They're Here / Upper Rank Three Outside the History Books

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

In the final moments of his life, Enmu was filled with regret and confusion.

At that moment, he saw Tanjiro lying on the ground.

"It's all because of this brat. It all started when this brat broke my Blood Demon Art."

Enmu to move his body closer to Tanjiro.

"At the very least, we should drag this brat down with us."

Thanks to his efforts, the distance between the two sides was indeed narrowed somewhat.

But not long after, a huge dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

This guy is Scribe!

Looking at the Scribe suddenly appeared in front of her, Enmu felt a chill in her heart.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, the appearance of the Scribe was the last thing he wanted to see.

Looking at the Enmu lying at his feet, the Scribe's eyes did not reveal the slightest hint of disdain.

There is only indifference and calmness.

It was an expression that Enmu had once seen.

Indeed, he had seen a similar expression on Muzan's face before.

At the time, I only wanted to get more blood, and I didn't pay much attention to Muzan's indifference.

Now, seeing this scene on Scribe's face, he panicked.

That feeling was deeply etched into his soul.

"Don't look at me like that."

Enmu desperately wanted to shout, but having lost his vocal cords, he could no longer utter a single word.

"Am I going to die? Am I going to lose?!"

Looking at Scribe's calm face, Enmu panicked for the first time.

As if sensing Enmu's thoughts, the Scribe slowly bent down and squatted down.

Then, he reached out and covered the flesh and blood.

He pressed the remaining piece of flesh onto Enmu, applying slightly more pressure.

"Pfft."

As he increased his force, the flesh and blood gradually deformed.

It changed from a puddle to a flat shape.

A dark shadow appeared overhead, Enmu knew what it was.

"Even after drinking so much of Muzan's blood, I still can't compare to the Upper Rank?"

At this moment, Enmu finally understood what Muzan meant when he said that the Upper Rank had not changed in the Muzan hundred years.

He and the Upper Rank demons were on completely different dimensions.

The other party is capable of hunting down pillars, while I am merely the one being hunted.

"What a nightmare."

His last thought flashed through his mind before he lost consciousness.

"Bang"

With a soft sound, the remaining flesh and blood of Enmu vanished.

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"How horrific it was."

With his final thought, the remaining flesh and blood of Enmu vanished.

Seeing this, the Scribe knew that Nightmare, the Lower Rank One of the Twelve Kizuki Enmu, was completely dead.

Just then, Tanjiro's voice suddenly rang out.

"Mister Scribe, what happened?"

Somewhat puzzled, Tanjiro had only seen the Scribe squat down earlier.

Because their backs were turned away, I couldn't see their specific actions clearly.

Just now, I felt as if something had disappeared.

Out of curiosity, he finally asked.

"It's nothing."

Scribe smiled at Tanjiro and then answered.

"It's just that we've eliminated one pest."

"Pest?"

Tanjiro paused for a moment, not understanding what the Scribe meant.

But before he could think any further, a sudden pain shot through his chest.

"Hiss~"

Tanjiro gasped, his expression changing.

"Pay attention to adjusting your breathing."

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tanjiro realized that his breathing had become somewhat rapid.

"Lie down and rest for a while."

Nodding, Tanjiro lay down on the ground.

Then I began to adjust my breathing.

After he adjusted, his breathing quickly returned to normal.

"It seems you've already mastered using the common method in the Total Concentration."

Just as he was adjusting his breathing to speed up the healing of his wounds, Kyojuro's voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the other person's familiar face.

"I admire you. Chang Zhong is the first step to becoming a pillar-level expert, and you have already done it."

Standing before Tanjiro, Kyojuro spared no praise.

But then, a serious expression appeared on his face.

"However, to become a pillar, there are still ten thousand steps to go!"

"I will do my best."

Tanjiro swallowed hard, then his face changed color due to the pain.

Is the abdomen still bleeding?

After crouching down and examining the area briefly, Kyojuro came to this conclusion.

He then explained how he had handled the situation.

"We need to focus more intently on improving the precision of our breathing."

Under his command, Tanjiro made a "haa" sound.

"Watch out for the blood vessels, the damaged blood vessels."

His breathing became more rapid, and Tanjiro focused more attention on his wounds.

"Just one more thing, it'll be quick."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro, who was lying on the ground, changed his expression.

He could clearly feel his injured abdomen.

There, some ruptured blood vessels were bleeding.

"Stop the bleeding right there."

As he spoke, he extended a finger and gently tapped Tanjiro's forehead.

"Concentrated."

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he noticed something was different.

Through his own efforts, the bleeding from the wound was successfully stopped.

"Yes, it worked."

Seeing that Tanjiro had succeeded, Kyojuro was relieved.

After smiling at him, she prepared to begin checking on the injured person.

As his eyes darted around, he spotted the Scribe.

"The Mister Scribe?"

The Scribe stood there quietly, looking in one direction, without saying a word.

Is there something in that direction?

Walking up to the Scribe, Kyojuro made a gesture as if he wanted to look into the distance, as if he wanted to see something.

But in the end, he didn't see anything.

"Not now, it will be a while later."

Suddenly, the Scribe spoke.

"A new guy has arrived."

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A rare hint of seriousness appeared in Scribe's deep eyes as he patted Kyojuro on the shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"No. What's wrong, Mister Scribe?"

After briefly assessing his physical condition, Kyojuro answered truthfully.

"That's good."

Nodding, the Scribe then spoke to him.

I'm giving you a task now, and you absolutely must complete it.

"Okay, please go ahead."

Sensing the unusual tone in the Scribe's words, Kyojuro nodded.

"Take Tanjiro and the others away from here."

As he bent down to help Tanjiro up from the ground, the Scribe called out to Inosuke and the others who were not far away.

"Hey, you guys, can you still walk?"

"No problem."

Inosuke voice showing no sign of weakness.

"That's good, you can leave now."

"Leave?"

With a face full of confusion, Tanjiro seemed to want to say something more.

Yes, leave.

While answering Tanjiro, the Scribe walked to the train.