The Upper Rank Three, Four, Five, and Six Plot in Secret

After asking Uichirou, Tanjiro then turned the conversation to Kanroji Mitsuri.

At that moment, Nezuko and Uichirou's gazes also fell on her.

Especially Uichirou, who had heard Mitsuri's name from his younger brother Muiichiro, but had rarely met her.

As for why the other party joined the Demon Slayer Corps, they had absolutely no idea.

"Hmm? Me? This is a little embarrassing to talk about~"

Covering his cheek, Kanroji had a few beads of sweat on his face.

She twisted her body and said shyly.

"Sigh, how am I supposed to answer you..."

"Actually, it's that one, you know?"

After blinking twice, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Uichirou all tilted their heads, their faces full of confusion.

"Nezuko, do you know what it is?"

"I don't know, I can't understand."

"I don't understand either. Is it a unique way of speaking among Pillar-level beings?"

Seeing that none of the three reacted, Mitsuri's face grew increasingly red.

Her eyes would glance at the Scribe from time to time, but would instantly shift elsewhere.

Upon seeing this, the Scribe understood what was happening.

"Could it be..."

A hypothesis gradually formed in his mind, especially after he carefully reviewed what had happened in the past, and the Scribe felt it was very likely.

"I admire Mister Scribe and hope to find a husband like him to grow old together!"

Having finally spoken her mind, Kanroji Mitsuri was now completely open and talkative.

"Nezuko- chan probably knows that most girls like someone stronger than themselves."

"Tanjiro, you probably don't understand my desire to be protected."

"Uichirou, you're too young. You'll understand these things when you and Muiichiro are older."

Upon hearing the reason given by Kanroji Mitsuri, all three except the Scribe were shocked.

In their view, Kanroji Mitsuri's words were not much different from a public confession.

"Let me tell you, when I first met Mister Scribe, his behavior was just too manly."

"He is very good to my family, and my younger siblings all like him very much."

"If I were to find a husband, I hope to use him as a model!"

Scribe's lips twitched violently; he didn't know what to say.

After a while, seeing that Mitsuri showed no sign of stopping, Scribe had no choice but to cough a few times.

"Cough cough."

Turning to look at the Scribe, Kanroji Mitsuri quickly lowered her head again.

She looked nervous, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her fingers were unconsciously intertwined.

Judging from her appearance, she looked exactly like a young girl in the throes of first love.

"Um, there's something I need to tell you, Mitsuri."

"You said, Mister Scribe."

"I'm already married."

"I already know about this."

Nodding earnestly, Kanroji Mitsuri clenched her little fist, as if she wanted to say something.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"What? Married? Who's getting married? The Mister Scribe is getting married?!"

Finally realizing what was happening, she opened her mouth wide, as if to say something.

Nodding, the Scribe repeated it again.

"Yes, you heard me right, I'm already married."

These few simple words struck Mitsuri like a thunderbolt.

"But, this..."

Looking at Tanjiro and the others, she tried to hear from them that "the Scribe was lying to her" or something similar.

"Mitsuri Kanroji and Mister Scribe are indeed married."

With a helpless sigh, Tanjiro spoke.

"Besides, you didn't know about this before?"

Chapter 457 The Plot of Upper Rank Three, and Six

"I really don't know!"

Squatting in the corridor, Kanroji Mitsuri wiped away her tears while drawing circles on the ground.

"My Master didn't tell me, and none of the other pillars mentioned this matter either."

"Even Shinobu didn't tell me that Mister Scribe was married."

"Waaaaah, it turns out I was the only one kept in the dark."

Seeing Kanroji Mitsuri sobbing uncontrollably, Scribe tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't listen at all.

Fortunately, one of the hidden team members eventually came to her and told her that the knife would be sharpened soon and she needed to go to the workshop to make the final adjustments.

Under these circumstances, Kanroji Mitsuri wiped away her tears, stood up, and prepared to leave.

