"Sir, please settle your bill."
"What?"
The real man was taken aback when he saw the person dressed as a waiter in front of him.
"Please settle your bill."
The waiter frowned, clearly displeased, but still spoke up.
"Please settle your bill."
"The person who had tea with you said before leaving that you would pay for it."
After saying that, he extended his right hand.
"Please. Don't tell me you don't have any money."
Seeing the waiter reach out for money, Shinri Masato fell silent once again.
On the other side, after parting ways with Shinri Masato, Muzan arrived at a small alley.
After confirming that no one was around, his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.
So many years have passed, I don't know how many years have gone by.
Finally, I heard the news that the Scribe had been humiliated.
Not only that, but the news of a serious injury came right off the bat.
For me, this is the third best thing in the world.
A feeling of excitement that hadn't been felt in a long time resurfaced, Muzan covered his face, his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin.
He was initially somewhat skeptical, and even went out of his way to ask Shinri Masato.
But since the other party did not deny it, Muzan believed most of it.
He believed that no ghost would dare to deceive him to his face.
Moreover, it seems that this news originated from within the Demon Slayer Corps.
All these factors combined made Muzan convinced.
"Scribe, you've finally met your match."
The deep, empty alley was filled with Muzan's Muzan silent yet somewhat excited voice.
Achoo!
Looking up at the sun, which was already mostly below the horizon, Scribe rubbed his nose.
"You have a cold?"
While lying in bed, Tamayo noticed that Scribe sneezed and asked him with concern.
"Did you catch a cold?"
As she spoke, she stood up, intending to walk over and take a look.
"That's nonsense. I'm a doctor, I know better than anyone whether someone has a cold or not."
With a shrug, the Scribe said calmly.
"Perhaps, someone is thinking of me."
After saying that, he didn't forget to ask a question.
"More than that, are you really sure the dojo has reappeared?"
Nodding, Tamayo did not deny it.
"The names do match, and the times are also similar."
"Unfortunately, the time was too short, and a lot of information could not be verified."
The Scribe shook his head slightly in reply.
"Knowing the name and address is enough; isn't our job to verify its authenticity?"
"That's true."
Upon hearing this, Tamayo also showed a beautiful smile.
Night fell quickly, and the moon once again hung in the starry sky.
The Scribe and Tamayo traveled together to their destination.
This is a huge temple; looking up, you can see several large, clear characters.
"Soryu Dojo"
Chapter 343 I'm Here to Challenge
Even standing just outside the door, the Scribe could hear the commotion coming from inside the dojo.
There were sounds of hammering on wooden stakes, shouts and curses, and chants of slogans.
Even someone completely unfamiliar with the dojo could sense how lively this Soryu Dojo was.
After a quick glance, the Scribe knew that the Soryu Dojo was developing quite well.
In this era, it is quite remarkable that there are still so many disciples.
'That kid didn't disappoint Keizo's expectations.'
Touched, Scribe then put her arm around Tamayo's waist and tried to walk inside.
Stop!
Before they had taken more than a few steps, they heard an angry shout.
Immediately afterwards, a young man blocked the Scribe's path.
"Who are you people, and what are you doing at the temple?"
The other person's face was somewhat youthful, but their expression was full of determination.
After a quick glance at the other person's attire, Scribe had a pretty good idea of their identity.
The man in front of me must be a disciple of the dojo.
However, his strength is probably relatively weak.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to guard the gate.
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe did not directly answer his question.
Instead, he talked about youth.
"Just finished training?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the young man was taken aback and subconsciously replied.
"How... how did you know?"
With a slight smile, the Scribe explained.
"The bandages wrapped around his hand showed signs of being hit, and they were very new, probably formed within an hour."
"Rapid breathing, with a lot of sweat on the body surface, indicating that you have just engaged in strenuous exercise."
"Besides, I don't need to tell you what you're wearing on your feet."
Upon hearing this, the man looked down.
"So that's how it is."
Looking at the shoes he was wearing, he knew why the other person was so certain.
Because there wasn't enough time, he didn't have time to change his shoes after training and ran straight over to guard the goal.
As a result, he still wears the same pair of shoes he used for training.
"This guy is amazing!"
He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the Scribe, but then the young man saw that the Scribe wanted to go inside.
Another figure flashed in front of him, blocking his way, and the young man stretched out his hands, assuming a fighting stance.
Even so, I cannot let you in directly.
"Please state your purpose and intentions so I can inform you before you enter."
"If you want to rely on force, you'll have to step over my Takashima first."
After saying that, he suddenly stomped down and extended his clenched fist.
Hearing the other party's righteous words, Tamayo couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Even the Scribe looked at him with great interest.
"This is your last chance. State your purpose."
"Alright, stop teasing him."
Before the Scribe could speak, Tamayo tried to explain.
When Tamayo spoke, Takashima noticed that there was such a beautiful woman standing in front of him.
Both her appearance and her slender figure gave him a great visual impact.
Despite this, Takashima was not blinded by greed.
"Miss, please stand a little further away."
He turned his head slightly and continued.
"Although I don't know why you're with this guy, I don't think he's a good person."
Covering her mouth and chuckling softly, Tamayo didn't answer Takashima, but instead spoke to the Scribe.
"You've been misunderstood again."
"I'm used to it."
With a shrug, the Scribe indicated that he didn't care at all.
Whenever I go out with Tamayo, I am likely to be misunderstood by others.
He was either a robber who forcibly took women or a philandering playboy.
In short, he didn't have a good identity.
Sometimes, even the Scribe would doubt whether he was really wrong.
Although he didn't hear the conversation between the Scribe and Tamayo, Takashima had already imagined a series of dialogues in his mind.
Girl, if you tell the truth later, don't blame me for being ruthless.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone."
"Hehe, that's good. I'll take good care of you when I have time."
Young and impulsive, Takashima immediately labeled Tamayo and Scribe as weak women and kidnappers.
"Let go of that lady!"
With a loud shout, he then punched the Scribe in the abdomen.
It must be said that Takashima has a very solid foundation.
Both the punching motion and the angle were acceptable.
But in the Scribe's eyes, that fist that no ordinary person could dodge was no different from a snail crawling on the ground.
Raise your hand, stretch it forward, and clench it.
With a "snap," Takashima's fist was clenched tightly by the Scribe.
"Hateful."
First, Takashima and couldn't understand how his opponent was able to block his punch.
But then, having adjusted his mindset, he wanted to launch another attack.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his fist back.