The Person Involved Said Nothing, So That Means They Agree / Haganezuka's Letter: Heading to the Swordsmith Village

With the Scribe's comforting words, Kanzaki Aoi's expression improved slightly.

After the meal, the Scribe planned to leave the Butterfly Mansion.

But Shinobu Butterfly tugged at Scribe's sleeve, indicating that she had something to discuss with him.

Only after being questioned did she reveal the truth.

"I have a feeling that a fierce battle is about to take place in the near future."

"In order to improve my own combat ability, I hope you can help me, Mister Scribe."

For Shinobu Butterfly, Breathing Technique, swordsmanship, and poison together constitute her fighting style.

The things that the Scribe can help with are naturally related to "poison".

Without much thought, the Scribe agreed.

The two continued their discussion until the next day, and Ren, who had made some progress, excitedly rushed into the laboratory to continue his research.

Despite not having slept all night, the Scribe's condition did not decline much.

With nothing to do, he wandered around the Butterfly Mansion, aimlessly strolling about.

Just then, a figure in front of him caught his attention.

"I remember that guy was a member of the Hidden Ones?"

Following behind, Scribe stroked his chin and murmured.

"I think her name is Goto?"

Chapter 447: If the person involved doesn't speak, then they agree.

The man walking in front was wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, the only difference being that his head was covered by a mask, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible.

On the tray in his hand were several exquisitely presented pastries that exuded a subtle sweetness.

"Castella Cake?"

With just a slight sniff, Scribe was able to identify the type of pastry by its aroma.

"A rather high-quality dessert. Judging from his route, it should be for Tanjiro?"

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply followed silently not far from Goto.

After turning left and right, Goto indeed appeared in the corridor where Tanjiro's ward was located.

The Scribe also noticed that Goto paused more than once and made a swallowing motion.

He must have been trying his best to control himself from swallowing the Castella Cake whole.

"Splash!"

At that moment, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from a room not far away.

Just as Goto was about to go over to see what was going on, Scribe patted him on the shoulder.

"I suggest you give me the pastries first."

Goto glanced over instinctively and saw the Scribe's face.

"Mister Scribe!"

In his excitement, Goto lost his grip on the tray.

The fancy pastries slid slowly down the tilted plate towards the ground.

No~~~

Seeing this, Goto's heart was screaming.

If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to eat it myself.

It's really hard to accept that it just fell to the ground like that.

Just as Goto was considering whether picking it up within a few seconds would contaminate it with bacteria, the pastries and tray suddenly disappeared.

"?"

Goto felt like he was seeing things.

"Look at this, what a wasteful thing to do."

With a few clicks of his tongue, the Scribe waved the tray in front of him.

Looking at the neatly arranged pastries on the plate, Goto almost wanted to slap himself to see if he had been daydreaming.

"Alright, leave it to me. You go and take a look."

Shoku gently nudged Goto, Scribe him to continue forward.

Nodding, Goto quickly walked to Tanjiro's hospital room.

The door was already open, and there was a broken vase and a puddle of water at the entrance.

Looking inside, Kanao Tsuyuri was comforting Nezuko was crying.

"You two, hurry up and get ready."

Goto glared at Nezuko and Kanao Tsuyuri inside the room, Goto face full of exhaustion.

"What are you two doing, leaving everything unattended?"

Goto opened and closed his mouth several times, Goto couldn't say anything.

After all, his rank was not as high as the two girls'.

Suppressing his tears, he silently took a bucket from the side, squatted down, and began to clean.

In reality, he wasn't disrespectful to Kanao Tsuyuri and the others; he was just making a few sarcastic remarks.

Goto, who is 23 years old this year, is also quietly contributing his strength to the Demon Slayer Corps in his own position.

Shortly afterward, he cleaned up the water stains and broken vase.

"Yes, the item is with the Mister Scribe. If you're worried and want to eat it, you can..."

He walked to the bedside, wanting to remind Kanao Tsuyuri and Nezuko.

But Goto's eyes widened.

Tanjiro had been unconscious, had opened his eyes. Although they were dim and lifeless, he had at least regained consciousness.

"Thank you!"

He replied weakly, then Tanjiro tilted his head to the side.

"Consciousness, has consciousness returned?!"

At that moment, Goto, realizing what was happening, shouted.

"Why didn't you say anything when you recovered? You had to be so quiet. Were you trying to scare people?"

Seeing that Tanjiro remained silent, Goto, still furious, turned his attention to Nezuko and Kanao Tsuyuri.

"You two are really clueless!"

"Tanjiro is already awake, why doesn't he go and call everyone over!"

"Idiot, don't you know everyone is worried?"

As he spoke, he walked toward the door.

Goto seemed to remember something and turned around.

"This has nothing to do with rank, and I'm not using this opportunity to criticize you."

With that, he went to inform the others.

Just as Goto went to inform Aoi and the others, Scribe walked to the bedside with a tray.

"Tanjiro, wake up, it's time to eat some sweets."

As she spoke, the Scribe waved the tray in front of Tanjiro.

"Smell it, it tastes delicious."

Tanjiro, with his eyes closed, twitched his nose slightly, as if he could also smell the aroma of the pastries.

"Hurry up and answer me. If you don't, I'll take care of it for you. After all, we can't let things go to waste."

With his lips slightly parted, Tanjiro managed to separate his lips, which had stuck together from not having drunk water for a long time.

"%...￥#@*!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

By placing his hand beside his ear, the Scribe made a listening gesture.

"Are you asking me to help you solve this? Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Thinking that the Scribe had misheard him, Tanjiro's movements became a little more exaggerated.

"I want to take a sip first."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a petite figure was thrust heavily into his arms.

"Tanjiro!"

Holding Tanjiro's head, Naho shook it vigorously.

"I was so worried about you. You've been unconscious for so long."

"I'm fine."

With a forced smile, Tanjiro continued.

I want to.

Before he could finish speaking, Terauchi Kiyou rushed in again.

She grabbed Tanjiro's arm and shook it wildly, swallowing back the words she was about to say.

"Me~"

This time, just as he opened his mouth, Nakahara Sumi rushed in.

Seeing this, Tanjiro seemed to realize that he wouldn't be able to eat any sweets today.

He gave a wry smile, licked his lips, and asked for a glass of water.

However, once misfortune strikes, it doesn't end so easily.

After the three little girls, Kanzaki Aoi rushed over and grabbed Tanjiro, shaking him wildly.

"Forget it, I give up."

With that thought in mind, Tanjiro tilted his head to the side and said nothing more.

A clear tear slid down his cheek, seemingly telling the story of his tragic fate.

The Scribe shrugged when he saw this.

"Very good, the person involved hasn't said anything, so that means they agree."

He carried the pastries to the side and savored them carefully.

"You know what, it tastes pretty good."

Chapter 448 The Letter from the Haganezuka: A Journey to the Swordsmith Village

Everyone at the Butterfly Mansion was overjoyed at Tanjiro's awakening.

Nezuko, in particular, burst into tears upon seeing her brother regain consciousness.

After that, Shinobu Butterfly and Kanae Kocho examined Tanjiro's body.

The result was not as expected.

Although his physical injuries have mostly healed, this does not mean that Tanjiro will be able to return to his previous state soon.

Tanjiro's physical strength has been significantly weakened, and he will need a considerable amount of time to fully recover.

At Nezuko's request, the Scribe took on this task.