A Conversation? A Partnership?
Based on the current situation, he should be a severe case of paranoia and a degree of schizophrenia.
Is that all?
With a sigh, the Scribe began to speak.
"Is this all there is to your so-called strongest form?"
"Isn't this enough? I am invincible!"
Sensual of the disdain in the Scribe's words, Shinri Masato was somewhat annoyed.
"The Yasakani no Magatama is responsible for defense, the Cloud-Gathering Sword is responsible for attack, and the Yata no Kagami can provide me with momentum."
"The combination of these three elements has made me invincible!"
"I, Shinri Masato, am destined to be a strongman of this era!"
Hearing the undisguised arrogance in the other person's words, Scribe was at a loss for words.
"Let's just take action."
After a moment's thought, he chose to take action directly.
After all, for a madman, dialogue is the most useless means.
With a sudden stomp of his foot, he charged directly towards the real person.
At the same time, a fiery red ring appeared as the Nichirin Blade was drawn.
"Sun Breathing * First Form * Dance!"
With intense heat, it slashed straight at the real person's head.
"It's useless!"
Seeing the Scribe rushing towards him, Shinri Masato's pupils showed no sign of retreat.
Filled with fighting spirit, he only wanted to prove his strength at this moment.
"The Cloud-Gathering Sword!"
The lightsaber in his hand suddenly glowed and then swelled several inches.
"Take this!"
Grasping the tail with both hands, the real man swung it out with all his might.
"This is the final blow!"
A piercing sound of air being torn apart rang out, and the distance between the lightsaber and the fire ring continued to shrink.
At this moment, the real man Muzan a sentence that Muzan had once said to him.
"Master, your abilities are the strongest; you are invincible."
"Given time, you will become the third strongest person after me and Kokushibo, and you will trample Doma under your feet!"
"So go and fight, and bring me the fruits of victory!"
The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the smile on his lips became increasingly ferocious.
"My lord! I'm about to succeed!"
The next second, the distance between the lightsaber and the fire ring shrank to its limit.
As the two came into contact, the surrounding air became somewhat distorted.
Ping Pong
First, there was a crisp sound, like two pieces of glass touching.
Then, from the point of contact, an intense light began to erupt.
"Boom!"
It was several times, even dozens of times, more powerful than the previous explosion, and it shattered instantly.
A beam of light shot straight into the sky, seemingly about to shatter the moon.
Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out from the center of the explosion.
In the distance, Tanjiro and the others who were covering the evacuation of the passengers also heard the sound of the explosion.
Looking back, one sees the beam of light that leaves an indelible impression.
"Was that done by the Mister Scribe?"
Agatsuma Zenitsu Gasai swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.
"He should be alright, right?"
"How could that be?"
A sharp rap landed on his forehead, Inosuke yelled.
"That guy is the strongest animal I've ever seen, how could anything possibly happen to him?"
Hearing Inosuke describe the Scribe in that way, Tanjiro didn't know what to say.
All he could do was pray in his heart.
"Mister Scribe, please make sure you are safe and sound."
On the other side, as the explosion ended, a figure emerged from the center.
Judging from his standing posture and the Nichirin Blade in his hand, he is undoubtedly Scribe.
Clearly, the figure that just flew out was Shinri Masato.
Looking at the real person who had been sent flying and was now lying on the ground coughing up blood, Scribe said calmly.
"Are you sure you've got something wrong?"
Chapter 336 Conversation? Cooperation?
"What's wrong?!"
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, the real man was speechless.
My mind was racing, and I went through everything that had just happened.
The setup is fine.
Speaking is fine.
Attacks are fine too.
But why was the final result so different from what I had imagined?
Think about how, ever since I became a ghost, I've relied on my own abilities to advance triumphantly.
Kill anyone who gets in my way, and kill any ghost that gets in my way.
With Muzan these things combined, Shinri Masato couldn't understand why he had become the way he was now.
If he didn't know he couldn't dream, he would have slapped himself.
Tell yourself, this isn't real.
If we rewind slightly, to when the Scribe and Shinri Masato had just begun their battle.
In a small villa in the distance, Muzan was drinking tea.
What's even stranger is that he, who doesn't usually interact with humans, is sitting opposite a middle-aged man.
At this moment, Muzan did not choose to appear in either his female or child form.
On the contrary, he is presenting himself in a masculine manner.
Scarlet eyes, black hair, and a tall figure.
If you weren't familiar with him, you might mistake him for a handsome man.
But the middle-aged man sitting opposite him was clearly not such a superficial person.
"Please have some tea, sir."
The middle-aged man slowly pushed the tea he had brewed in front of Muzan and said.
"I don't know how I should address you, Tsukihiko, Muneharu, or the earlier Murashita, or Iishin."
Upon hearing this, Muzan, who had been quite calm, immediately frowned.
How could an ordinary person find out that he killed other people and took their identities?
But he quickly adjusted his mindset.
For him, faces and names are things he can change at will.
If we're really exposed, we'll just kill everyone here and then get a new skin.
"Whatever you want."
Faced with Muzan's cold reply, the middle-aged man seemed to have known all along.
The smile on his face remained unchanged as he continued chatting.
"Then I shall call you Lord Mu. And next in line is the head of the Shinri Family, Shinri Keito."
"I already knew your name. Now, state your purpose."
Muzan took a whiff of the tea in front of him, but instead of drinking it, he looked at Shinri Keito.
"The patriarch of the renowned Shinri Family has invited an ordinary person like me for a talk. What is it about?"
"Ordinary people?"
Upon hearing Muzan's words, Shinri Keito burst into laughter.
"Master Wu is truly humorous. If you consider yourself an ordinary person, then what are we, and what are the others in this world?"
"Ants, bedbugs, or dust?"
"This has nothing to do with me. If you don't reveal your intentions, you're going to die here."
As he spoke, Muzan exuded a terrifying aura.
Under the intimidating aura, Shinri Keito finally stopped laughing, and his expression gradually returned to calm.
"Now, let's get back to the main topic. The reason I've come to see you, sir, is to discuss a collaboration."
"Cooperate?"
Upon hearing these familiar words, Muzan's brows furrowed even more.
Throughout his long life spanning a thousand years, he used countless identities.
This isn't the first or second time that a human has wanted to cooperate with me.
However, it is clear that the "cooperation" that Shinri Keito is talking about is not a business cooperation in the usual sense.
Whether it was the fact that the other party knew about his multiple identities, or his composure and calmness, he always gave Muzan a Muzan feeling.
Most importantly, from the moment I entered this villa, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The feeling was faint, but it definitely existed.
For once, Muzan wanted to hear a human continue speaking.
"Of course, there are many areas where we can cooperate."
Seeing that Muzan a little curious, Shinri Keito continued speaking.
"For example, we'd love to know how you've lived for over a thousand years."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tentacle flew out from Muzan's arm and struck Megumin's abdomen.
A violent impact came, and Huiren felt as if he had been hit by a bull.
Everything went black before my eyes, and I almost couldn't catch my breath.
The sofa he was sitting on also exploded, turning into wood chips and fragments that fell to the ground.
With a thought, he wrapped his tentacles around the neck of the flying Huiren.
With just a little force, you can hear crackling sounds.