The Librarian Saves the Day / The Samurai Reappear (4,000 Words)

"Careful!"

He felt a chill run down his spine and, without thinking, lunged to the side.

At the same time, a cross-shaped spear grazed past her clothes.

"Bite!"

The sharp spear pierced straight through the floor, embedding itself deep within.

"It's so sad that they have to come back."

It was Aizetsu who threw the spear. As he drew a new spear from his hand, he slowly walked toward Tanjiro.

"Karaku, stop playing."

"Okay, okay."

Holding up his fan, Karaku chuckled and said.

"You guys seem to be having a lot of fun, how about I join in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the fan hard.

A tremendous Wind Pressure swept in, instantly engulfing Tanjiro and his two companions.

They didn't even last a second before they all collapsed to the ground.

I felt like all the bones in my body were about to be crushed, and I was completely unable to move.

Chapter 481 The Scribe Saves the Day

A mark also appeared on the floor of the room.

It looks like a completely enlarged version of the fan in Karaku's hand.

"They're quite resilient."

Unable to contain his joy, Karaku waved his fan again.

At that moment, the floor couldn't hold up anymore.

It shattered with a crash along that maple leaf-shaped mark.

Meanwhile, Tanjiro and his two companions, who were at the center of the Wind Pressure, fell to the next level.

"I'm so happy, it's so much fun."

With each wave of the fan, the Karaku released increasingly stronger Wind Pressure.

Tanjiro and the other two had no time to react before they were once again pinned to the floor.

It shattered, fell, shattered again, and fell again.

After repeating this several times, the three of them finally fell to the bottom of the house.

Their eyes were rolled back, and they had already lost consciousness.

"How about that, Jikan, I did a pretty good job, didn't I?"

"What's there to be happy about? I'm just furious!"

He Jikan coldly, showing no interest in Karaku's attempt to take credit.

"If you had acted sooner, these guys wouldn't have had to resort to so many tricks."

"Don't be angry, it's all resolved now, right?"

Standing on the rooftop, now reduced to ruins, Karaku looked down at the three people below and grinned.

"So, one person, one of them, for the final blow?"

He didn't speak, but instead held a tin staff in each hand, his Jikan.

Judging from the direction he was pointing, it was Tanjiro.

He must have disliked this kid very much.

"Then I'll choose that girl. Make sure I get plenty of food later."

Karaku said with a grin, mimicking the action of fanning himself.

"That kid was Aizetsu; he didn't look appetizing."

"It's tragic that they don't even have the right to be chosen."

Taking out a new cross-shaped spear, Aizetsu prepared to throw it.

The target was Genya Shinazugawa's head.

Since stabbing his chest and abdomen earlier failed to kill him, stabbing his brain should surely kill him.

"Speaking of which, what about Urogi?"

Suddenly, Karaku said with some confusion.

"It was just hitting a wall; such an injury should have healed by now."

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard a voice behind them.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

A black ball fell from the sky, Karaku instinctively reached out to catch it.

Upon closer inspection, their eyes widened instantly.

What he held in his hand was not a sphere at all, but the head of Urogi that was mentioned earlier!

Judging from his astonished expression, he seemed to have no idea why he was dying.

"Who has such strength?!"

The first reaction of Jikan was not to think about why Urogi died.

What he was considering was who possessed the power to kill Urogi without being detected by his three demons.

Could it be that...?

A bad feeling welled up inside him, and his expression turned furious.

"The Scribe!"

Turning around abruptly, they saw Scribe standing not far away, smiling at the three of them.

At his feet, Urogi's headless corpse was still bleeding.

"How did you get here!"

Pointing his staff at the Scribe, he asked Jikan in a loud voice.

"I'm furious! I'm absolutely furious! Our intelligence didn't mention you at all!"

"Don't get agitated or Jikan."

"Shrug, "the Scribe said.

"If I said I was a great prophet who could know your movements in advance, would you believe me?"

"Are you kidding me!"

He clenched his teeth tightly, clearly showing his Jikan and dissatisfaction with the Scribe's answer.

He believed that the Scribe was mocking them and completely disregarding him.

"That lord once said, 'The power of the Scribe is beyond our ability to deal with.'"

Ai Jue's expression darkened Aizetsu upon seeing Scribe.

It seems that the thought of retreating has already begun to emerge.

Urogi is dead, Jikan. Look at us...

Before he could finish speaking, Karaku burst into laughter and rushed towards the Scribe.

"I'm so excited and happy! Meeting the Scribe is such a wonderful thing today!"

While shouting, Karaku fanned himself with the fan in his hand.

A tremendous Wind Pressure blew towards the Scribe, attempting to crush him to the ground, just as it had done to Tanjiro and the others before.

However, the Scribe merely swung the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

A fiery red slash flew in and easily "cut" the invisible Wind Pressure in two.

Although wind is invisible to the naked eye, that does not mean it does not exist.

Since it exists, the Scribe is confident that he can cut it open.

Seeing his attack easily blocked, Karaku was not surprised but delighted.

"Let me experience it a little longer!"

His voice stopped abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

"You're so noisy, Karaku."

The Scribe's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.

"Pfft"

A streak of blood slowly appeared on Karaku's neck, followed by a spurt of blood.

A large amount of blood gushed from his neck, like a blood-red fountain.

Immediately afterwards, Karaku's head fell off his neck.

After rolling a few times, it stopped at the Scribe's feet.

"Run!"

After shouting, he threw the tin staff in his hand in Jikan.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run away, but in terms of ability alone, he was the most suitable person to stay.

With his ability to control lightning, he could completely paralyze the Scribe's body, thus buying time.

Chapter 482 The Samurai Reappears (4000 words)

Huge amounts of blood gushed from their necks, spurting their heads into the air.

At the same time, his body, Jikan and Aizetsu, lost control and collapsed to the ground.

At this point, all four clones that split off from Hantengu were "dead".

Of course, the Scribe was also well aware that doing so would not completely kill the Hantengu.

Even before the battle began, the main body of the Hantengu, which had split into four clones including Jikan, had already fled the area.

"Cowardly Demon, huh?"

Looking down into the forest shrouded in darkness, he knew that searching there would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

As long as the Cowardly Demon's head is intact, it will never randomly jump out and let itself be found.

After a moment's thought, the Scribe gave up on the idea of searching for the "Cowardly Demon".

He had already noticed Tanjiro and the others who had fallen unconscious; without the ability to fight, they were like fish on a chopping board.

If a few ghosts come here while I'm away...

The consequences for those three people are predictable.

This is a real world, not the one I saw in my past life, which was predetermined.

Anything is possible; all beings have their own consciousness.

With a leap, the Scribe walked to Tanjiro and the other two and began to check their identities.

I don't know if it was because Karaku deliberately spared their lives, wanting to continue tormenting them a little more.

Although Tanjiro and the others appeared to be seriously injured, they actually suffered mostly superficial wounds.

As for the bones and internal organs, they have not been damaged to the point of being life-threatening.

"This can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."