"Aizetsu, stop looking so sad, smile quickly."
"It's tragic that none of the four of us could defeat that man."
With a sigh, Aizetsu held the cross-shaped spear, his face showing some dejection.
"Karaku, do you think that guy can win?"
Upon hearing Aizetsu's words, Karaku paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.
After a short while, he slowly spoke.
"That guy is strong, but I probably can't beat him."
"Shut up, don't say another word!"
He clenched his teeth, Jikan face contorted with rage.
"Not only were you killed once, but now you want to boost the morale of others?!"
Although he said that, he was clearly Jikan and knew that Urogi was right.
Even if the guy they summoned together was extremely unlikely to be a match for the Scribe.
However, Jikan believed that even if he was no match for them, he could still hold his own for a while.
Who are you?
One of the ghosts looked at the newly appeared ghosts filled with Jikan with some confusion.
After glancing at the other person, he remained silent, Jikan, and simply raised the tin staff in his hand.
A blinding flash of lightning struck the ghost that had spoken.
The electric current entered its body, and the ghost had no chance to react before it was charred.
Seeing this, the other ghosts all distanced themselves from the four ghosts, including Jikan.
They resort to violence at the slightest provocation; this is clearly Wolf Demon.
Seeing that Ji Nu Jikan, Urogi and the other two ghosts did not try to stop him.
Anyone would be unhappy to have their head chopped off.
For this ghost to show up at a time like this, it can only be said that it has no eyes to see.
Since I won't die anyway, I can just keep discharging electricity.
Karaku, in particular, walked over to the unlucky guy and kicked him a few times.
"Haha, what an interesting little guy."
Not far away, the tall man who had been talking to the Hantengu was leaning against a tree.
His eyes would occasionally fall on the four demons, including Jikan, as if he were thinking about something.
In comparison, things seemed quite peaceful on the Scribe's side.
By this time, he had already burned the note.
Beside him were several swordsmiths and knivesmen.
Originally, these people were all gathered at Tetsukawara Tessen's house.
However, due to the invasion of the ghosts, many people chose to scatter and flee in order to avoid disaster.
Many people died as a result, but some lucky ones have survived to this day.
The knife makers and swordsmen standing nearby were rescued from the demons by the Scribe.
Even though they survived, many of them had injuries.
Although not fatal, it has lost most of its fighting ability.
Therefore, the Scribe still could not let them take on the responsibility of guarding Tanjiro and the others.
He looked up at the night sky and quickly calculated the time.
"Is it still so long until sunrise?"
He shook his head, thinking that tonight might not be a big deal for him.
But for the others, it was the toughest battle they had ever fought since joining the Demon Slayer Corps.
"If things could just continue like this, I hope we could all peacefully reach dawn."
He sighed inwardly, but the Scribe himself knew that this was impossible.
Not to mention Gyokko and Hantengu, there's even that Shinri Masato, whose whereabouts are unknown.
Even those demons with the strength of the Lower Rank were not completely eliminated.
"After this battle, the Demon Slayer Corps' strength will be greatly reduced."
Chapter 485 Inawa and Hikaru
While the Scribe pondered what to do next, somewhere in the forest, a group of people dressed as warriors were talking.
Judging from their appearance, they had just been in a battle.
Many people have scars on their bodies, and some have even lost parts of their limbs.
Exhaustion and fear were written on their faces, and most of them would glance around from time to time, a sign of their apprehension.
Among this group of mostly middle-aged samurai, there were also a few young men.
Two of them were Hyakuya Inowa and Shinri Kōjin, whom the Scribe knew.
Although neither of them had lost any limbs, their faces were covered in blood.
The armor he wore was covered in grooves, as if it had been scratched out by some animal's claws.
Hyakuya Inowa's back had a scratch mark that had broken through his armor and pierced his skin.
Fortunately, no bones or internal organs were damaged.
Are we safe?
"Have no idea."
Faced with Shinri Kōjin's question, Hyakuya Inowa was not entirely certain.
"Those guys, are they what they call 'ghosts'?"
As he thought about what he had experienced before, a look of fear appeared on Shinri Kōjin's face.
"If our opponent is that kind of guy, no matter how many people we have, it won't be enough to kill them all; they're practically invincible!"
"I hastily covered Guangren's mouth Hyakuya Inowa whispered to him."
"Stop talking, everyone else knows about those monsters."
After observing the reactions of those around him and confirming that they were relatively stable, Inaha released his grip.
"Our team may seem calm, but we've reached a tipping point."
"What critical point?"
"The tipping point of collapse."
After a pause, Inawa answered.
"One wrong move and we might disband right here."
As members of different families, Hyakuya Inowa and Shinri Kōjin should not have been in the same team.
However, their respective family groups had long been decimated by the ghosts roaming the forest.
Other teams encountered similar situations, more or less being attacked by demons.
They formed this temporary team out of necessity, hoping to stick together and keep warm.
Even so, Hyakuya Inowa did not feel particularly at ease.
"That gentleman once told me that in this situation, I should never act rashly."
"Press down on Hikaru's head," Inawa said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"A person who is pushed to the extreme will do anything."
At this point, Hikaru understood what Inawa meant.
Just now, the mere sound of a gust of wind made many people grip their weapons tightly.
Some of the more aggressive individuals even drew their knives and warned others to stay away.
Everyone was on edge, and the so-called team members were nothing but a joke.
"But don't worry, I'll protect you if any emergency occurs."
As if sensing Hikaru's fear, Ina patted his chest and said.
"Leave everything to me."
Upon hearing Inako's words, Shinri Kōjin paused for a moment.
After a long while, he lowered his head and said.
"Why?"
"Hmm, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly?"
"Press your ear," Ina said, somewhat puzzled.
"A little bigger."
"I said, why did you save me?"
Looking up, Shinri Kōjin stared intently at Hyakuya Inowa, his tone extremely serious.
We don't belong to the same family, and our families aren't on friendly terms. Besides, you and I aren't close either.
"So, why did you say those things?"
Hyakuya Inowa's injuries were sustained while protecting Shinri Kōjin during their escape.
If Ina hadn't pulled Hikaru back, the latter would have been torn to pieces by the demon's attack long ago.
"Why?"
Upon hearing what Hikaru said, Hyakuya Inowa looked at him with a strange and puzzled expression.
Does this need a reason?
"Need."
Gritting his teeth, Shinri Kōjin's fist had clenched tightly without him even realizing it.
"This is very important to me."
Realizing that Hikaru wasn't joking, Hyakuya Inowa's expression gradually became serious.
"It's actually very simple. Although our two families don't get along, we are both human beings."
"Those guys are man-eating monsters, and they are our mortal enemies."
"Is there a problem with people helping each other?"
Speechless for a moment, Guangren didn't know how to refute.
He was just thinking that if they really encountered danger, he would push the others out as human shields to buy himself time to escape.
But after hearing Hyakuya Inowa's words, he suddenly felt his face burning.
"That's all? Not enough!"
He said it subconsciously, and even Shinri Kōjin himself didn't know he would say it that way.
"We might not even make it back alive, so don't give me that 'humanitarian' nonsense."
"Oh dear, why are you so stubborn?"
With a sigh, Inawa had no choice but to continue.
"Okay, then I'll choose another one."
"Speak quickly."