During the meal, the Scribe dealt with the fakes while observing the surroundings.
His gaze shifted, his eyes constantly moving.
The Scribe's gaze stopped when he saw an item on the table.
It was a small knife, used to cut the pickled carrots that the Kamado family was making.
But in the Scribe's view, it was a key to unlocking the secret.
Chapter 311 Gradually Awakening
During the meal, Scribe suddenly reached out and picked up the small knife.
Kamado Kie thought the Scribe wanted to cut some carrots to eat, so she spoke up.
"Leave it to me, I'll do it."
"Need not."
Scribe smiled at her, then picked up the knife and examined it carefully.
The silver-white blade reflected a faint light, with a wisp of light gathering at the tip.
"Tanjiro, come here for a second."
What's wrong, Mister Scribe?
Tanjiro peered over curiously, a hint of confusion on his face.
The next second, the Scribe picked up a knife and slashed it at Tanjiro's cheek.
Tanjiro felt a sharp pain on his face and instinctively cried out.
"Ugh!"
A burning sensation spread across my face, and I jumped back slightly.
"What are you doing!"
Upon seeing that the Scribe had attacked Tanjiro, Kie and the others' expressions immediately changed.
Kamado Takeo went straight up and gave the Scribe a hard shove.
"You're a bad person, get out of here right now!"
The Scribe simply watched everything in front of him quietly, without saying a word.
"Tanjiro, are you alright?"
With her son injured, Kie lost her appetite and immediately began to check on his condition.
Tanjiro covered his cheek and knelt on the ground.
He kept his head down, making it impossible to see his face.
At the same moment the Scribe slashed his cheek, he clearly felt a sensation.
Suddenly everything went black, and a cool sensation rushed straight to my brain.
When he realized what was happening, what appeared was not the layout of his home.
Instead, it's a row of seats.
"This is... inside a train?"
Looking at the familiar scene, Tanjiro was about to say something when he felt a sharp pain in his head.
His vision went black again, and his consciousness returned to his home.
Covering his cheek, he came to his senses and looked at the Scribe not far away in surprise.
Seeing the faint smile on Scribe's face, Tanjiro immediately understood what he meant.
The Scribe was using this method to teach himself the techniques for passing the test.
Tanjiro glanced at his mother, who was examining his wounds, gritted his teeth, and gently pushed her away.
"Tanjiro, don't stand up! Your wounds haven't healed yet."
"No, Mother."
Shaking his head, Tanjiro looked at his gentle mother and gave a bitter smile.
"It's time for me to go."
"Leave? Where are you going?"
After hearing Tanjiro's words, Kie was stunned for a moment.
But then, as if she understood something, she turned her gaze to the Scribe.
"It's because of you that Tanjiro has become like this!"
With a ferocious expression, the fake Kie, created from a dream, lunged at the Scribe.
Kie pounded hard on Scribe's chest with both arms, pushing Scribe forcefully, trying to shove him away.
Tanjiro's other younger siblings were the same, their faces contorted with rage as they roared loudly.
Looking at his "family" who were completely different from what he remembered, Tanjiro felt a pain in his heart.
My own family members are not like this at all; this completely overturned my understanding of the world.
This dream, created by the enemy's Blood Demon Art, has twisted his own family to such an extent.
A surge of anger burned within him; Tanjiro gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly.
The Scribe, seeing Tanjiro with his head down, did not linger.
After glancing at him, she left the house on her own.
"That's all I can do for you."
After saying that, his body disappeared into the sunlight outside.
Seeing the disappearing Scribe, Tanjiro knew that he had to rely on himself for the rest.
He snatched the knife, still stained with his own blood, and slashed it again fiercely.
A cut several centimeters long appeared on my wrist, and the pain was several times worse than before.
Tanjiro's endurance was not in vain; after gritting his teeth and persevering, he felt some changes in his body.
A faint red gas appeared on the surface of his body, swirling around him.
The appearance of the red gas startled Kie and the others, causing them to take a few steps back.
After being entangled, Tanjiro also noticed that his clothes had changed.
He put on his familiar Demon Slayer Corps uniform again, and his Nichirin Blade reappeared at his waist.
"I'm slowly waking up."
With this premonition in his mind, Tanjiro turned to look at his family.
"I'm sorry, I really have to leave."
"Leave? Where are you going?"
Looking at Tanjiro, Kie's face was full of doubt.
"Isn't this your home?"
Yes, but no.
With his head down, Tanjiro gritted his teeth, as if he was struggling with something.
"This place is fake..."
"Fake? What are you talking about, Tanjiro?"
Her doubts deepened, Kie quickly stepped forward, wanting to embrace Tanjiro.
"We all exist, so how can we be fake?"
Unexpectedly, Tanjiro jumped back and dodged Kie's embrace.
I know that you, Mother, are still alive, but not here.
After saying that, he bowed to Kie and then ran out.
I hadn't run far when a crisp voice rang out from behind me again.
"Brother Tanjiro, where are you going?"
Looking back, there was Nezuko, who hadn't been there at all.
"I just picked some wild vegetables, would you like to try some?"
Nezuko shook the small basket in her hand and said with a smile.
"It tastes very good."
Tanjiro paused for a moment as he looked at Nezuko smiling at him.
Moreover, after Nezuko appeared, another figure emerged from the mansion.
"Tanjiro, where are you going after leaving home?"
A thin figure with somewhat pale skin.
Tanjiro could not possibly fail to recognize that this was his father.
"This is your home, we are all here."
Tanjiro frowned slightly as he looked at his son.
"No, Father, I just..."
Gritting his teeth, Tanjiro remained silent once again as Nezuko and Tanjuro appeared one after another.
Even though I know the other person is fake, my gut feeling is never wrong.
The feeling of abandoning his family made Tanjiro feel a pain in his heart.
"I still have things I need to do."
Tanjiro clenched his fists, lowered his head, and spoke in a very low voice.
"It's not the right time yet. We can only live a carefree life after I've completed my mission."
"Carefree? Aren't we happy enough now?"
Tanjuro's voice rang out again, followed by Nezuko's question.
"Brother, are you going to abandon us?"
Meanwhile, Kamado Kie and the others took this opportunity to come out of the house.
The whole family, and many pairs of eyes, were focused on Tanjiro.
This time, Tanjiro remained silent.
I don't know how much time passed before he finally raised his head again.
"I have a lot to say to you, but not to you, but to my real family."
A tear rolled down his cheek as Tanjiro looked at the "family" who had appeared before him and shook his head.
So, I'm sorry.
Biting his lower lip, Tanjiro ran into the forest without looking back.
While running, he could still hear other people shouting.
"Brother, don't abandon us!"
That was Nezuko's voice, filled with despair and resentment.
Tanjiro could only run at all his might and dared not stop.
He was afraid that if he stopped, he would be unable to resist looking back.
But once you look back, you might never be able to get out again.
In the end, Tanjiro ran deep into the forest.