Kyojuro took the envelope and looked at the letter in his hand, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Although the Scribe did not explain what was written inside, he was not a fool.
The fact that they didn't tell Tanjiro and the others clearly meant they didn't want them to know right now.
Moreover, the importance of this letter can be seen from the people mentioned by the Scribe.
"I will keep it safe and deliver it to my Master as soon as possible."
Kyojuro stuffed the letter into his pocket and then spoke loudly.
"Even if it costs me my life, it's the same..."
Before he could finish speaking, Scribe flicked him on the forehead.
"I've told you so many times, don't say things like that so casually."
A burning pain shot through his forehead. After touching it a few times, Kyojuro changed his words.
"Yes, I understand, Mister Scribe."
"That's good. However, our banquet will have to wait until I return."
"It's alright, I'll talk to Father, Mother, and Senjuro."
With a slight nod, Scribe looked at Kyojuro as a flame, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Keep training hard, and maybe one day in the future you will take that step."
"Mister Scribe, did you say anything just now?"
"I told you you would keep getting stronger."
With a hearty laugh, the Scribe patted Kyojuro on the shoulder and said...
"One day, you will step into the Supreme Domain that countless people dream of."
Kyojuro was completely baffled by the strange things the Scribe was saying.
"Don't worry about it, just take it as a blessing."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe walked towards the door.
"Then, let's part ways here."
Watching the Scribe's departing figure, a hint of doubt flashed in Nezuko's eyes.
Although the Scribe always said goodbye with a smile each time he left.
But for some reason, I always felt that this time, the Scribe was somewhat uncertain.
Beneath that smiling exterior, something seemed to be suppressed.
There was anger, regret, and perhaps even a hint of remorse?
By the time Nezuko snapped out of her thoughts, the Scribe had already left.
Shortly after the Scribe left, Kyojuro, Tanjiro, and the others also got up and set off towards the Demon Slayer Corps Base.
After returning to their base, Tanjiro and the others parted ways with Kyojuro.
One side returned to their room to rest, while Kyojuro, as a Pillar, needed to give a report on the incident.
After realizing that something was amiss, Yaozai immediately summoned the Pillar-level members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
After carefully reading the envelope left by the Scribe, everyone quickly reached a consensus.
Ghosts these days seem to be changing too.
They have not only become increasingly cunning, but have also learned to cooperate in groups, and have even started to "draw their swords to help those in need."
This would have been impossible hundreds of years ago.
"If you look at it that way, things are getting complicated."
For the first time, a serious expression appeared on his usually gentle face. Ubuyashiki Kagaya looked at the "children" beside him and said.
The Mister Scribe's information undoubtedly reminded us that we must be extra careful and not use past knowledge to define or judge ghosts.
"Yes, we understand."
While Yaozai and the Pillars were discussing countermeasures, a rumor began to circulate among the Demon Slayer Corps.
At first, it was quite ordinary.
The Mister Scribe displayed great power in a certain incident, slaying several ghosts and saving his team members.
But as the story spread, things started to go wrong.
First, the Mister Scribe was injured, and then his arm was bitten by a ghost.
Immediately afterwards, rumors spread that the Scribe had been severely injured by several Upper Rank Demon during the battle.
As time went on, things became increasingly outrageous.
Ultimately, it evolved into the absurd rumor that "the Scribe was slashed to the brink of death by a ghost."
Despite these rumors, veteran members of the Demon Slayer Corps who have been with the Corps for some time treat them as nothing more than a joke.
However, some new team members were affected to some extent after hearing the rumors.
Moreover, the rumors spread further and further.
So much so that even among ghosts, there are similar rumors.
One night, in a luxurious teahouse, Muzan was drinking tea.
Sitting opposite him was Shinri Masato, who had been rescued.
"There are rumors that you crippled the Scribe with a single blow?"
Chapter 342 The Su- Soryu Dojo
"What?"
Shinri Masato, whose face was already extremely pale and whose body was trembling slightly.
After hearing Muzan help but tremble.
Originally, he still held a sliver of hope that Muzan would summon him.
After meeting, Muzan and only drank tea, which made Masato think that the other party was unaware of his defeat.
Who would have thought that Muzan's first words would be such an outrageous statement as "You crippled the Scribe Muzan a single blow."
If the other party weren't his master, he would have punched his head off.
Are you kidding me? One slash and you've crippled the Scribe.
It would be more likely that he would kill me with a single blow.
The wound from that stab has not fully healed to this day.
According to the real person's estimate, he would need to eat at least ten to twenty more to recover to about 70-80% of his original size.
Just thinking about how Scribe looked back then made the scar on his chest ache.
"I'm asking you a question."
Upon seeing that the person did not reply, Muzan put down his teacup and said calmly.
"Are your ears ruined, or has your brain gone completely scrambled?"
No, that's not true.
Upon seeing Muzan's change from his usual "gentle" tone, Masato quickly replied.
"This matter has been exaggerated to some extent."
Trembling, he picked up a cup of tea from the table and poured it down his throat.
"After all, you can't believe everything you hear about rumors."
"Oh?"
Seemingly curious about what the real person was saying, Muzan continued speaking.
"Then tell me, how much of this so-called rumor can be believed?"
He added as soon as he finished speaking.
"This rumor is probably related to the task I gave you last time. Tell me more about it."
His facial muscles twitched incessantly as he looked around, hoping to glean some insight.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could never get a satisfactory answer.
"Does the lord know anything about what happened that night?"
The questions lingering in his mind made him feel a little dizzy.
This was the first time he had felt uncomfortable since becoming a ghost.
If Muzan didn't know what happened that night, he might have been able to "rewrite" it a little.
But if Muzan already knew all along, why is he pretending not to know?
Is the master testing me?!
A terrifying idea gradually took shape, and the more the man pondered it, the more likely it seemed.
Given Muzan's abilities, how could he not know what happened that night?
Even if there were other reasons why he didn't know.
Did Imamura, the God of Ninjas who rescued him, already tell Muzan about his "tattling"?
If Imamura had made it even slightly more serious, his reputation with Muzan would have plummeted.
"Say!"
Muzan slammed Muzan hand on the table and shouted at Masato.
"Answer my question!"
"Yes!"
He quickly straightened his chest, but then his imposing aura weakened.
"Well, the general content is correct."
"The main content?"
With a somewhat cold gaze, Muzan glanced at the real person, Muzan lost in thought.
Startled by that cold gaze, the real person quickly added.
"Yes, I, the Scribe, can be crippled with a single blow. These things are no problem."
After saying that, he lowered his head, seemingly waiting for Muzan to speak.
However, the pain he expected did not come.
Although his heart was full of doubts, he didn't dare to look up at all.
They didn't even have the courage to say an extra word.
After an unknown amount of time, Muzan's voice came again.
"Well done, keep up the good work next time."
With that, he got up and left.
After confirming that Muzan gone far away, Shinri Masato finally dared to glance at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Phew~"
He exhaled all the air from his chest, and at that moment, he felt as if he had been reborn.
Although I don't know what Muzan is thinking, as long as I'm alive and have all my limbs intact, that's better than anything else.
"You passed!"
The thought suddenly occurred to him, and he wanted to leave and relax.
Just then, a figure appeared in front of him.