An Outrageous Rumor

The only thing that guy would lie to himself about was that he wouldn't eat him.

In other words, Upper Rank Three did indeed exist at that time.

Thinking of this, the Scribe fell silent.

Subconsciously, I used a little more force with my fingers.

"Click".

After a crisp sound, he crushed the teacup into pieces.

"Mister Scribe, are you alright?"

Seeing that the teacup had been crushed by the Scribe, Nezuko immediately showed concern.

As she spoke, she tried to get the first-aid kit.

"Fine."

Realizing she had lost her composure, Scribe smiled faintly and then tossed the shards of the teacup onto the table.

He shook his hand to indicate that he was not injured.

Nezuko was relieved to see the Scribe's palms, which were as white as jade and showed no signs of injury.

"Sorry, I was distracted and didn't notice. Let's continue."

After the story was finished, the audience, still wanting more, asked the Scribe to tell more.

But the Scribe declined, saying he was a little tired.

Considering everything that happened last night, Kyojuro and the others knew that the Scribe must have gone through a fierce battle.

Therefore, I didn't say anything more.

"Mister Scribe, you must tell me next time."

Standing at the doorway, Nezuko looked at the Scribe sitting in the chair and said with a smile.

"Tell me more stories next time."

Looking gently at Nezuko, the Scribe replied.

"Okay, if there's a chance, Nezuko, I'll tell you as much as you want to hear."

"That's a bit perfunctory."

Nezuko made a face at the Scribe, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"However, Mister Scribe, you should rest first. We can talk about these things later."

"Okay, could you please close the door for me?"

Nodding, Nezuko obediently closed the door.

Turning his head, Scribe looked at the white clouds and blue sky outside the window.

His pupils were slightly dilated; it was unclear what he was thinking.

After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.

As a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth, his tense brows also gradually relaxed.

He didn't open his eyes until the afternoon.

"Let's go take another look."

After some thought, the Scribe had already planned what he should do next.

After this battle, Tanjiro and the others, who were seriously injured, will likely have a period of rest and recovery.

Kyojuro will likely remain with the Demon Slayer Corps.

Since that's the case, I can take this time to look for it again.

This time, the Scribe had a premonition.

You'll discover some different things on your own.

Some things that were previously undiscovered and that are truly meaningful.

After picking up a pen and paper and writing a few simple notes, the Scribe left three letters.

The letter on the far left was for Tanjiro, Nezuko, and the others.

What is recorded inside is naturally the expectation for them and the blessing for a bright future.

The middle letter was addressed to Ubuyashiki Kagaya and the other Pillar-level members.

It mentions some information about the Twelve Kizuki that the Demon Slayer Corps has less involvement with.

As for the letter on the far right, it was addressed to Tamayo.

It contained his destination and purpose for this trip.

Furthermore, the Scribe also hoped that, if possible, Tamayo could accompany him there.

"Mister Scribe, are you leaving us again?"

"Well, this time, I have some personal matters to attend to."

"Personal matters?"

Tanjiro and the others were quite curious when they first heard these two words from the Scribe.

From their conversation with the Scribe, they learned that he had a wife.

Many of them had also seen the Scribe's wife.

Could it be that this so-called private matter is related to his wife?

Noticing the way the others were looking at him, Scribe's face darkened.

"What on earth are you guys thinking?"

The Scribe flicked each of them on the forehead, showing no mercy, leaving each of their foreheads red.

"I'm going to find someone."

"Then do you know where to look?"

"Have no idea."

With a hearty laugh, the Scribe continued.

"So what if we don't know?"

"Many people, even after they die, leave an indelible mark in the hearts of others or in the world."

With such traces, how could we possibly not find it?

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tanjiro spoke up cautiously.

"Mister Scribe, I know this is somewhat presumptuous."

"But I'd like to ask, what is the name of the person you're looking for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nezuko chimed in.

'Yes, if we knew this person, wouldn't things be much more convenient?'

Scribe patted Nezuko's head, knowing that the Scribe was thinking of him.

"I appreciate your kindness, but you will never know him."

"The person I'm looking for is dead."

Chapter 341 Outrageous Rumors

"Already dead?"

Tanjiro and the others were filled with doubt when they heard that the Scribe was going to look for a dead person.

Are you planning to pay respects to your deceased friend?

Having expressed his thoughts, Tanjiro continued.

"But from what you're saying, it seems like you don't even know where the other person ended up."

"That's true. I don't know where he died in the end."

Nodding, the Scribe said with a smile.

"But is this a big problem?"

"Forehead."

Upon hearing the Scribe's reply, Tanjiro was at a loss for words.

"If I can't find it in one day, I'll spend two days looking; if I can't find it in a week, I'll spend a month looking; if I can't find it in a year, I'll spend ten years looking."

His face betrayed no emotion, and the Scribe's words seemed utterly indifferent.

"If we keep searching, we will find it someday."

As he spoke, the Scribe stood up and took out two letters.

He handed one of the portions to Tanjiro and began to speak.

"The things in here will surely be helpful for your future training."

"Okay, thank you, Mister Scribe."

Tanjiro solemnly accepted the envelope, his face full of excitement.

This was the first time the Scribe had written a letter to himself and others, which was obviously of great significance.

Just as Tanjiro was about to put the letter into his pocket, Inosuke snatched it away.

"What is this? I've never seen it before."

Holding the envelope by both sides, Inosuke curiously examined the items in his hands.

"Can it be opened? Is there food inside?"

As he spoke, humming sounds could be heard coming from under the hood.

"This is a letter; it must be filled with information that the Mister Scribe gave us!"

Seeing Inosuke's rudeness, even the usually good-tempered Tanjiro couldn't stand it anymore.

"Inosuke, you should get some basic common sense taught to you."

"That's right, how come the Boar Head man doesn't even know this much?"

With a chuckle, Zenitsu laughed as he watched Inosuke.

"What?! You actually mocked me, the king of beasts!"

Upon hearing Zenitsu's laughter, Inosuke immediately became displeased.

She reached out and put him in a chokehold.

"Let go, let go quickly, I can't breathe."

Zenitsu's face turned bright red at a visible speed, Zenitsu quickly patted Inosuke's arm.

While struggling, he still managed to cast a pleading look at Tanjiro.

Unable to bear watching any longer, Tanjiro handed the envelope to Nezuko and then joined the "battle".

Nezuko remained silent as she watched the three of them in disarray.

She blinked her big eyes once, then tilted her head.

It's as if it's saying, "It has nothing to do with me, I'm the best behaved."

Seeing the trio so full of energy, Scribe laughed and patted Nezuko's head.

"You can open and read the letter after you get back."

Nodding, the clever Nezuko indicated that she understood.

She knew very well that the Scribe was saying her final goodbye.

"Kyojuro, this is for you, the other pillars, and Yaozai."