"How did the whole world suddenly shatter?"
"Rubbish"
With a gentle wave of her hand, Lei released countless Spider Silk, slicing the male swordsman into pieces.
It looked like pork that had been chopped up with a cleaver, falling to the ground, and the strong smell of blood immediately filled the area.
The contrast between the living people who were just moments ago and the sudden transformation into a pile of minced meat caught Tanjiro and Nezuko off guard.
The Scribe watched as Lei killed the swordsman, but made no attempt to help.
He knew very well that the other party joined the Demon Slayer Corps only for fame and money.
Moreover, judging from his clean clothes, he probably hadn't even participated in a fierce battle.
The teammates they had encountered before were either dead or in terrible condition. The sudden appearance of a clean-cut guy seemed a bit odd.
For this kind of person, the Scribe felt that death would be too good for them.
It's fair to say that the Demon Slayer Corps doesn't need such scoundrels.
After defeating the male swordsman, Rui turned his attention back to Tanjiro.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Take back what you said and hand your sister over to me."
"Absolutely impossible!"
With a shout, Tanjiro rushed out.
"I'm not wrong, I will never take it back, and I will never give Nezuko to you!"
As it charged forward, a pale blue light appeared on the blade.
"Water Breathing * First Form * Water Surface Slash"
Tanjiro's head, his face filled with a vicious expression.
However, Lei's strength had already exceeded his ability to cope.
With a flick of the finger, a Spider Silk harder than steel sprang from between the fingers.
Ping Pong
With a sharp crack, Tanjiro's eyes widened in surprise at what had happened.
His Nichirin Blade broke.
The Nichirin Blade, which was once incredibly hard, was broken by a single Spider Silk.
Not only that, after breaking Tanjiro's Nichirin Blade, the Spider Silk did not slow down and flew directly towards his head.
If you ever get involved, it'll probably be like using a cutting machine to cut butter.
At the same time, the Scribe moved.
"Click click"
Nezuko only heard the sounds of the sword being drawn and sheathed, and then she saw the Spider Silk being severed by something.
Immediately afterwards, the Scribe grabbed Tanjiro by the collar and pulled him back.
"That's impossible!"
Feeling his Spider Silk break, Lei gasped in surprise, his face filled with disbelief.
Before he could even understand what was happening, a fist appeared in front of him.
Chapter 277 Third Place: Twelve Kizuki
While the Scribe and their companions were getting tired, on the other side of Mount Natagumo, two figures were having a conversation face to face.
One of the demons was the one that had escaped earlier, the Kamuna.
Opposite him was a Female Demon.
He has white hair and two horns on his forehead.
The pupils are mostly purple, with only the eyelids being red.
There are also two symmetrical red lines on each cheek.
"So, you mean there might be a pillar here?"
After hearing what Kamuna said, the Female Demon frowned.
"Tell me what that guy looks like, as far as you know."
Swallowing hard, Kamuna then described the Scribe's appearance to the other party.
After hearing his words, the Female Demon breathed a sigh of relief.
"It shouldn't be a human pillar."
"Really? Koyuki, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Standing before Kamuna was one of the Twelve Kizuki, just like him.
The Lower Rank Four, with Koyuki.
As the demon who had the most contact with the Pillars among the Lower Rank, she was able to tell from Kamuna that the Scribe was not a Pillar.
"Pillars rarely act with other Demon Slayer, and even if they do, they only stay together with fellow Pillars."
"So you mean I'm too neurotic?"
"Otherwise what? You're supposed to be one of the Twelve Kizuki, yet you're scared by Demon Slayer who isn't even a pillar."
Upon hearing Koyuki's mocking words, Kamuna was immediately enraged.
"So what? You still run away whenever you see a Pillar among humans, which is why you've survived until now."
"That's called 'a wise person adapts to circumstances'!"
Without hesitation, Koyuki also roared at Kamuna.
But both ghosts knew perfectly well that they would never have fought.
As members of the Twelve Kizuki, their strengths are not so different as to be insurmountable.
