Daylight Robbery: Kidnapping a Young Woman

Second, as long as the body can support it, those who have already taken on the challenge can return to the competition.

This reignited the swordsmen's passion.

But the situation remained unchanged until nightfall.

One punch, one kick, then another punch, then another kick.

The Scribe accepted all the challenges, while all the challengers were knocked away.

In the end, the Scribe proved with three days of results that the rumors circulating earlier were completely false.

Faced with this fact, none of the Demon Slayer Corps members could deny it.

The rumors that had caused widespread panic dissipated.

After this incident, the Scribe returned to the village and found Koume and Gyutaro.

Koume couldn't help but feel a little sad after she told her that she would be staying here for a while.

The Scribe also came up with his own solutions to this situation.

"Koume, be a good girl and listen to me. In a while, I promise I'll take you out to play."

"I'm using my signature head pat, "Scribe said with a smile.

"When the time comes, wherever you want to go, I'll take you there."

"Really?!"

Hearing the Scribe say this, Koume had no more complaints.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

After coaxing Koume, it was much easier to deal with the rest, such as Gyutaro.

For him, he did whatever the Scribe told him to do.

Moreover, with his younger sister beside him, he was even less likely to feel bored. (Reading by La)

After returning to the Demon Slayer Corps, the Scribe used herbal medicine and his medical knowledge to try to give Ubuyashiki Kagaya a false reputation.

Unfortunately, after two months, it only slowed down the deterioration of his health and enabled him to perform some simple movements.

The Scribe was naturally dissatisfied with this result.

But for Ubuyashiki Kagaya and his wife Amane Ubuyashiki, this was already incredibly good news.

The fact that his physical deterioration has been suppressed means that Yaozai can live for a longer period of time.

No one wants to die, especially the Ubuyashiki Clan, who are obsessed with eliminating Muzan. Living one more day might mean witnessing Muzan's destruction.

"Thank you, Mister Scribe."

Yaozai, whose face was no longer so pale and had regained some color, was thanking the Scribe inside the house.

The Scribe shook his head, indicating that the other party did not need to thank him.

After a brief farewell, he left the Demon Slayer Corps.

After all, there was a mischievous Koume waiting for him outside.

Chapter 364 Forcibly Abducting a Woman in Broad Daylight

For the next two months, as he had promised Koume, Scribe took her and Gyutaro on trips around.

One man and two ghosts traveled by Fire Train and ventured deep into the jungle.

I've climbed high mountains and swam in the sea.

After going around in circles, they finally returned to the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Koume, aren't you having fun?"

Looking down at Koume sitting in his lap, Scribe noticed that she seemed a little strange.

"If there's anywhere else you'd like to go, just let me know."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, Mister Scribe."

Koume shook her head vigorously and quickly waved her hand to indicate that she was not unhappy.

I was very happy during this period, it was probably the happiest time of my life, but...

As she spoke, her voice lowered.

"Just what?"

He picked her up from his arms and placed her on a chair beside him. Scribe then squatted down and looked at her.

"It's good that you said it."

When Scribe Koume staring straight at her, her face flushed slightly, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Only after repeated persuasion from the Scribe did he reveal what he finally wanted to do.

"I want to ride on the Mister Scribe's shoulders and see."

Surprisingly, the first person to object after these words were spoken was not the Scribe.

It was Koume's older brother, Gyutaro.

"No, absolutely not!"

Upon hearing his sister's unreasonable request, Gyutaro stated that he could not accept it at all.

"Koume, your request is very disrespectful to the Mister Scribe."

"I..."

With her head down and fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, Koume stammered as she spoke.

I know, that's why I haven't said anything.

"Good to know, but don't say similar things again next time."

Upon hearing his sister's words, Gyutaro finally calmed down.

Just as he was about to say something, the Scribe raised his hand to stop him.

He lifted Koume's head and clearly saw the tears in the corners of her eyes and her reddened eyes.

I thought, Koume, you wanted the moon in the sky.

With a gentle smile, Scribe wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and comforted her.

"How could I possibly refuse you Koume, over such a small matter?"

When Giyutaro saw that the Scribe had actually agreed to his sister's request, Gyutaro's expression changed.

"Mister Scribe, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Scribe shook his head, signaling him not to speak.

Looking at Koume again, Scribe asked gently.

"If I agree to Koume's request, can Koume promise that she won't show a sad expression again?"

"Um."

Koume nodded vigorously, rubbed her slightly red nose, and said.

"I promised Mister Scribe I wouldn't cry anymore."

"That's good."

With a hearty laugh, the Scribe stood up.

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of Koume and Gyutaro, he picked up the former and placed her on his shoulder.

"Alright, let's go out and look at the moon."

After confirming that Koume wouldn't fall, Scribe strode out.

Gyutaro, who was in a daze, took a while to come to his senses.

"Mister Scribe, Koume, wait for me!"

He shouted and hurriedly followed.

Outside, Scribe was leading Koume through a forest.

With all her wishes finally fulfilled, Koume's face beamed with a satisfied and happy smile.

"Mister Scribe, thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, you're my Koume."

Looking up at Koume, Scribe joked.

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't cry? Why are your eyes red again now?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Realizing she had lost her composure, Koume quickly wiped her eyes and held back her tears.

"From now on, I will definitely listen to my husband and brother and won't make any more requests."

"No, that wouldn't be you."

"I replied casually," Scribe said.

"What I like is the innocent and lovely Koume, and also the Koume who is like an ice queen."

"I don't want you to suppress your feelings because of me or Gyutaro."

"No matter what's wrong, you can confide in me."

Upon hearing this, Koume's tears, which she had just held back, welled up again.

"Mister Scribe ..."

A thousand words, all turned into drops of tears falling.

Scribe touched her slightly damp hair and smiled helplessly.

"The tears you just held back are now flowing again."

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Fine, I'll make an exception this time. Don't give me a free hair wash next time."

With a laugh, the matter was resolved by the Scribe in a joking manner.

After accompanying Koume and Gyutaro on their outing, the Scribe temporarily settled them in.

He himself returned to the Demon Slayer Corps.

Although he hadn't been back for over two months, there hadn't been any major changes within the Demon Slayer Corps.

As he passed by the Butterfly Mansion, he saw Tanjiro looking exhausted.

"Mister Scribe!"

Tanjiro's face lit up with joy when he saw that the Scribe had returned.

"Yo, Tanjiro, long time no see. How have you been?"

With a smile, the Scribe and Tanjiro stood at the door and chatted.

Through Tanjiro, the Scribe also learned about their situation during this time.

After their bodies had mostly recovered, the four of them continued to exercise every day, and occasionally received instructions from crows.

To better train themselves and improve efficiency, they sometimes choose to set off separately to fight ghosts.

Zenitsu has also become braver, and he no longer feels awkward even when going on missions alone.

Inosuke was still the same as before, always urging his underlings to follow, except that his charge was even faster than before.

Nezuko also grew rapidly and became a female swordswoman who could stand on her own.

And now, Tanjiro has just returned from completing his mission alone.

"Really? You've worked very hard too."

The Scribe nodded, expressing his approval of their efforts over the past period.