Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System From the Start, My Master is Tsugikuni

After a few strokes, a picture appeared on the paper.

It was a simplified layout of Youshui Town.

In my opinion, there should be more than just that one demon in the town.

As he spoke, the Scribe drew a circle on the paper.

That was where he had encountered the Tentacle Demon.

This demon was different from the others; it seemed to be acting in an organized manner, with even specific demons responsible for rescuing others.

The most crucial point was that if there were only a few or a dozen, he wouldn't have needed to kill so many humans at once.

Judging by his actions of taking away the corpses, it was as if he were providing food for other demons.

Hearing this, Yoriichi understood the Scribe's meaning.

According to the Scribe's hypothesis, the entire town was a living food supply station for these demons.

Some demons were hidden within, posing as humans and running establishments like inns.

After attracting human tourists, they would kill these people.

They would eat some of the corpses directly, but the vast majority of the corpses were transported out of town to supply the demons hidden outside.

As for the demons' hiding place, it was most likely in this mountain.

Circling the mountain next to Yusui on the paper, the Scribe slowly said.

Demons are picky about the freshness of their food and must consume it within a short time after killing humans.

Therefore, the only place that could hide a large number of demons without being discovered by humans was this mountain.

Nodding, Yoriichi also agreed with the Scribe's assessment.

Just as the two were about to discuss what to do next, the miserable screams of humans suddenly came from outside the window.

Immediately after, another roar sounded.

Two, three, four

Although still somewhat blurry, the Scribe heard dozens of different shouts.

Had all the demons mobilized?

Instantly assessing the current situation, the Scribe hurried to the window and looked out.

The bustling and lively town was now a living hell.

People who were playing were fleeing in all directions, dodging the attacks and predation of the Evil Demons.

From the dark corners, a large hand or a tentacle would occasionally appear.

After dragging the desperate humans into the darkness, the sound of flesh being chewed would follow.

Human corpses were everywhere, and Evil Demons were feeding everywhere.

Within the Scribe's line of sight alone, there were no less than twenty demons.

His right hand, holding the blade, instinctively tightened. The Scribe himself had never witnessed such a scene before.

"Are you scared?"

Walking to his disciple's side, his eyes taking in the tragedy outside, Yoriichi's voice remained as calm as ever.

"No, the moment I embarked on the path of demon hunting, the word 'fear' was already discarded by me."

Looking at the determined expression on the Scribe's face, Yoriichi felt a little more at ease.

As a Demon Slayer, the most taboo thing was fear.

Once fear arose during a battle, it was basically a death sentence.

But now, it seemed the Scribe had already overcome this problem.

"Let's go."

Tying his sword to his waist, Tsugikuni Yoriichi directly smashed through the window and leaped out.

"The hunt begins."

Drawing his Nichirin Blade, the Scribe also jumped out.

His target was an Evil Demon below!

Chapter 33: Team Mission, Scribe and Yoriichi

Sensing someone above, the Evil Demon instinctively looked up.

In its scarlet pupils, a dark silhouette was continuously growing larger.

Sun Breathing Ninth Form Radiant Heavenly Glow

Descending from the sky, the Scribe unleashed a flame-like spiral slash.

The blade was wrapped in scorching flames, like the sun, and fiercely struck the demon's head.

Before the demon could react, its head exploded with a bang.

It was like a watermelon smashed by a large club.

Two Evil Demons eliminated, remaining Evil Demons: ninety-eight.

Progress: 2/100.

Why only two?

Just as the Scribe wondered why it displayed two, Yoriichi walked over.

Turning his head, he saw the corpse of a Demon slowly dissipating beside him.

So that's what they meant by a team mission.

The Scribe had initially worried about failing the mission due to Demons escaping, or other reasons.

Now, it seemed his worries were unfounded.

With Tsugikuni Yoriichi fighting alongside him, how could they possibly fail?

"I'll go hunt Demons over there."

Pointing to the west, Tsugikuni Yoriichi said.

"If you encounter danger, prioritize your life above all else. Don't act rashly."

Seeing the Scribe nod, Yoriichi left with peace of mind.

Meanwhile, the Scribe ran towards the east.

He hadn't run far when a Demon leaped out from a dark corner.

Its thick right arm swung forward violently, accompanied by whistling wind, aiming to pierce the Scribe's chest.

"Let me see your heart!"

Its blood-splattered face contorted in ferocity, the Evil Demon seemed to have already envisioned the scene of it feasting.

But clearly, it had picked the wrong opponent.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand was raised high above his head, then brought down with a sudden chop.

In an instant, a fiery sword energy exceeding two meters erupted and shot out.

The Evil Demon's thick right arm, in front of the sword energy, was like paper, easily sliced to pieces.

Stomping his right foot on the ground, the Scribe's figure instantly vanished from his spot.

Without hesitation, he slashed across the Evil Demon's neck. The Scribe's eyes reflected its face filled with terror.

It still didn't seem to understand why this Human was so different from the others.

"I'm not reconciled..."

Leaving behind a meaningless sentence, the Evil Demon's head dissipated in the air.

One Evil Demon eliminated, remaining Evil Demons: ninety-three.

Progress: 7/100.

The system's voice sounded in his mind again, and the Scribe was a little surprised.

In such a short time, Yoriichi had already eliminated four more Demons.

"Looks like I need to pick up the pace."

A feeling of unwillingness to lose welled up from the bottom of his heart, and the Scribe ran towards another area.

Progress: 13/100.

Progress: 21/100.

Progress: 49/100.

With the efforts of the Scribe and Yoriichi, the Evil Demons in the town were quickly reduced by more than half.

During this process, quite a few people were naturally saved.

Glancing back at the dozens of survivors following behind him, the Scribe felt a headache coming on.

"Why don't you understand? Following me is the most dangerous thing."

Instead of staying in the cleared areas, they insisted on following him to find Demons.

"Do I have 'Follow Me' written on my face?"

Another slash fell, and a burrowing Demon that had just emerged from underground was instantly killed by the Scribe.

One Evil Demon eliminated, remaining Evil Demons: twenty-seven.

Progress: 73/100.

With the mission almost complete, the Scribe was contemplating where to hunt Demons next.

Just then, a startled cry suddenly came from behind.

The previously flat ground suddenly cracked open, revealing a large hole with a radius of five meters.

Before the survivors following the Scribe could react, they fell into the large hole like dumplings being dropped into water.

Only a few who were slower were spared from falling into the pit.

"Help, save us!"

"Someone, I don't want to die yet!"

After realizing what had happened, those who had fallen into the large pit began to cry out for help.

Just as the Scribe was about to go over, a heavy thudding sound suddenly echoed.

It was as if a large elephant were running across the plains, causing the gravel on the ground to jump slightly.

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and the Scribe's gaze turned towards the direction of the sound.

As the footsteps grew closer, a figure appeared at the edge of the houses.

It was the Meat Mountain Demon from before.

"Oh my, there's so much food here."

Its massive head emerged from the darkness, a look of excitement on the Meat Mountain Demon's face.

Drool dripped from its mouth, and a foul stench filled the air.

"I can finally have a good meal."

A thick, fleshy hand reached out, grabbing towards the people in the large pit.

The survivors, already terrified, became even more frantic upon seeing the Meat Mountain Demon's appearance.

Their strained nerves instantly shattered, and they stood there dumbfounded, completely unable to speak.

Sun Breathing * Ninth Form * Setting Sun Turn