Tanjiro raised his hands, as if he wanted to say something.
"What? Tanjiro, do you think this training is too easy and want to increase the difficulty?"
With a look of surprise on his face, the Scribe put his arm around Tanjiro's neck and said...
"You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"
He clenched his fist and waved it in front of Tanjiro as if unintentionally.
Seeing this, Tanjiro swallowed hard and forced a helpless smile.
"Um, I have no objection."
"That's good!"
With a clap of his hands, the Scribe spoke to Kotetsu.
"Go to the warehouse and get the wooden stick. Replace it as soon as possible."
"Time is of the essence, we need to get started as soon as possible!"
And so, Tanjiro's "training" began.
On the first day, he was nearly beaten to death by Yoriichi Zero Type was now armed with a large wooden stick.
No matter how many times he struggles to get up, the end result is always the same.
He was hit in the chest and abdomen 126 times.
He was hit in the limbs 281 times.
He was knocked down a total of sixty-two times.
The next day, Tanjiro was still powerless against Yoriichi Zero Type.
Without enough water and food, and without proper rest, his "battle record" was even worse than the first day.
The same thing happened on the third day.
The fourth day was the same.
Day 5...
"Bang!"
Tanjiro managed to block the giant club with his arm, but he was still blasted away by the immense force.
The flying body resembled an eraser, leaving a scratch on the ground that was several meters long.
"You're so slow, Mr. Tanjiro! This is unacceptable!"
Seeing this, the sharp-tongued Kotetsu couldn't help but start criticizing.
"This is just with a stick; if it were a real knife, he'd be dead already."
The Scribe standing to the side also laughed heartily and said...
"We're switching to real swords tomorrow, Tanjiro, you don't have much time left."
With his hands supporting him on the ground, Tanjiro, panting heavily, wanted to shout.
"Who said a wooden stick can't kill someone?"
"I'm about to... I'm about to be beaten to death!"
Under the Scribe's deliberate restrictions, Tanjiro has not eaten or drunk anything for the past five days.
If a person doesn't drink water for about three days, they will become dehydrated and die.
Tanjiro survived only thanks to the morning dew and the rain on the third day.
Even so, he has already reached his limit.
Tanjiro is on the verge of death.
Chapter 462 The Sword from Three Hundred Years Ago
The amount of exercise was terrifying; they almost stopped drinking water, completely stopped eating, and didn't sleep or rest.
In addition, his body was already exhausted from constant injuries.
Most importantly, Kotetsu often verbally Tanjiro, bringing magical attacks to him.
"Thump"
Tanjiro crashed headfirst into the ground and immediately lost consciousness.
"Tanjiro- nii!"
Upon seeing Tanjiro faint, Nezuko immediately tried to run over to check on him.
But she had only run a few steps when she was stopped by Scribe.
"People don't only act when they are awake."
Looking directly at the unconscious Tanjiro, the Scribe spoke calmly.
"The will to live will become his motivation and his instinct."
With that, the Scribe gestured for Kotetsu to stop the Yoriichi Zero Type.
Just when Nezuko thought Tanjiro could finally rest, Kotetsu walked over, dragging a small cart.
On the cart were six extremely sharp knives.
"Change it on, and then continue."
His tone was completely indifferent; the Scribe showed no mercy whatsoever, even though Tanjiro had fainted.
"Yes, Mister Scribe."
"Mister Scribe, this is far too harsh!"
Standing up, Nezuko tried to stop Kotetsu, ignoring the Scribe's advice.
"Bang"
He delivered a karate chop to Nezuko's neck, knocking her to the ground.
After placing Nezuko under a tree, the Scribe returned to his original seat.
"Grow up quickly."
His pupils were completely still, and no one knew what the Scribe was thinking.
Soon, the replacement of the Kotetsu was completed, and the Yoriichi Zero Type was restarted.
"Start."
No sooner had he finished speaking Yoriichi Zero Type took action once more.
Wielding six swords, they all slashed at Tanjiro in unison.
Tanjiro, who was in a coma, obviously did not notice this.
In his dream, he felt as if he were about to cross the Sanzu River.
I walked on the bridge with mixed feelings, neither good nor bad.
But he was so hungry that he hadn't walked more than a few steps before he plunged into the river.
The river was dark and murky, yet surprisingly warm.
Tanjiro felt as if he were being squeezed and pushed by many hands, and he had no idea where he had drifted off to.
At that moment, he suddenly saw something glowing underwater.
A slightly pungent smell wafted from there, and it seemed to clear my head considerably.
Subconsciously, Tanjiro swam closer to that spot.
The closer you get, the more obvious the feeling of being bound becomes.
Tanjiro twisted his body as he reached out to grab it.
Finally, he clenched the glowing stone in his hand.
The smell coming from above grew stronger and stronger.
The brain gradually began to clear.
Not only that, but a familiar voice, whose name I couldn't recall, also came from the stone.
"Wake up, Tanjiro, wake up."
While he was wondering what was going on, a bright light suddenly flew out from the stone and pierced Tanjiro's chest.
The already strong smell instantly filled his nasal cavity.
Under intense pain, Tanjiro instinctively closed his eyes.
"Wake up!"
The thunderous sound echoed in my mind once again.
"!"
Suddenly opening his eyes, Tanjiro found that what appeared before him was no longer a rock from the bottom of the water.
"Wake up! Tanjiro!"
"Use everything you have to feel that scent!"
The Scribe's voice came from behind him, and the wound on his chest told him that this was not a dream.
Before him, Yoriichi Zero Type was already in a fighting stance, brandishing its weapon and charging towards him.
"Use your sense of smell to find that spot, and cut it!"
The Scribe's voice came again, and at the same time, Tanjiro seemed to have noticed something as well.
"What... is this smell?"
"It's unlike any other smell I've ever had before; it's a smell I've never experienced before."
A strange feeling welled up from the depths of his heart, and Tanjiro seemed to understand something.
"I cannot completely dodge this attack."
"However, I am not without any defense."
"Swing a faster, more powerful blow and end it all!"
With all his might, Tanjiro desperately squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body.
With the fastest speed he had ever used, he slashed heavily at Yoriichi Zero Type's neck.
"Bang!"
At the moment when the six swords were only ten centimeters away from him, Tanjiro's attack arrived first.
He could even feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from the blade.
The moment Tanjiro struck Yoriichi's Yoriichi Zero Type neck, Yoriichi's movements came to an abrupt halt.
Large cracks also spread along the neck.
The weapon in his hand snapped in two, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
"Snap!"
With a crisp cracking sound, Tanjiro felt a sharp pain coming from his buttocks.
"Ugh!"
He threw away the broken knife and curled up, clutching his buttocks.
"It hurts so much, it feels like I'm being pierced through."
At that moment, a tall figure appeared in front of him.
"The Mister Scribe?"
Gasping for breath, Tanjiro looked at the man in front of him and asked.
Did I succeed?