As if sensing Tanjiro's apprehension, Enmu continued.
"That's right, the more than two hundred passengers on the train are not just food that makes my body stronger."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, a blush appearing on Enmu's face.
"More importantly, they can also be used as hostages."
"So, do you think you can protect these people on your own?"
Scribe smiled in response to Enmu's provocative words.
"Otherwise, would it be safer to hand them over to you for safekeeping?"
"Who knows?"
The fleshy strip below the neck gradually contracted, and soon Enmu's head landed steadily on the roof of the carriage.
"Even if you can protect one or two carriages, can you protect all of them?"
"Asshole!"
With a loud roar, Tanjiro drew his Nichirin Blade and was about to step forward.
But he had only taken two steps when Scribe reached out and stopped him.
"Mister Scribe, I..."
"Didn't you hear that? The person in front of you isn't the real one."
Before Tanjiro could finish speaking, the Scribe interrupted him.
"What we need to do now is conserve our strength and kill his true form, isn't that right?"
The Scribe's words effectively calmed Tanjiro's agitated emotions, and after taking a deep breath, he also calmed down.
"Yes, that's right."
After calming his heaving chest, Tanjiro quietly looked at Enmu not far away.
"In that case, I shall be leaving."
Amidst the chuckling laughter, Enmu's head gradually transformed into disgusting chunks of flesh.
Then, it slowly blended into the roof of the carriage.
His severed body also disappeared from the spot.
"Take it easy."
As the Enmu gradually faded away, the Scribe did not appear particularly panicked.
"You are not fighting alone,"
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro also came to his senses.
Admittedly, with his own abilities, he could only protect two carriages.
There was nothing else I could do.
However, he had other companions.
If Nezuko, Kyojuro work together, they should be able to protect everyone without any problem.
"Let's go, let's go wake them up."
With a smile, the Scribe then greeted him.
Following the original route, Scribe and Tanjiro quickly arrived at the previous carriage.
"Are they all alright?"
As soon as he entered, the Scribe saw five young men taking care of Kyojuro and the others.
"It's nothing, he just can't wake up."
The young man stood up, a hint of apology on his face.
"We don't know how to wake them up either, sorry."
"It's alright, I have a way."
After observing Kyojuro and the others for a while, the Scribe suddenly took something out of his pocket.
'That's, a train ticket?'
Looking at the train ticket that the Scribe had taken out, Tanjiro seemed to understand something.
"Yes, that ghost used the train ticket to activate the Blood Demon Art."
"That's right. Burning the tickets by burning the rope should wake them up."
He drew his Nichirin Blade, and with a thought, flames once again enveloped it.
Then he asked Tanjiro to bring over the tickets for the others, and the Scribe hovered one hand above the Nichirin Blade.
As the palm opened, several train tickets fell out.
"Whoosh~"
The moment it came into contact with the flame, it was burned into clumps of ashes.
As the dust gradually disappeared, Tanjiro and the young men were all extremely tense.
Fortunately, not long after, Kyojuro, the strongest among them, made a move.
His eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had sensed something.
Then, it suddenly opened its eyes.
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"Mr. Kyojuro!"
Tanjiro's face lit up with joy upon seeing Kyojuro.
The other young men also showed relieved expressions.
The Scribe remained quite calm and simply smiled.
"Hey, you're awake. How was your dream?"
"Dream?"
Tanjiro got up, clutching his head, and looked around, somewhat confused about what had happened.
All he remembered was that he seemed to have returned to the past, living happy and joyful times with his family.
Memories from the dream gradually resonated, merging with reality.
A look of seriousness appeared on Kyojuro's face.
"Could it be that I've been affected by the enemy's ability?"
"Yes."
The Scribe picked up a small piece of the ticket that hadn't burned to ashes from the ground and began to explain.
The other party's ability was activated when the ticket was checked.
Afterwards, the Scribe told Tanjiro what had happened after everyone fell asleep.
This includes the appearance of the young people and their desire to destroy their Spiritual Core.
Then there's the appearance of Enmu, and his situation of becoming one with the train.
'So that's how it is. Things have gotten this serious.'
Nodding, after carefully considering the current situation, Kyojuro then looked at the young man and the others.
The Braided Hair Girl, in particular, couldn't help but take a few steps back when she noticed Kyojuro looking at her.
This is reality, completely different from dreams.
Although I did not destroy the other party's Spiritual Core, I had shown a great deal of malice before.
If Kyojuro wanted to take revenge on him, it would be perfectly reasonable.
Her face was deathly pale, and the girl collapsed to the ground with a thud, almost bursting into tears.
The others glanced at her, gritted their teeth, and didn't know what to say.
After all, it was indeed us who were at fault.
However, the roar they had imagined did not come.
Kyojuro took two steps forward and helped the Braided Hair Girl to her feet.
"I already know about your situation. It's truly pitiful, but you can rest assured now. Leave it to us."
After he finished speaking, he straightened his chest.
"I am the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, and I will definitely bring you away from here safely."
Knowing it would turn out this way, Scribe simply smiled.
'Alright, let's turn the page on this matter. The others have just woken up as well.'
Clap your hands, Scribe then points to Nezuko and the others who have woken up.
"After explaining the current situation, we will begin our operation."
Looking puzzled, Nezuko two companions finally understood what had happened after hearing the whole story.
Like Kyojuro, they did not show any hostility or enmity towards the young men.
Yes, but it's just a pity for their tragic past and the regret of being used by ghosts.
"Let's get started."
Seeing that everyone had woken up, the Scribe began making arrangements.
"First of all, we need to know that there is no safe place on this Fire Train."
Scribe lightly stomped his feet a few times and said calmly.
"Therefore, we must do everything we can to protect the other passengers who are still asleep."
"Clear."
Nodding, Tanjiro and the others knew that protecting ordinary people from demons was also one of the Demon Slayer Corps' missions.
The second point is to find the location of Enmu's true form and destroy it.
As she spoke, the Scribe looked at Tanjiro.
"This task is entrusted to you, is that alright?"
"No!"
With a solemn expression, Tanjiro showed no sign of backing down, despite feeling some pressure.
"The third point, and the most important point."
After a pause, the Scribe scanned everyone present with his gaze.
Protect yourself, you must survive.
As he said this, the Scribe gave Kyojuro a special look.
Somewhat curious as to why the Scribe was looking at him, Kyojuro assumed the Scribe wanted to say something.
But just as he was about to say something, he felt the Scribe's gaze disappear.
"Could it be that I'm imagining things?"
Turning her gaze back, Scribe composed herself.
With his own existence, Kyojuro's fate would naturally not remain tragic.
He was confident even against the guy who came later.
The only possible variable is whether it will end up like Mount Natagumo.
Although it hasn't been shown yet, perhaps other Lower Rank will appear here in the future.
An ambush by a demon with the strength of Lower Rank demon would be fatal for Tanjiro and his companions in their current state.