"They said we should keep a low profile when we come and not attract attention."
After saying that, the Scribe nodded.
"This connects with what Tengen said at the beginning."
Scribe fed the last bit of snack in his hand to Koume and smiled faintly.
"If all the team members were female, it wouldn't be so troublesome, but unfortunately..."
After a brief pause, the Scribe sized up Tanjiro and the other two.
"If the three of you want to get in, there's a little thing you need to do."
"So, what exactly do we need to do?"
Hearing this, Tanjiro and the others began to understand why Tengen Uzui needed female team members.
However, they still couldn't figure out how to get in.
"Tanjiro, have you seen Nezuko's clothes?"
Suddenly changing the subject, the Scribe revealed a mysterious smile.
"Or rather, do you know how Nezuko should dress?"
"Why, why are you suddenly asking such a question?!"
Tanjiro was at a loss for words when the Scribe suddenly spoke up.
Seeing the other person's flushed face, Scribe's expression darkened.
Because he knew the other party had misunderstood again.
"What I mean is, would you wear women's kimonos or similar clothing?"
With a helpless sigh, the Scribe spoke slowly.
"If you don't know how to wear it, I'll have to find someone to train you."
"Um, well, I know a little bit about it."
Tanjiro nodded awkwardly, and his expression improved a little.
"What about table manners?"
What is that?
"How you speak?"
"Isn't it enough to just say it normally?"
"You should at least have some sense of how you walk."
"I'm used to stepping with my right foot first."
Hearing Tanjiro's completely off-topic answer, not only the Scribe but also Tengen Uzui couldn't stand it anymore.
Once again, Tengen Uzui regretted agreeing to let them come. He felt that this was truly the worst decision he had ever made.
"Oh well, at least he's a little better than Inosuke Zenitsu."
With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated to Tanjiro that he didn't need to say anything more.
"Tengen, I think we should find someone to give them some intensive training before assigning them any tasks."
Nodding, Tengen Uzui agreed with the Scribe's suggestion.
If we go in like this, we'll probably be discovered very soon.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. I'm going out to meet someone."
After picking up Koume and setting her aside, Scribe said to Tanjiro and the others.
"When the teacher arrives, the three of you must study hard and not slack off."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but reveal a sinister expression.
"If I find out that anyone isn't studying properly or fails the inspection, hehehehe."
Although the Scribe didn't say what he was going to say, Tanjiro and the other two felt a chill run down their spines.
One can imagine the psychological trauma that the Scribe inflicted on them.
After he said that, even Inosuke was just trying to brush it off, quickly nodded.
"It's fine for Koume and Nezuko to learn a little, but if they go out, it's safer for Tanjiro and the others to accompany them."
Faced with the Scribe's completely different attitude, Zenitsu was about to say something, but was glared at by Koume and shut up.
It seems that although they haven't spent much time together, Koume has left a deep impression on Zenitsu.
"Then I'll set off."
After saying this, the Scribe opened the door and was about to walk outside.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Upon hearing the Scribe leave, Koume immediately stood up and asked him what was wrong.
"Can I come with you? I promise I won't cause any trouble."
"Obedient."
Turning around, Scribe squatted down and comforted Koume Mei.
"I'm going to see one of your friends, I'll be back soon."
Hearing what the Scribe said, Koume seemed to understand something.
"Really? Is she really here?"
The others were quite puzzled by Koume's sudden excitement.
"Of course, she asked to come over herself, otherwise she wouldn't have gone so long without visiting you."
"Uh-huh."
Koume nodded her little head, and her attitude changed.
"Then you should go quickly, Mister Scribe, and remember to give my regards."
"Okay, I'll say that Koume misses her a lot."
After saying that, the Scribe got up and left.
The crowd was left bewildered, still wondering who they were talking about.
After spending a few days together, Nezuko felt that she and Koume had developed some common ground.
He moved closer to her and asked in a low voice.
"Miss Koume, who is the friend you mentioned?"
"She's my best friend! She knows so many things!"
When talking about her friends, Koume seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, talking non-stop.
"In some aspects, even I can't compare to her."
On the other side, after cleaning her body, the Scribe changed into a set of clothes prepared by the Wisteria House.
Despite being made of very ordinary materials, when paired with Scribe's handsome face and unusual temperament, it gives off a high-end feel.
"I remember, it was in that direction, I think."
After deciding on a direction, he headed towards it.
It was nighttime, and the Entertainment District was bustling with activity.
After weaving through the crowded streets, the Scribe arrived at his destination.
Toki-ya.
As one of the three most famous houses in the Entertainment District, Toki-ya has a very limited number of guests.
Moreover, I learned from the people around me that there seemed to be some kind of event today.
With a little inquiry, the Scribe learned the details of the event.
However, he didn't care at all.
He walked quickly to the door of the Toki-ya and spoke to an old woman.
"Please tell your Oiran that someone wants to see her."
Chapter 372 Koi Koinatsu Reunited
The old woman's eyes lit up when she saw the Scribe suddenly appear in front of her.
His tall stature, his face even more beautiful than a woman's, and his captivating charm made people unable to resist him.
When these elements came together at the Scribe, they firmly captured her attention.
It was only because the Scribe spoke that the others noticed Scribe presence.
Instantly, countless gazes converged on the Scribe.
Among these people were tourists visiting Entertainment District, as well as subordinates from other houses.
More often, they were women who worked as geishas in the Toki-ya geisha establishment).
Even those who are used to seeing men have to admit it.
The man before them was the most handsome and unique person they had ever seen.
Compared to the Scribe, everyone else I had met before was like a firefly, not worth mentioning.
If it weren't for the fear of being scolded, someone would probably have already invited the Scribe in to play.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
Scribe waved his hand in front of the old woman and repeated what he had just said.
Finally, the old woman, now fully awake, nodded and subconsciously responded.
"Okay, I'll go in and tell them right away."
Normally, without an appointment, it's impossible to see the Oiran directly.
Not to mention a place like the Toki-ya, where it's even more difficult to meet its Oiran.
But the Scribe gave off such a special feeling that the old woman subconsciously believed Scribe was fully qualified.
Before long, a child came out of the house and respectfully approached the Scribe.
"Sir, my Oiran invites you."
Hearing that the Scribe's request had been granted, the men around him cast curious and envious glances his way.
Some people's eyes even held a strong hint of jealousy.
But the Scribe seemed completely oblivious, showing no discomfort whatsoever.
He smiled slightly and said.
"Okay, lead the way."
With a slight blush, the young child quickly lowered his head and made a "please" gesture.
"Please come this way."
With the help of others, the Scribe quickly arrived at a room.
"The Oiran is inside; I shall take my leave now."
After respectfully withdrawing, the child didn't forget to say something.
"If you need anything, just summon me anytime."
As she spoke, she took out a small bell from her bosom and handed it to the Scribe.
Normally, even if someone wanted to see the Oiran, the child only needed to wait outside the door.
However, after the Oiran revealed a little about the Scribe's identity, the manager of the Toki-ya immediately realized that this guest was no ordinary person.
Even after upgrading the level of hospitality to the highest level, they were still not at ease.