The Scribe kicked Uichirou hard in the arm, sending him flying toward the trees behind him.
Flying backwards in the air, Uichirou tried his best to calm his surging blood and stretch out his body.
A tingling sensation ran through his arms, showing just how much power the Scribe's kick had contained.
Just then, a black light appeared in Uichirou's field of vision.
"Waaaaah"
The piercing sound of wind cutting through the air made his skin sting.
In the blink of an eye, the black light was already close.
It was less than half a meter away from his eyes.
"That's... my wooden sword?"
Only then did he realize that the object was the wooden knife he had just dropped.
He glanced at the Scribe out of the corner of his eye, Uichirou immediately understood.
"As expected of the Mister Scribe."
Just now, after the Scribe kicked himself away with force, he did not stand still and wait.
Instead, he grabbed his wooden sword, spun it around once, and then flung it out forcefully.
"How could I have been defeated in just a few moves?"
A sense of powerlessness washed over him, Uichirou could do was hold his still-recovering arms in front of his face.
The next moment, a sharp pain shot through my heart.
He was sent flying backward at an even faster speed, crashing directly into a thick tree.
"Click~"
The tree trunk, as big as a bowl, broke, but Uichirou's body showed no sign of stopping.
After First Form of cracking sounds, he finally stopped with a dull thud.
Upon seeing this, Muiichiro was about to get up when he saw the Scribe make a gesture towards him.
At this point, he had no choice but to give up.
The birds in the woods had already flown away because of the commotion, and their cries echoed everywhere.
Looking at the dust slowly rising in the distance, Scribe felt that he might have overslept.
"Calm down, calm down, it's just a beast, I can't get so worked up."
He muttered a few words to himself, took a few deep breaths, and calmed his restless heart.
After a long while, Uichirou finally emerged shakily from the dust.
"I've learned a lot, Mister Scribe."
His face and body were covered in scratches, his right hand was covering his stomach, and his face had an unhealthy flush.
Uichirou looked extremely disheveled, but his eyes still held a fierce fighting spirit.
"Looks like you've made some progress?"
"Yes, it was very rewarding."
Nodding, a slight smile appeared on Uichirou's face.
"Elder Brother!"
Seeing that Uichirou was not in any danger, Muiichiro quickly went to his side and helped him up.
"I'm fine."
Faced with his younger brother's concern, Uichirou, unusually, did not speak harshly, but instead spoke gently.
"I'm sorry to have worried you, Muiichiro."
With Muiichiro's help, Uichirou sat down on a nearby rock and began to rest.
The Scribe did not kill him, and his injuries were not serious.
With the help of Breathing Technique, you can recover in a relatively short time.
But more importantly, he needs to use this time to understand and appreciate what he has "learned".
The battle was short, but Uichirou had already learned a lot.
"Which of you two is next?"
After defeating the Muiichiro and Uichirou brothers in succession, the Scribe turned to look at Tanjiro and Nezuko.
Judging from his appearance, he hadn't even sweated much, let alone exerted all his strength.
In other words, the battle just now might not even qualify as a battle in the eyes of the Scribe.
"Well, I think..."
After blinking rapidly a few times, Tanjiro finally snapped out of his shock.
Muiichiro and Uichirou are already very strong; I might only be able to withstand a dozen or so moves from them.
Even such a powerful swordsman couldn't last ten seconds against the Scribe before being defeated.
Although Tanjiro doesn't dislike training, he naturally shook his head desperately when faced with such high intensity, as he has no masochistic tendencies.
As for Nezuko, it was even less likely that she would accept it.
"Alright, I'm tired too."
After glancing at the two men, the Scribe didn't say anything more, simply tossing aside the wooden knife in his hand.
"Then you can train using the 'Yoriichi Zero Type'."
"Especially Tanjiro, he might have unexpected benefits for your training of the Dance of the Fire God."
"Really, Mister Scribe?"
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro's eyes lit up immediately.
At this point, he was much stronger than he was at the same point in the original story.
I also heard or learned about many things from the Scribe.
Tanjiro was also very clear about the relationship between his family's "Dance of the Fire God" and the initial breathing technique "Sun Breathing".
At this moment, the Scribe's words had piqued his interest.
"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."
With a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, Scribe said with a smile.
"However, there is still a small problem at the moment."
"What's the problem?"
"Exactly, you probably can't even withstand one move from Yoriichi Zero Type."
Chapter 461 Tanjiro on the Verge of Death
Twenty seconds later, Tanjiro, still shaken, looked at Yoriichi Zero Type not far away and fell silent.
After the Scribe uttered those words, he prepared himself.
Immediately afterwards, Kotetsu inserted the key and started Yoriichi Zero Type.
Tanjiro thought he could at least block a few attacks, but he was stunned by the storm of attacks.
No matter how hard he tried to dodge, he couldn't escape the dense web of attacks formed by the six hands.
It took ten seconds from when I stood in that position to when Kotetsu activated the mechanical puppet.
In the next three seconds, he was no longer able to judge the trajectory of the attack.
Five seconds later, Yoriichi Zero Type's sword was already slashing towards his neck.
If it weren't for the timely intervention of the Scribe who pulled him out, Tanjiro would probably be beheaded.
He touched his neck and shrank back in fear.
"Let's replace the real knife with a big wooden stick first."
"Don't worry, a wooden stick won't kill you."
After observing for a moment, the Scribe patted Tanjiro on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Now, do you still want to stick to your point of view?"
"I..."
At that moment, Tanjiro finally understood that what the Scribe had just said was not an exaggeration.
With his current strength, he really couldn't withstand a single complete move from Yoriichi Zero Type.
During this time, Scribe also had Kotetsu change the movement mode of the mechanical puppet.
"Adjust Tanjiro; just choose the weakest level."
"Yes, Mister Scribe."
Nodding, Kotetsu then squatted down, grabbed the doll's wrists and fingers, and began to twist them.
Rotate counterclockwise three times, then clockwise five times.
With a series of crisp clicking sounds, Yoriichi Zero Type started moving again.
However, this time his posture has changed quite a bit compared to before.
"Adjustments should be made based on the swordsman's current strength; otherwise, it wouldn't be considered true combat training."
That's it.
After adjusting, Kotetsu nodded and looked at Tanjiro, saying...
"However, Tanjiro- san's strength is really quite weak."
"In my opinion, he always acts based on his own habits first."
"Letting the opponent launch an attack and then making a judgment is not a viable approach."
Hearing a ten-year-old child criticize him only Tanjiro, who was already deeply hurt, feel even more depressed.
However, on the other hand, Kotetsu's analysis of himself was indeed very accurate.
In many ways, they understand things even more deeply than he does himself.
"I suddenly had an idea."
Raising his right hand, Kotetsu suddenly said excitedly.
"I've read in books that 'you can only survive by putting yourself in a life-or-death situation,' so why don't we do the same when training Mr. Tanjiro?"
"What's the meaning?"
A bad feeling gradually formed in Tanjiro. He looked at Kotetsu, afraid that his next words would make him completely despair.
"Interesting, I agree."
With a laugh, the Scribe also agreed with the plan.
"Perhaps we should stop feeding and drinking him until Tanjiro is completely corrected."
As he spoke, he nodded to himself.
"Okay, that's settled then."
"As for Nezuko, she can move around freely as long as she completes her daily tasks."
Upon hearing the vast difference between himself and Nezuko, Tanjiro froze on the spot.
"Agreed!"
Waving his hands, Kotetsu said excitedly.
I will definitely keep a close eye on Tanjiro and make sure he doesn't steal a single grain of food or a single drop of water.
"Um, there's something I want to say..."