Tanjiro, Bewitched / The Train Conductor Takes Action

Even after it was blocked, they continued to wriggle like living organisms.

Finally, the wriggling flesh hardened and its color changed.

Realizing that his attack had been blocked, Tanjiro paused instinctively.

In that extremely short interval, another arm appeared and swung out at an extremely tricky angle.

The sharp nails reflected a faint light, as if toxins were gathering on them.

Once you get scratched, it will inevitably have some impact on your body.

At that moment, an arm suddenly appeared behind Tanjiro.

Grabbing his collar, Scribe pulled him forcefully in front of him.

"If one attempt fails, try again. Don't let failure hinder your ability to organize another attack."

"Clear."

After blinking a few times, Tanjiro quickly regained his composure.

It seemed tense, but in reality, these things only happened within seconds.

But in such a short time, the hole that Tanjiro had cut out had already been repaired.

"The incision has closed up!"

Tanjiro was somewhat surprised to see that the injuries he had sustained from his attack had been healed.

"Such a fast regeneration speed!"

Tanjiro swallowed hard, his mind racing.

He quickly came to a conclusion.

No matter how hard you attack, even if you exert all your strength, you can only make the opponent expose their spine for a short time.

In other words, he simply did not have the ability to cut the other person's spine on his own.

Chapter 324 The confused Tanjiro

Thinking of this, he glanced at the Scribe out of the corner of his eye.

He knew very well that the Scribe had the ability to easily kill his opponent.

The reason I didn't take action was to hone my skills.

Having been entrusted with such high expectations, how could I possibly disappoint him?

"Bring it on!"

Regaining his spirits, he planned to launch another attack.

Tanjiro heard a sound of flesh writhing on his right and looked in that direction, intending to defend himself.

But this time, the opponent did not generate fleshy hands.

A giant eye emerged from the flesh, and a large character for "dream" was engraved on the bloodshot eye.

"Blood Demon Art * Forced Stun/Sleep * Eye"

Upon seeing this eye, Tanjiro knew that the other party was about to unleash Blood Demon Art.

He quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, attempting to defend against the opponent's abilities using this method.

However, just as Tanjiro shifted his gaze, another eye appeared.

Countless eyes approached from all around, and no matter where Tanjiro tried to look, he would encounter an eye.

This time, he got infected.

In the moments before losing consciousness, he reminded himself not to forget to slash his own neck with a knife in his dream.

His eyes rolled back, and he immediately lost consciousness.

His body leaned to one side, about to fall.

But the next second, Tanjiro knelt down on one knee and barely managed to steady himself.

"It's okay, even if you get infected, you'll wake up right away."

Just as Tanjiro was overjoyed, a fist suddenly slammed into his face.

The opponent's strength wasn't that great, but the impact was surprisingly strong.

Clearly, the opponent's goal was not the damage caused by this punch.

Sure enough, when Tanjiro was hit in the face, he instinctively looked to the side.

There, a pair of eyes were watching him coldly.

"Hateful!"

Tanjiro was hit again and lost consciousness once more.

This time, he planned to close his eyes immediately after waking up.

Otherwise, even if I can wake up, I will still fall victim to the opponent's moves.

Not long after, Tanjiro woke up from his dream.

The moment the thought of being infected crossed his mind, another eye appeared before him.

"Ahhh!"

With a roar in his heart, Tanjiro had already fallen into the rhythm of Enmu.

The other party didn't care that he could wake up from the dream; he only cared about Tanjiro's gaze when he woke up.

In that instant, you will come face to face with one of the ghost eyeballs he controls.

Since I've fallen into a dream once again.

"Next time, I must try my best to wake up with my eyes closed!"

Sweat poured down his forehead as Tanjiro, while being hit, issued this command in his mind.

However, he failed once again.

Time and again, he was hit, countered, fell into a deep sleep, and woke up.

In the corner, a single eye silently watched all of this.

"Hehehe, what a simple-minded guy."

Seeing that Tanjiro had already fallen victim to his attack, Enmu could only sneer.

When the other party was under the influence of his Blood Demon Art, he did not allow Tanjiro to continue having dreams about his family.

He changed the content of his dream to resemble a scene from reality.

In other words, whether in dreams or in reality, Tanjiro is facing countless eyes and arms.

Knowing that he has been afflicted by the Blood Demon Art, Tanjiro will not hesitate to cut off his own neck once he is trapped in a dream.

And that's exactly what Enmu wants.

Once Tanjiro gets used to this "combo attack," he will assume he has been hit when he sees eyes.

Even in the real world, one might subconsciously swing a knife at their own neck.

At that time, he would personally cut off his own head.

At this moment, Tanjiro was completely unaware of the other party's conspiracy.

Right now, he is simply waking up and falling asleep repeatedly in accordance with the other party's "rhythm".

Unbeknownst to him, he had already gotten used to this action, just as Enmu had planned.

After repeating this several times, he opened his eyes again.

"No! Wake up!"

Once again, seeing countless eyes, Tanjiro frowned and wanted to leave the dream.

"Cut your own throat to wake up!"

He swung his Nichirin Blade with all his might, his target being his own neck.

Enmu's eyes narrowed as he watched Tanjiro's movements.

My plan is about to succeed.

Chapter 325 The Train Conductor in Action

With only the thought of "wake up" on his mind, Tanjiro didn't care at all whether he had been infected.

Subconsciously, he believed that he had been hit by the other party's Blood Demon Art.

The sharp Nichirin Blade drew ever closer to his neck, whistling through the air.

"This is not a dream!"

Just as his Nichirin Blade was about to strike his neck, the Scribe intervened again, grabbing his wrist.

"This is reality, Tanjiro!"

A look of surprise crossed Tanjiro's face. He paused for a moment, then his eyes rolled back again.

But judging from the expression on his face, he already knew what the Scribe had said.

Sure enough, when he woke up again, his arm stopped abruptly as soon as he tried to exert force.

Then, I was infected again.

After repeating this several times, Tanjiro stopped trying to swing his Nichirin Blade the moment he opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mister Scribe."

Knowing he had almost fallen into their trap, Tanjiro sounded somewhat embarrassed.

"Fine."

With a reach of his hand, the Scribe blocked Tanjiro's view.

"I'll destroy these eyeballs first."

Upon seeing the Scribe's actions, Enmu knew that her plan had failed.

Once Tanjiro realizes this, the chances of the plan succeeding will become very low.

The eyeball in the corner gradually shrank back and eventually disappeared.

Wielding the Nichirin Blade, the Scribe simply swung it a few times, slicing through countless eyeballs.

The broken juices splashed into the air and eventually dripped onto the ground.

And unlike the arms, these eyes did not regenerate rapidly after being severed.

Enmu has abandoned this plan.

"Open your eyes."

Hearing the Scribe say that, Tanjiro finally felt relieved and slowly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, after he opened his eyes, he no longer saw those eyeballs that he found offensive.

The remaining hands, though a bit troublesome, are something I can handle myself.

After jumping back two steps, Tanjiro landed in a slightly wider spot.

The Nichirin Blade slashed and chopped off fleshy hands repeatedly.

Even while fighting, he didn't forget to glance at the Scribe out of the corner of his eye.

"Just how strong is Mister Scribe that he can fight regardless of his opponent's abilities?"

Tanjiro could tell that since the Scribe was able to take care of him, he himself had considerable spare capacity.

Compared to him, I was affected by the Blood Demon Art, and I could hardly distinguish between reality and dreams.

Feeling somewhat ashamed, Tanjiro was about to say something, but then his eyes widened.

"Careful!"