu's face.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"That guy hasn't woken up yet."
Upon realizing this, Spider Brother then heard a crisp sound.
"Clatter"
Zenitsu drew his Nichirin Blade and then stomped heavily on the ground.
The body, which had been stationary, shot forward like lightning in an instant.
What speed!
Seeing Zenitsu suddenly rush to his side from a distance, Spider Brother's eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.
"First Form."
Zenitsu exhaled a long breath, and a faint white mist rose from his mouth.
Then, he stepped on the ground again.
Using the force of the impact, his body soared high into the air once more.