After observing for a while, Scribe was also very satisfied with the hot spring.
"I'll go change my clothes over there first."
Humming a cheerful tune, Mitsuri walked towards the other side of the hot spring.
Before long, the Scribe heard the sound of water splashing.
It seems that Mitsuri has already gone into the water.
"Mister Scribe, come down quickly, the hot spring is very comfortable."
Without much thought, Scribe quickly took off his clothes and walked into the pond.
The hot spring temperature is slightly high, but still within a tolerable range for most people.
A strange fragrance wafted around my nose, giving me a sense of inexplicable peace.
As time went by, the Scribe felt his body gradually relax.
Some of the fatigue from the journey also dissipated.
He took a deep breath and then plunged into the hot spring.
First Form small, fine bubbles rose from underwater, bursting with a series of popping sounds.
Just then, with a rustling sound, Mitsuri's voice came from behind the boulder.
"Sir, may I ask you a question?"
"What's wrong?"
Only when he heard Mitsuri calling him did Scribe surface.
"You say."
"When do you think we can achieve victory?"
"Victory? You mean defeating Muzan?"
After a moment of silence, Mitsuri continued.
"If it were before, I would have thought that taking care of Kibutsuji Muzan."
"But recently, I don't know why, I feel that some things have changed."
"Many things have become so complicated that I can no longer see them clearly."
Upon hearing her words, Scribe did not respond immediately.
He knew that although the general direction of the world had not changed, many small branches had emerged.
Many enemies, whether known or unknown, are secretly preparing their schemes.
Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps next week, they will launch a sudden attack.
If they are not prepared, the Demon Slayer Corps will likely suffer heavy casualties.
But I am not a god, and I do not have omniscience and omnipotence.
All I can do is help others as much as I can within my capabilities.
"Mitsuri, when did you become so sentimental?"
With a laugh, the Scribe joked.
"In my memory, you should be a girl who is full of energy every day and has a very open mind about everything."
"Pfft~"
Laughter rang out, Mitsuri seemed to realize that this was very different from her usual self.
"That's true. Let's think about what to eat tonight."
"I know, they told me before that it should be matsutake mushroom rice."
"Really? I really love matsutake mushroom rice!"
Upon hearing the words "matsutake mushroom rice," Mitsuri seemed to revert to being the girl who loved to eat.
The conversation became much more cheerful, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively.
The two chatted about everything from dinner to breakfast, and from scenery to swordsmanship.
Mitsuri, who is usually very cheerful, started talking non-stop at this moment, wanting to chat with Scribe about everything.
The Scribe's experience was many times greater than hers, encompassing all corners of the world and countless strange tales.
Just a few examples are enough to amaze Mitsuri for a long time.
"Long ago, in a fishing village by the sea, there lived a strange child."
"He enjoyed torturing living creatures, stuffing their corpses into pots, and turning them into ornaments."
"On another occasion, a prisoner who was sentenced to death argued in this way."
"I didn't kill anyone; it was just that my hand took the knife and swung it down."
As Scribe recounted those strange and wonderful stories, Mitsuri would occasionally offer her own opinions.
She felt a pang of sadness and pity for the pitiful, but she sneered at and utterly disdained the cruel.
I don't know how long I soaked, Mitsuri felt a little dizzy.
She stood up and called out to the back of the boulder.
"Sir, how's your brewing going?"
"I think that's enough, shall we go back?"
The Scribe naturally understood what Mitsuri meant, so he took the initiative to suggest leaving.
Having the same idea, Mitsuri naturally wouldn't refuse.
After drying herself off and getting dressed, she came out.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Mister Scribe."
At this moment, Mitsuri was wearing a maroon bathrobe, and there were still water droplets left in her hair.
Her complexion was a little rosy; I wonder if it was because she had been soaking for too long.
"It's okay, I didn't wait long."
Unlike Mitsuri, Scribe's arms were not tucked into her sleeves, but rather crossed over her chest.
Despite some obstruction, his well-defined muscles were still faintly visible.
"Sir, do I look good like this?"
With her head down, Mitsuri quietly asked Scribe for his opinion.
After looking her over carefully, Scribe patted her head and said with a smile.
"Of course, Mitsuri has always been a very cute and beautiful girl."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Mitsuri immediately raised her head and said happily.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
"I would lie to anyone but you, Mitsuri."
Her smile widened, and Mitsuri ran to Scribe's side, seemingly wanting to take his arm.
But then she seemed to have thought of something and appeared very hesitant.
After glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, Scribe pretended not to care and put his arm back into his sleeve.
"Sigh, at a time like this, I wish someone could hold my arm and walk with me."
As he spoke, he waved his hand in front of Mitsuri and said.
"Beautiful lady, am I worthy of this honor?"
Startled, Mitsuri seemed not to have expected the Scribe to extend an "invitation".
She blinked a few times before she realized what was happening.
"Okay~ okay."
As she spoke, she grabbed the Scribe's arm and pulled him into her embrace.
After glancing at it and finding that Scribe was not resisting, she unconsciously exerted a little more force.
"This scene is just like when we first met."
Kanroji Mitsuri seemed to have thought of something, and her blush deepened.
A man and a woman walked together down the mountain.
Along the way, a gentle breeze from the mountains caressed their faces like tender little hands.
The wind blew away the fatigue and the dizziness in my mind.
Soon, we had covered more than half of the way down the mountain.
"Hey, who's that?"
At that moment, Mitsuri suddenly noticed a tall figure walking up the mountain.
He had a dark rooster-like comb and many scars on his face.
He was tall and strong, and even Inosuke paled in comparison.
The Scribe also noticed the other person's presence and recognized him after a glance.
"Genya Shinazugawa?"
Chapter 455 Shy Uichirou
At this moment, Genya Shinazugawa was clearly unaware of the Scribe and the others, preoccupied with his own tasks.
He put his hand into his mouth and tried to pull something out.
It looks a bit like trying to clean the food out of your teeth after it gets stuck between them.
"Ugh."
However, judging from the way he exerted himself and the sounds he made, it was clearly not that simple.
It felt more like I was pulling my own teeth.
"Is this someone you know?"
Turning to look at the Scribe, Mitsuri asked curiously.
"He seems like a rather strange person."
"Haha, those two brothers look pretty much the same."
With a hearty laugh, the Scribe then stepped forward to greet him.
"Two brothers?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Kanroji Mitsuri couldn't help but start thinking about it.
"There seems to be someone in the team named Shinazugawa, let me think, it's..."
As a fierce face appeared in her mind, Mitsuri remembered.
"Sanemi's surname seems to be Shinazugawa."
While she was thinking, Scribe had already walked up to Genya Shinazugawa.
"Yo, it's been a long time, Genya Shinazugawa."
"Ha?"
Hearing someone call his name, Genya Shinazugawa, with a ferocious expression, looked in the direction of the voice.
"Who's calling..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the Scribe.
"The Scribe, the Mister Scribe?!"