"Even so, your rank is still fourth from the bottom, which is still considered a low rank."
"Logically speaking, they shouldn't be here."
"Even a stepson of Kanao Tsuyuri's caliber wouldn't be qualified to participate in the battle against the Upper Rank."
Tanjiro had barely finished speaking when he hurriedly called out.
"But how did Mister Scribe and Mr. Yu Sui confirm it?"
"We haven't seen a single ghost so far."
"No, I saw it..."
Interrupting Tanjiro, the Scribe replied calmly.
"Moreover, it's not just a simple ghost."
Immediately afterwards, he told Tanjiro and the others what had happened to him.
From the young man at Wisteria House to the proprietress, and then to Tonryoku and the former doorman.
Tanjiro's expression stiffened, especially when he heard that there was a demon above Tonryoku.
"That's it. Those who have lost contact are considered dead."
After stretching his arms, Tengen Uzui slowly walked to the eaves.
"The rest, the Mister Scribe and I will take care of."
"No, we can help!"
Thinking that Tanjiro felt somewhat ashamed, Tengen Uzui turned and glanced at him.
Without saying a word, he simply vanished from the spot in a flash.
"Wait a minute, sir!"
Inosuke rushed forward, trying to grab Tengen Uzui, but he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"Is it because we are low-ranking swordsmen that we cannot gain their trust?"
No, you're mistaken.
Walking to his side, the Scribe comforted him.
"As you all know, Tengen was originally a ninja."
"Logically speaking, ninjas should prioritize missions."
"But Tengen is different. He is a human being, and a ninja is secondary."
He patted Tanjiro and Inosuke on the head and laughed.
"Survival is victory; only by surviving can there be a possibility of tomorrow."
"Perhaps this is what he wanted to tell you."
After saying all this, the Scribe walked away with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"However, I have a problem now."
"I don't hold any position in the Demon Slayer Corps, so theoretically I can't command a Geng-level swordsman."
"If there really are swordsmen who want to participate in the battle, then I can only say that I know nothing about it."
As he spoke, he gave Tanjiro a look, a mysterious smile on his face.
After disappearing in a flash, only Tanjiro and Inosuke remained.
After blinking and understanding what the Scribe meant, Tanjiro's expression became excited.
I understand what you mean, sir!
Chapter 390 Noble Invitation
According to the Scribe, if Tanjiro, Inosuke, and the others were to participate in this battle, he had no "qualification" to stop them.
After all, he was an unofficial staff member without even a rank.
"Exactly, exactly, cheer up!"
With a laugh, Inosuke slapped Tanjiro hard on the back.
"I understand, thank you."
With a smile, Tanjiro suddenly spoke.
"Right, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to catch the ghost as soon as possible."
As he spoke, Tanjiro told Inosuke about his plan.
Tonight, I'll go to Hagimoto House and meet up with Inosuke.
"So you shouldn't act first; it would be dangerous for you to be alone."
"My store can be completely investigated today."
Inosuke opposed Tanjiro's plan.
Why?!
Grabbing Tanjiro's face, he said somewhat angrily.
"I already told you, there's a ghost on my place, so come over here right now!"
"Sixth Brother Rat, how can you be so stupid?"
Tanjiro quickly explained, begging for mercy.
No, it's not what you think.
"Think about it, Mister Scribe and Mr. Yu Sui are watching over us at night."
"But Zenitsu is still missing, and you and the Mister Scribe also encountered a ghost."
"According to the Mister Scribe, there is a secret passage in the house."
Hearing Tanjiro say that, Inosuke also stopped.
What you said seems to make sense.
"That's right, especially the ghost that kidnapped Mr. Tengen's wife; it must have left through the secret passage in the shop."
Touching his chin, Tanjiro shared his opinion.
In his view, it was very likely that there were still ghosts lurking in the shop, cleverly disguised as humans.
This means that if the other side wants to hunt and kill humans, they will need to devise a more comprehensive plan.
"That's true, after all, bloodstains can't be easily wiped away."
After another round of communication, the two finally united on the same side.
"That's settled then. Let's go back to our rooms and wait until evening."
In the distance, watching Tanjiro and Inosuke leave, a smile appeared on the Scribe's face.
He could tell these things to the others, but he preferred that they figure them out on their own.
After all, ghost hunting is not just a physical activity, but also a battle of wits.
"Grow up quickly."
After muttering a few words to himself, Scribe flicked his sleeves and disappeared from the spot.
After returning to the Toki-ya, he found Koinatsu.
As soon as they met, Koinatsu asked the first question.
"Sir, are we going to take action tonight?"
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe asked in return.
"Why do you say that? I don't think I've mentioned these things to you."
"It's because of the Taniko."
With a smile, Koinatsu pointed to a pile of gifts next to her and said.
"Taniko has come more often today than in the past few days, giving me the feeling that he's about to leave."
"I see."
With a slight upturn of his lips, Scribe nodded and said.
"According to those kids' plan, tonight should be the final battle."
"Is that so?"
After a pause, Koinatsu turned around and took a cloth bag from the cabinet behind her.
Upon opening it, there were two hairpins, one gold and one silver.
"After thinking about it, I think I should leave too."
Are you ready?
Looking directly into Koinatsu's eyes, Scribe asked.
"Won't you have any regrets about leaving like this?"
"There will always be regrets, so all I can do is try to minimize them."
Upon hearing Koinatsu's words, Scribe knew that the other party was already prepared.
The life of immortality is so long, it is very important to have a heart that can take regrets and reluctance lightly.
"I will come to pick you up tonight."
"In that case, I won't bother you any longer. I suppose you have some things to take care of yourself."
As he spoke, Scribe was about to push open the door to give Koinatsu some private space.
Just then, the voices of two little girls came from outside.
"Oiran, Oiran, what brings you here?"
"Are you going to tell me a story? Can you tell me this one first?"
"I want one too! I want to hear this story!"
Pushing open the door, Scribe saw the two little girls who had been following Koinatsu earlier standing in the doorway.
"Sir..."
Upon discovering that the Scribe was standing in front of them, the little girl, who had been somewhat excited, froze.
"It's nothing, I was just passing by."
With a helpless sigh, Scribe didn't know why she had made the child so afraid.
He gently patted their heads and pointed to the room.
"Koinatsu has been waiting for you for a long time, go ahead."
With that, he left.
Just before he left, he heard the two girls laughing happily.
"Oiran, are these two hairpins really a gift for us?"
Yes, yes, isn't this your favorite hairpin?
"This is a gift. I like you two better than the hairpin."
The smile on her face widened, and Scribe knew that she no longer needed to worry.
He sipped his wine as he waited for night to fall.
Although the true face of the mastermind is still unknown, the other party is clearly very interested in me.
They probably captured Zenitsu, Suma, and the others to confine themselves here.
"Then I'll play along with you."
As time went by, the sun in the sky gradually tilted, and soon half of it had sunk below the horizon.