Training Begins (Don't Read-Work in Progress) / Defeating Yuichiro

"Wait a minute, something's not right!"

Upon closer inspection, Uichirou noticed that some things were quite strange.

At this moment, Muiichiro was holding a wooden sword and standing there with great difficulty.

There were large stains on his face and clothes.

His clothes were soaked through at the chest, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Oh, a newcomer has arrived."

At this moment, the Scribe suddenly turned his head and looked at the location where Tanjiro and the other two were.

He grinned and gave the three of them a friendly smile.

"Now that we're here, let's begin training."

Chapter 459 Training Begins (Do not read yet, still being finalized)

As he approached, Uichirou quickly began to examine Muiichiro's body.

"Muiichiro, how are you? Are you alright?"

Although he usually ignored Muiichiro, he always said that Muiichiro good in this way or that this part was not good.

But this does not mean that Uichirou dislikes his younger brother.

The truth is quite the opposite; Uichirou always regarded his younger brother as someone more important than his own life.

Why are you here?

Upon seeing Uichirou appear here, Muiichiro was taken aback at first, and then spoke.

"I'm fine, I'm just too tired."

"Too tired?"

Grabbing Muiichiro's wrist, Uichirou realized that his younger brother was somewhat exhausted.

What kind of being could make a pillar so weak that it would be exhausted?

After glancing at the Scribe not far away, Uichirou already had his answer.

"Is this what they call training?"

He knew Muiichiro's strength very well; he was no weaker than himself, and might even be a bit stronger.

Even a swordsman of such skill was rendered powerless before the Scribe.

In contrast, the Scribe was neither red-faced nor out of breath, and there was not much dust on his body.

It's obvious at a glance who is stronger between the two.

"You take a rest first, leave the rest to me."

"You can't win."

Although Muiichiro wanted to say he was fine, he knew very well that he didn't have the strength to continue fighting.

"Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we've played."

After leading Muiichiro to a shady spot, Uichirou returned and picked up the wooden sword.

"Oh? They changed the person?"

Seeing that his "opponent" had changed to Uichirou, the Scribe smiled and said.

"Don't rush, let me say a few words to Tanjiro and the others."

As he spoke, he addressed the children beside him.

"Kotetsu, can we let them use Yoriichi Zero Type?"

"Of course, Mister Scribe."

The boy named Kotetsu wore Hannya Mask and looked to be only about ten years old.

He agreed to the Scribe's request without much hesitation.

Nodding, the Scribe spoke to Tanjiro and Nezuko.

"Alright, your next opponent is this 'mechanical puppet'."

At this moment, Tanjiro and Nezuko finally saw clearly what the so-called "mechanical doll" was.

The figure that was standing next to Scribe and Kotetsu just now was this guy.

The mask on his face was very human-like, and the clothes he wore were not much different from usual.

Her high ponytail was black with a hint of red, and she seemed to be wearing a pair of earrings.

The only thing that's puzzling is that this mechanical puppet seems to have six arms.

"Mister Scribe, why does this doll have six arms?"

"Because without six hands, it is impossible to imitate 'that person's' swordsmanship."

With a smile, the Scribe then pointed to the mechanical puppet and said...

"You can call it 'Yoriichi Zero Type,' which was created by this child, Kotetsu's ancestor."

"The swordsman is based on a real historical figure, but from the Warring States period more than 300 years ago."

"However, the upper limit that Yoriichi Zero Type can demonstrate is not very high, after all, he did not perfectly inherit 'that person's' sword skills."

At this point, the Scribe shrugged.

"But for you now, that's enough."

As he spoke, he patted Kotetsu on the back, signaling him to activate the puppet.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tanjiro asked curiously.

"Mister Scribe, you just said that this doll was made by Kotetsu's ancestor?"

"That's right, his ancestor made another one, but I chopped it into pieces."

Tanjiro's lips twitched violently, and he gave Tanjiro an expression that said, "I don't quite believe it."

"Then why do you know so much about this?"

Why do I know this so clearly?

When he heard the question, the Scribe was clearly taken aback.

Just as he was pondering how to answer the question, a black figure flew out from the forest not far away.

"You were the Muiichiro just now, weren't you? Do you know that he can 'pilla'?"

The figure belonged to a Kasugai Crow, and judging from its somewhat shrill voice, it seemed to be a rare female Kasugai Crow.

"You're such a grown man, don't you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

"Muiichiro is a descendant of the original Breathing user. Do you even understand the significance of that?"

"Apologize! If you know what's good for you, apologize right now!"

The Scribe recognized the Kasugai Crow as Ginza, whose identity was similar to that of Black Feather, who followed him.

"Hehe."

With a smile, the Scribe did not answer Tanjiro's question, but simply walked towards the Ginza.

As he walked, he reached out, trying to grab the other person.

"Tch~"

With a very human-like disdain, Ginza flapped its wings, as if it wanted to fly away.

But as soon as she left the ground, a large hand grabbed her wing.

"So fast?"

By the time Ginza realized she had been captured, Scribe's face was already in her sight.

"Little crow, I have a few things to correct you on."

The Scribe held up his finger, making the number "three" in front of it.

"First of all, there's nothing special about the pillar. Whether it's the pillar or Gui, there's not one I wouldn't dare to fight."

"Second,"

Chapter 460 Defeating Uichirou

Tanjiro and Nezuko were still in shock, their minds still replaying the image of the Scribe.

Seeing this, the Scribe asked Kotetsu to wait a while.

He then walked up to Uichirou and made a somewhat provocative gesture.

"Let them attack!"

"Good."

Nodding, Uichirou took a deep breath and began to observe carefully.

Although the Scribe's target wasn't him, he still felt a lot of pressure.

This was also the first time he had experienced the Scribe's imposing presence so closely.

"Truly, it's a terrifying existence."

Even though the other person was smiling at him, Uichirou felt his breathing become rapid.

An invisible pressure emanated from the Scribe, pressing down on him like a boulder.

"Is this the feeling that Muiichiro just experienced?"

His chest heaved, but Uichirou's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

His swordsman instincts told him that this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Attack!"

After an unknown amount of time, Uichirou been silent, suddenly roared.

Immediately afterward, he lunged forward, closing the distance between himself and the Scribe.

The hands holding the knife lowered slightly, and the tip of the knife pointed slightly towards the ground.

"Want to use an uppercut?"

With a calm smile, the Scribe simply raised the wooden knife in his hand and slammed it down heavily.

Uichirou knew very well that although his swordsmanship was superb, it was definitely not on the same level as the Scribe's.

In terms of physical strength, I, being still young, am no match for him.

The best way is to end the battle with a "blitzkrieg".

But the Scribe had clearly anticipated his scheme and actually intended to use force to suppress him.

"Such a fast reaction speed!"

His Uichirou hadn't expected that the Scribe would be able to see through his thoughts in such a short time.

He even came up with corresponding solutions.

There was no way to change tactics at this point, Uichirou could only raise his wooden sword and take the blow from the Scribe.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, two wooden swords slammed into Uichirou's shoulders.

The sudden, immense force struck him, and before he could adjust his body, he fell to the ground.

The Scribe showed no mercy, kicking Uichirou the abdomen with his right foot.

In the critical moment, Uichirou chose to throw away the wooden sword in his hand and curl up his whole body.

With arms outstretched in front of him, he was ready to defend himself like a hedgehog.

His already somewhat slender build further reduced the area of impact to an extreme degree.