Her wide eyes were filled with astonishment, as if she had been stimulated by something.
"Why can't I move my body?"
Feeling a pain in her throat, the Braided Hair Girl hair looked terrified.
There are only two possibilities that can cause pain to one's body.
One scenario involves being discovered by the owner in a dream and then attacked.
But now that I am in the unconscious realm, the dream's owner cannot come here.
The second possibility is that the body stored outside was attacked.
When Scribe noticed the Braided Hair Girl acting strangely, he narrowed his eyes.
Meanwhile, on the train outside.
Kyojuro had been unconscious, stood up and gripped the Braided Hair Girl tightly around the neck with one hand.
Although his eyes were still closed, his furrowed brows clearly indicated that he had noticed something.
Normally, a person afflicted with the Enmu Blood Demon Art is unable to move.
Because consciousness completely separates from the body and is sent into the dream.
Enmu is also very careful and never kills anyone with his own hands.
Even if someone is hit by their own Blood Demon Art, there are still Demon Slayer Corps who can keenly sense killing intent.
The body's instinctive reaction creates the possibility of breaking free from the control of the technique.
Therefore, he always uses "humans" to destroy the Spiritual Core his targets, turning them into useless beings.
Because once they lose their Spiritual Core, these people will not put up any resistance even if they are killed.
But Kyojuro was different. Having been trained for a long time and participated in countless battles, he sensed the girl's murderous aura and instinctively moved.
Now, the girl with braided hair is being choked by Kyojuro.
Having eliminated the possibility of murder, no further action can be taken.
It can be said that the two are currently in a stalemate.
While Kyojuro and the girl with braided hair were locked in a tug-of-war, Tanjiro was also having a sweet dream.
"Tanjiro, could you please heat some bathwater for me?"
"Okay, I'll go right away."
After responding, Tanjiro picked up the wooden bucket and ran out.
As he ran toward the river, he suddenly saw a figure standing in the forest beside him.
Who is that person?
The other person gave me a very familiar feeling, but I just couldn't remember their name.
"Si? Or something like that again?"
He shook his head vigorously, but when Tanjiro looked over again, he found that the other person had disappeared.
"Disappeared? Did I see things wrong?"
Thinking he had misread it, Tanjiro didn't think much of it and continued running towards the river.
But when he arrived at the riverbank and leaned down to draw water, he was horrified by what he saw in the river.
The reflection in the river was of someone who looked exactly like me.
But at this moment, the other person's face was full of anxiety, as if they were desperately hitting something.
Although I didn't recognize the clothes she was wearing, they still gave me a strange sense of familiarity. (Reading by La)
With a furrowed brow, Tanjiro on the riverbank instinctively grabbed a bucket and hurled it downwards.
But as soon as his arm entered the water, Tanjiro felt a powerful force coming from it.
Immediately afterwards, he was pulled underwater.
"It's a dream, wake up!"
Tanjiro was underwater, grabbed his own shoulders and shouted as he pulled himself into the water.
"We're under attack! Wake up and fight!"
Startled by the other person's words, Tanjiro seemed to realize something.
"By the way, I'm inside the train!"
When Tanjiro realized this, the surrounding situation changed.
The water seemed to come alive, desperately rushing towards Tanjiro's nose.
The sticky sensation made it impossible for Tanjiro to escape.
"Gurgle gurgle"
Strange sounds came from his throat, and a large number of bubbles formed.
I felt my consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and the scenery in front of me was starting to become unclear.
"What's going on?"
Tanjiro's thoughts gradually slowed down, and he had no idea what was happening.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, an arm suddenly reached into the water.
As if knowing Tanjiro's location, she grabbed his collar.
With a forceful pull of his arm, Tanjiro was pulled out of the water.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Tanjiro had almost lost consciousness, collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath, as he breathed again.
It took him a while to recover a little.
Shaking his head, Tanjiro then looked at the figure standing in front of him.
"You are, the Mister Scribe?"
Chapter 310 The Method of Cracking
"You've realized it now?"
Seeing that Tanjiro recognized him, the Scribe smiled.
I thought you recognized me when we were in the forest.
Startled, Tanjiro realized that the person he had seen in the forest was indeed the Scribe.
"Alright, you don't need to think about it too much."
The Scribe patted Tanjiro on the shoulder and spoke.
"You have been attacked by the enemy's Blood Demon Art; to be precise, everyone has been affected."
"What?! Everyone was affected?!"
Ignoring the fact that he had just fallen into the water, Tanjiro struggled to his feet.
"No, we have to go and help them."
"The idea is good, but the problems are also obvious."
As if knowing Tanjiro would say that, the Scribe shrugged and replied.
But how are you going to get out?
"Mister Scribe, can't you help me get out?"
Shaking his head, the Scribe then clenched his fist.
The next second, he blasted out with all his might, aiming for Tanjiro's head.
Faced with the fist thrown by the Scribe, Tanjiro only felt a gust of wind and had no time to react.
But Tanjiro's fist didn't stop; instead, it strangely passed through Tanjiro's head.
"You see, I have many limitations in this state."
After saying that, he picked up a leaf from the ground.
Place it in your palm, then clench it tightly.
When the Scribe opened his palm again, the leaf reappeared perfectly intact before Tanjiro's eyes.
Looking at the Scribe's body and arms, they were completely soaked with water, making it impossible to tell that he had just saved him.
"Let's go, let's go see your home."
After comforting Tanjiro, the Scribe continued.
"Since your dream is related to your family, there must be some tips for getting through it."
Nodding, Tanjiro knew there was no other way.
Immediately afterwards, he took the Scribe back to his home.
As soon as they entered, Kamado Kie spotted the two of them.
"Hey Tanjiro, is that your friend over there?"
"Mother, how come you don't recognize me..."
Tanjiro was about to say something, but was interrupted by the Scribe.
The Scribe whispered in Tanjiro's ear.
"They are not your real family; they are just illusions created by your dreams."
After saying that, Scribe smiled at Kie.
"Yes, Tanjiro and I are very good friends."
Scribe scratched his head, a smile on his face.
"I was just passing by when I thought I'd come and see him."
The Scribe's words cannot withstand scrutiny; with just a little thought, many flaws can be found.
However, Kamado Kie in the dream didn't think much of it. As soon as she heard that he was her son's friend, she smiled and invited him to sit down.
"I'll go give your father his medicine. You two talk first."
After telling Tanjiro, Kie got up and left the room.
After she left, Tanjiro quickly checked the surroundings.
Unfortunately, no matter how he observed, everything around him seemed to be arranged just like in his home.
From the furniture arrangement to the dust on the walls, there was nothing wrong with it.
To the point that Tanjiro wondered at one point if he had misunderstood something.
Fortunately, the Scribe was sitting there, which helped Tanjiro regain his composure.
"Didn't you find a solution?"
"Um."
Tanjiro nodded, then frowned.
From what I can see now, this dream was indeed built upon my deepest memories.
In a short period of time, he really couldn't find a way to crack it.
Let's take it one step at a time.
A short while later, the Kamado Kie returned.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, let's eat."
She clapped her hands to indicate that it was time to eat.
Although there was an extra Scribe, the people of the Kamado family were very hospitable.