Upper Rank Three Outside the History Books (Continued)

He bent down and reached his hand under the overturned carriage.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

The Scribe lifted the carriage up as easily as if it were a sponge!

Judging from the fact that he wasn't blushing or out of breath, it was as if he wasn't the one standing there.

"Hiss~"

Taking a sharp breath, Zenitsu nudged Inosuke, who was standing next to him, with his elbow.

"Inosuke, tell me, am I dreaming?"

Although he knew the power of the Scribe, Zenitsu couldn't help but wonder if he was still in the illusion of Enmu.

"Oh! Leave it to me!"

With a shout, Inosuke then punched Zenitsu in the stomach.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Zenitsu clutched his stomach and staggered back a few steps.

"Ugh~"

Zenitsu almost vomited his bile; he never expected Inosuke to "help" him in this way.

"You bastard!"

After a series of rapid coughs, Zenitsu became somewhat annoyed.

"What's wrong? When I lived in the mountains, that's how I woke those guys up."

Although Inosuke's expression under the hood was not visible, his tone indicated that he was not lying.

For a moment, Zenitsu felt that asking him for help was the most foolish thing he could have done.

"I regret it. I should have asked Nezuko."

"Alright, you guys, stop fooling around."

He grabbed the Train Conductor and pulled him out, while the Scribe pulled his hand away.

"Bang!"

The carriage, lifted high into the air, slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

After leaving, the Scribe handed the Train Conductor, who was still unconscious, to Kyojuro.

He took the other person Kyojuro them on his back.

"I understand. Please leave it to me."

Although he didn't understand why the Scribe suddenly asked them to leave, Kyojuro wasn't the kind of person to be pretentious.

He knew that the Scribe must have had his reasons for doing this.

All I need to do is trust him.

"No, I don't want to go."

"Shake your head vigorously, "Inosuke said reluctantly.

"I haven't had enough of those ghosts yet, are there going to be new ones? I don't want to leave!"

Congratulations, you answered correctly.

The Scribe clapped his hands, making no attempt to hide anything.

"There is indeed a ghost rushing this way."

"Really, Mister Scribe?!"

Upon hearing that another demon was rushing towards them, Tanjiro disregarded his battered body and wanted to continue fighting.

But in his perception, there was hardly any aura of ghosts, let alone any aura of other animals.

Tanjiro glanced at Kyojuro beside him and noticed a hint of confusion in the other's expression.

Kyojuro, too, did not sense the other's presence.

Despite having complete faith in his own senses, Tanjiro's intuition told him that the Scribe wouldn't lie to him.

"That guy is still some distance away from here."

After saying this casually, the Scribe continued to look in one direction.

"Leave now."

"What about those unconscious passengers? They could have been saved!"

Tanjiro was a little anxious, thinking that the Scribe was just asking them to leave.

"Who told you to abandon them?"

"Somewhat helplessly, "Scribe added.

"I already told you, that guy is still a bit far from here."

"While you have this time, wake up those passengers and take them to a safe place."

Tanjiro blushed when he heard the Scribe say that.

He knew he was a little nervous and anxious.

"Kyojuro, the rest of the land is yours."

"Yes, leave it to me, Mister Scribe!"

Straightening his back, Kyojuro immediately began arranging the personnel.

Nezuko was responsible for taking care of Tanjiro, who was the most seriously injured, while she and Inosuke. Zenitsu was responsible for waking up the passengers.

"I'll start from the front and you two will start from the back and start from the front."

Out of concern for their safety, Kyojuro decided to have them travel together.

Zenitsu was clearly holding a grudge against Inosuke, and his face showed some displeasure.

Inosuke was also somewhat displeased, and shouted while wielding his dual blades.

"Hmph, I'm fine on my own, who wants to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large foot kicked him away.

"Just do what I tell you to do, and stop talking nonsense."

After rolling around on the ground a few times, Inosuke finally got up.

"Which bastard dares to kick my Inosuke!"

"It's me."

The familiar yet cold voice rang out, instantly sending a chill down Inosuke.

He turned around stiffly and saw Scribe staring straight at him.

"Any other questions?"

"No more! I'll go right now!"

Thinking of the impression that the Scribe had left on him, Inosuke's instincts told him that giving in was the right choice.

He grabbed Zenitsu by the back of his collar and then ran straight out.

"Let's have a competition to see who can wake up more people!"

Despite being held back by the other party, Zenitsu smiled as he watched Inosuke being taught a lesson by the Scribe.

"Don't forget to block the knife."

He called out from afar, Scribe's originally cold expression instantly changed, and he said with a smile.

"Alright, you can go now."

Nodding, Kyojuro also ran towards the carriage.

"Nezuko, you and Tanjiro should find a place to rest for a while."

"Yes, Mister Scribe."

After giving a reply, Nezuko led Tanjiro to a place to lie down.

Soon, thanks to the efforts of Kyojuro and his two companions, all the passengers in the carriage were awakened.

Faced with the overturned train, everyone looked bewildered.

For them, it was just a dream—getting on the train, having their tickets checked.

He was then woken up and told that the train he was on had overturned.

Looking at the group in front of him, there was an owl, a wild boar, and a blond "electrocution" kid.

Not far away, a boy was lying on the ground, coughing every now and then.

Suddenly, a feeling of being kidnapped arose within me.

No matter how Kyojuro explained, some passengers remained skeptical.

"Please don't be anxious, everyone, listen to me!"

Seeing that they were having trouble handling the situation, the Scribe had no choice but to step forward and shout a few words.

With just a few words, he dispelled most of the passengers' doubts.

"I'm sure everyone is quite scared of this situation, so let's go to the nearby station to rest for a while and wait for professionals to come and assess it."

With a wave of his hand, the passengers finally departed at the Scribe's "call."

"Protect them!"

Before leaving, the Scribe said to Kyojuro, who was standing beside him.

"It cannot be ruled out that some ghosts have the ability to conceal their presence. To them, so many ordinary people are a feast."

"I see."

He nodded vigorously, his right hand, hidden under the rag, gripping the Nichirin Blade tightly.

"I will bring them back safely, even if it costs me my life!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your parents and your brother are all waiting for you to come back."

With a laugh and a curse, the Scribe continued.

"Let's drink when we get back."

"Good."

Kyojuro nodded emphatically and left with a solemn expression.

Watching the figures of the crowd disappear into the darkness in the distance, Scribe remained silent for a long time.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally took a deep breath.

"You've waited so long, you must be getting impatient, right?"

"No, after all, you have the right to make me wait."

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the previously silent room, coming from all directions, making it impossible to discern its source.

"Oh? From what you're saying, I seem to have a lot of influence in your area?"

With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe spoke.

"It seems you already know who I am. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Of course, this is basic gentlemanly manners."

Not far away, the shadow of a tree suddenly swayed.

Ripples spread out like flowing water, and a figure emerged.

"I am Upper Rank Three."

A smile played on his lips as he continued speaking.

"Mister Scribe, you may address me as Shinri Masato."