In addition, the demons possess powerful healing abilities, so unless there is a deep and irreconcilable hatred between the two sides, they generally won't fight.
Sure enough, after arguing for a while, the two ghosts stopped.
"So what do we do now, go find that guy Lei?"
Squatting on an Ishigami, Kamuna rested his chin on his hand and asked Koyuki, who was not far away.
"That guy seemed to have said something about his family being killed, and then he stormed off and disappeared."
"Is that so?"
After Kamuna brought it up, Koyuki became less excited.
With a quick glance, a plan popped into her head.
Kamuna wouldn't be so idle as to lie to himself about something like this, which means that Rui is probably already fighting those Demon Slayer.
"Then we'll wait a while."
She waved her hand and then said with a smile.
Let's find the survivors after everything is over.
Koyuki's thinking was simple: if it was someone who survived by sheer hardship, that would be fine, but he and two of the Twelve Kizuki were definitely stronger than one of them.
Even in the worst-case scenario, if Rui is careless and killed by those Demon Slayer, she and Kamuna can still appear in time.
By then, the heavily wounded Demon Slayer would naturally be no match for the two of them and would only become food.
Moreover, after the Demon Slayer and the spider family are all dead, Mount Natagumo will also become their territory.
Thinking of this, Koyuki couldn't help but glance at Kamuna.
After everything was over, my next target was him.
On the other side, the Scribe's fist had already slammed into Lei's head.
"Bang"
The immense power erupted, and his head, exhausted, exploded like a punctured water balloon.
The contents inside gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, splashing outwards.
Not only that, the Scribe kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
"Tanjiro- nii!"
Nezuko had just realized what was happening, quickly went over to check on Tanjiro's condition.
I'm fine.
Tanjiro glanced at the broken Nichirin Blade in his hand, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.
This was a Nichirin Blade that Mr. Haganezuka had forged for him, but he broke it when he tried to use the swordsmanship taught by Master Urokodaki because he lacked the skill.
More importantly, after seeing his performance, the Mister Scribe must be very disappointed in himself.
However, the disappointment and scolding that Tanjiro had imagined did not come.
Instead, the Scribe simply turned around, squatted down, and asked.
"How are you? Are you alright?"
Nodding, Tanjiro then looked ahead.
Not far away, Lei slowly stood up and walked out step by step.
As he walked, his head, which had been shattered by the Scribe, was gradually healing.
"Is this the bond between you two? Even if you're not family, you can still have such a deep bond."
The newly revived mouth opened, its tone full of envy.
"I want it, I really want it!"
"There's a limit to how much you should joke!"
Tanjiro, his face filled with rage.
He couldn't accept what the other person was saying, and repeatedly expressed his desire for Nezuko, wanting to hand over his own sister.
As a human being, Nezuko is not an object, but a life form with her own will and thoughts.
Tanjiro, however, would never allow Rui, who doesn't understand these principles, to "get" Nezuko.
"If you can't change the family you're in, which is held together by absurd ideas, you'll never have any ties of your own in this life."
Tanjiro's words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Rui's body.
The thing I'd been unwilling to admit to myself was ruthlessly revealed by a human, and I was too tired to waste any more words.
"Forget it, I'll try another method." (Shula)
He gave a cold laugh, then placed one hand on the hair covering his left eye.
"If I kill both of you, Nezuko will be my sister."
"After all, you have absolutely no chance of winning against me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lei lifted the hair off the left side of her face.
Two large characters appeared in his pupils.
Lower Rank Five.
"I am one of the Twelve Kizuki."
After Lei revealed his identity, he did not see any fear or tension on the faces of the three Scribe.
The Scribe, in particular, covered his mouth when he heard Lei reveal his identity as one of the Twelve Kizuki, as if he was about to burst out laughing.
"I'm not saying this to be rude, but being one of the Twelve Kizuki makes you so proud?"
With a hearty laugh, Scribe then pointed at Lei, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"Who gave you that confidence, Muzan?"