"Go! Go!"
Waving her little fists, Nezuko watched Tanjiro running in the distance and shouted enthusiastically.
"Brother, you're the best!"
"Oh oh oh oh!"
With a shout, Tanjiro stake, tried to speed up.
However, he had been carrying the wooden stake since morning, and had already exhausted a lot of his strength.
No matter how hard he tried, he only increased the speed slightly.
Seeing this, the Scribe said calmly.
"At your speed, if Haganezuka came looking for you, do you think you could escape?"
Tanjiro, as if he had also realized something.
In the explosion, he was thrown into the air, and his Nichirin Blade was lost somewhere.
Although the reason was valid, he didn't think that Haganezuka would forgive him for it.
After all, similar situations have occurred many times before.
Just thinking about how Haganezuka chased him with two kitchen knives last time sent chills down Tanjiro's spine.
They chased each other from day to night, and from night to the next morning.
The events of that day flashed before his eyes like a replay, and Tanjiro's expression became extremely conflicted.
If he were actually caught, he could hardly imagine whether he would be "cut into pieces".
"Charge!"
A strange power surged from his body, and Tanjiro roared to the sky before charging out with the wooden stake on his back.
"Good, keep running, I think you have a lot of talent."
Nodding, the Scribe was quite satisfied with Tanjiro's recovery speed.
After Tanjiro woke up, Inosuke didn't stay long and soon received a mission to go out and hunt demons.
"I am the strongest! Gomphrena, you can just lie in bed and watch!"
Shouting slogans, Inosuke brandished his twin blades and left.
After that, only the Scribe and Nezuko remained in the Butterfly Mansion.
"It should be about time."
Scribe calculated the time in his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Sir, you seem very happy."
Nezuko poured some tea into the cups from the teapot, then looked at the Scribe with a slight smile and asked curiously.
Is something good about to happen?
"A good thing? I guess so."
With a laugh, Scribe looked at Tanjiro not far away and said.
"However, for someone, this may not be a very happy thing."
Sure enough, that very evening, Terauchi Kiyou came to the Scribe and others with a letter.
"This is a letter from Mr. Haganezuka..."
After handing the letter to Tanjiro, Terauchi Kiyou quickly hid behind the Scribe.
Tanjiro looked at the rather thick letter in his hand with some confusion.
"It seems Mr. Haganezuka has a lot to say to me?" (Reading La)
He tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside. The next second, Tanjiro froze on the spot.
Although I haven't opened it to check the contents yet, I can see that the back of the paper is already soaked through.
Tanjiro felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing the black and red colors.
"Mr. Haganezuka, you should..."
To verify his suspicions, Tanjiro first opened the outermost piece of paper.
"No knife, here you go!"
Four large, wildly cursive characters covered the entire paper, giving off a strange and inexplicable feeling.
Tanjiro seemed to sense the deep resentment contained in the Haganezuka that wrote those four words.
"Uh... this..."
Swallowing hard, Tanjiro opened the second sheet of paper.
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"
The paper was filled with similar words, all expressing Haganezuka's incomprehension and anger at Tanjiro's need to forge a sword once again.
"This is bad."
With that thought in mind, Tanjiro realized that something was wrong.
When the third piece of paper was opened, he was completely desperate.
"Why did you throw the knife away again? Why, why!"
"Your crimes are unforgivable! Get out of here!"
"I curse you! I curse you to never be able to use a knife for all eternity!"
His lips twitched violently, and large amounts of sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the tatami mat.
"Shall I take a look at the rest for you?"
As he spoke, the Scribe unfolded the remaining few sheets of paper.
After glancing at it a few times, he exclaimed in surprise.
"Hey, you know what, there are a few that are different."
"Really?!"
Tanjiro's expression changed; he thought there would be a letter from Haganezuka forgiving him.
However, the Scribe's next words plunged him into the abyss once again.
"Of course, for example, these two. Haganezuka used a poem to express his resentment and dissatisfaction with you."
"And this one, it seems to be expressed in the style of prose."
"This one also employs a large number of techniques such as hypothesis, personification, and rhetoric, making it vivid and expressive..."
With each word the Scribe spoke, Tanjiro felt as if his heart had been struck a heavy blow.
Later, he held his head in his hands, his face looking extremely pale.
"This time it's just lost; it was broken before."
"Regarding this, Haganezuka said you can't even handle a sword properly, so what kind of Demon Slayer are you? Get out of here!"
She delivered another blow to Tanjiro, but the Scribe still comforted him.
"But don't worry about it, most swordsmiths are quite kind."
"There are relatively few eccentric guys like Haganezuka."
"Mister Scribe, do you understand knife-making masters?"
Nezuko, standing to the side, turned to look at the Scribe and asked in confusion.
"You sound like you know them very well."
"I wouldn't say I'm familiar with them; I've only been to their village a few times."
At this point, the Scribe's eyes lit up.
"Tanjiro, since you can't explain it clearly in a letter, I have a suggestion for you to consider."
"What suggestion do you have?"
"Why don't you go to the Swordsmith Village and have an in-depth discussion with the Haganezuka in person?"
Tanjiro and Nezuko were both taken aback.
"Sigh, is it even safe to go to a place like that?"
"Of course, but you two should ask Yaozai for permission beforehand."
With a mysterious smile on his face, the Scribe said.
"A trip there will be an unforgettable experience for you."
Chapter 449 Tokito Ichiro
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tanjiro also fell into deep thought.
The Scribe's words were not without merit; sometimes, letters are indeed not very effective.
The Scribe stood up, said nothing, and turned to leave, giving Tanjiro time to think.
After leaving the Butterfly Mansion, he began to wander around.
At that moment, a figure appeared in his field of vision.
She had long, pink and green hair, carried a large bag on her back, and had a very slender figure.
"Mitsuri?"
Hearing someone call her name, Kanroji Mitsuri turned around to look behind her.
"Oh, it's the Mister Scribe!"
Upon realizing that the person behind her was the Scribe, Mitsuri ran over immediately.
"Haven't seen you for a long time!"
She threw herself into Scribe's arms, Mitsuri against him, and said happily.
"Sir, I heard from Obanai that you didn't come back from the Entertainment District. I thought something had happened to you."
"There was something, but it's been taken care of."
Scribe smiled and was about to say something when she suddenly felt a tingling or itchy sensation in her ankle.
Looking down, I saw a kitten rubbing against me.
"You like the Mister Scribe too?!"
Kneeling down, Kanroji Mitsuri stroked the kitten's fluffy head.
After some casual conversation, the Scribe learned what she was going to do next.
Having just completed a mission, she noticed that her Nichirin Blade felt a bit off, and its sharpness had also decreased.
Therefore, Mitsuri plans to go to the Swordsmith Village and have the swordsmiths adjust her sword.
"Oh? You're going too?"
"The Mister Scribe is going too?!"
Understanding the meaning behind Scribe's words, Mitsuri asked with great delight.
"Did you get the application? Do you want to go together?"
"Let's wait a few more days, I still need to wait for the two little ones."
Scribe politely declined Mitsuri's offer and said with a smile.
"The food there is quite good, and there are also hot springs that can help relieve stress and speed up recovery."
"Really? Really?"
Upon hearing about the delicious food and hot springs, Mitsuri's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course, you'll find out when you get there."