However, as she left, she didn't forget to look at Scribe with her red, tear-filled eyes.

Looking at her resentful eyes, it seemed as if she felt the fault lay with Scribe.

"Difficult to handle..."

Filled with helplessness and unsure of what to say, the Scribe could only force a smile and bid her farewell.

He'd rather go out and do ten thousand push-ups than face this.

Even if he were to go out with a kitchen knife to kill ghosts, it would be much better than staying here.

"Puff"

At that moment, a faint laugh reached his ears.

"?"

Turning around, the Scribe saw Tanjiro and the others covering their mouths, trying to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

This was the first time they had ever seen Scribe appear so embarrassed.

Everyone loves gossip, but the key is to avoid getting gossiped about yourself.

An unnamed flame rose in the Scribe's heart, and a plan was formed.

His lips curled up slightly, and the smile on his face grew increasingly eerie.

"Okay, okay, you guys are having a lot of fun."

"Perfect timing, you should be able to stay here for a long time, I have a task for you."

"There are secret weapons in this village that can help you become stronger. Go find them!"

As he spoke, he moved his hands, making a "crackling" sound.

"Tanjiro, you are still seriously injured. I will help you regain some of your strength."

"Nezuko, you must strive to become stronger, otherwise how will you protect your family and friends?"

"And you, Uichirou, as the older brother, had your Pillar position taken away by Muiichiro. You will also have to participate in the training!"

The Scribe brandished his fist and said fiercely.

"I'll be waiting for you all. If I find any of you missing, hehe..."

With a tapping motion, the Scribe turned and left.

Seeing this, Tanjiro and the other two felt a chill run down their spines for no apparent reason.

Uichirou was slightly better off, but the other two, who had undergone Scribe training, knew very well.

It's better not to participate in this so-called training.

But if you participate, it will definitely be an unforgettable experience.

Those days in Mt. Sagiri are still vivid in my memory.

They finally understood what it meant to "make trouble out of your own mouth."

But if they were told not to go, the three of them really wouldn't have the guts.

Therefore, only one option remained.

Go ahead and do it anyway, betting on your own luck!

Just as Tanjiro companions were frowning in worry, dozens of figures had already gathered together in the distant mountains.

"Are you sure your intelligence is accurate, Gyokko?"

"Of course, Shinri Masato, Dichai can also guarantee that."

"That's right, my intelligence can also confirm it."

"That's terrible, that's terrible."

Looking around, even the weakest of these demons is at least of the Lower Rank level.

The leading demons are the Upper Rank of the Twelve Kizuki!

Upper Rank Three, Shinri Masato.

Upper Rank Four, Hantengu.

Upper Rank Five, Gyokko.

Also included are Kamihito Ichi, whose eyes are etched with Upper Rank Six Riku, and Imamura, and even Dichai.

The other demons also exuded a terrifying aura, clearly not weak among the Lower Rank demons.

"If we could really destroy those swordsmith villages, Muzan would be very happy."

Dressed exactly as before, Shinri Masato looked every bit the gentleman, with a faint smile on his face.

"When I receive praise, will Muzan touch me with his hand?"

With a strange smile, Gyokko's tone became excited.

"I really want to leave soon, why can't we go faster?"

"Don't get excited, Gyokko. We still need to plan our respective battlefields."

"I'm very weak. Could you please arrange a swordsmith as my opponent?"

"Hantengu, can't you at least set a good example like Upper Rank?!"

With a cold snort, Imamura seemed to dislike what Hantengu was saying.

"Even a few Demon Slayer and swordsmiths are afraid of you, you might as well just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kamihito Ichi interrupted him.

"You shut up too, Imamura, and listen to me properly."

He closed the fan in his hand, then broke off a piece of twig and began to draw on the ground.

"According to the intelligence we have, most of the village members are swordsmiths, and only a small number are Demon Slayer."

"Then why don't we just charge in and slaughter them all?!"