From food to clothing, from preferences to the weather.
We chatted back and forth, having a great time.
The Scribe, on the other hand, became an outsider.
Somewhat amused and exasperated, the Scribe could only shake his head and walk towards his office.
After finding the room empty, he headed toward a lounge.
When she's not busy at work, Tamayo likes to find a quiet place to read.
After pushing the door open, I saw a slender figure sitting on the sofa.
"Tamayo, I'm back."
"Come back..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tamayo, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up.
When she saw her husband standing in front of her, a slight smile instantly appeared on her usually aloof face.
Welcome back.
"Um."
Without saying much, the Scribe simply responded with a smile.
He walked a few steps and sat down on the sofa, then pulled Tamayo into his arms.
"What book are you reading?"
"Imported products from overseas, related to human medicine."
He handed the book to the Scribe, who then casually flipped through it.
"Did someone upset you?"
Having lived together for hundreds of years, Tamayo can be said to be the person who understands the Scribe best in the world.
Even without saying a word, she sensed that something was wrong.
"I wouldn't say that, I'm just a little disappointed."
Without a flicker of emotion on his face, the Scribe simply said...
"It's just like what happened back then, all over again."
What happened back then?
With her beautiful brows furrowed, Tamayo lay in Scribe's arms, lost in thought for a long time.
"They kicked you out again?"
The time period that the Scribe refers to as "that year" must be at least a hundred years ago.
After careful consideration, Tamayo realized that only one thing met the criteria.
That was the aftermath of the "Kokushibo- ki-ification" incident.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's biological older brother, Tsugikuni Michikatsu, chose to become a demon in order to seek immortality and greater power.
Upon learning this news, most of the Demon Slayer Corps members, including the Pillars, demanded that Yoriichi apologize with a seppuku.
Fortunately, the then -Oyakata-sama rejected the proposal.
Nevertheless, Tsugikuni Yoriichi and Scribe were expelled from the Demon Slayer Corps.
It was precisely because of this incident that Scribe harbored resentment towards the Demon Slayer Corps.
Even though he was constantly hunting demons and frequently visited the Demon Slayer Corps Base, he did not hold any official position.
Even though Tsugikuni Yoriichi then, it couldn't erase the impact of this incident.
And now, the Scribe has been "driven away" once again.
The one who drove him away was none other than Tanjiro, whom he had helped many times before.
"Or, you could..."
She reached out and touched the Scribe's face, Tamayo eyes filled with tenderness.
Before he could finish speaking, he heard urgent knocking on the door from outside the room.
"Mister Scribe, I heard you're back?!"
Chapter 504 Turbulent Times, Peril Lurking Everywhere
As soon as she heard the voice, Tamayo knew who was outside the door.
Gyutaro.
Every time he heard that the Scribe had returned, he would rush over without stopping.
Sometimes, they would even barge into Tamayo's office to inquire about the veracity of the information.
Tamayo even had a special talk with him about this.
Judging from this, Gyutaro didn't take it to heart at all.
"That kid."
With a slight smile, Scribe shook her head at Tamayo, indicating that she shouldn't take it to heart.
After sighing, Tamayo nodded helplessly.
While Scribe got up to open the door, she sat up straight and straightened the wrinkles in her clothes.
After all, she always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor in front of Gyutaro and the others.
If her secret with the Scribe were discovered, she would lose all the authority she had worked so hard to build.
"What's wrong?"
Upon opening the door, the Scribe discovered that it was none other than Gyutaro standing outside.
Behind him followed Koume and Yushiro.
Even Koinatsu, who was just chatting with Mitsuri, came running over at this moment.
She was also holding an adorable kitten in her arms.
Chachamaru.
In the blink of an eye, all the members of the Scribe lineage had gathered outside the room.
Ah, no, it's all the ghosts.
"It's nothing, I just heard you were back and wanted to come see you."
With a chuckle, Gyutaro wore an embarrassed smile.
Koume, who was behind him, bypassed him and snuggled directly into Scribe's arms.
"Sir, I miss you so much. When will you take me out to play again?"
"I'll have time later, and I probably won't be away for such a long time again."
He Yushiro, as if he understood the meaning behind the Scribe's words.
Mister Scribe, has something happened with the Demon Slayer Corps?
"Come in and talk."
Carrying Koume into the room, Scribe gestured for the Gyutaro and the others to find seats.
After taking their seats, Koinatsu spoke first.
"Has something similar to what happened in the Entertainment District happened again?"
"No, this matter is much more serious than what happened on Entertainment District."
Upon hearing this, Koinatsu's eyes widened.
After the Red-light District Incident, she learned about the subsequent handling results and impact through various channels.
Now, the Scribe is saying that something has happened that is several times more serious than what happened on Entertainment District.
The grinning Gyutaro also stopped, his expression becoming calmer.
Koume obediently rested her head against Scribe's chest and listened quietly to him speak.
Yushiro frowned, pondering the various possibilities.
The Scribe then told them what had happened.
This includes his encounter with "brain food," the events that occurred in the Swordsmith Village, and his speculations about Dichai.
Finally, when he said that Tanjiro had "driven" him away, Gyutaro slammed his hand on the table.
"Hmph! I knew it! Those guys aren't trustworthy!"
Gyutaro was so strong that he smashed the solid wood table in half.
He clenched his fist and shouted.
"Sir, how about I go and chop off that brat's head to appease you?"
As he spoke, he began to stand up.
"Sit down!"
Grabbing Gyutaro's arm, Yushiro used considerable effort to push him back onto the sofa.
"Are you stupid? If the Mister Scribe wanted to kill Tanjiro, would he need you to lift a finger?"
That's right, brother, you should learn more from him.
Koume added insult to injury at just the right moment, Gyutaro so angry that he could only stand there muttering to himself with his arms crossed.
"But we can't just let that kid go like that. Didn't the Mister Scribe say that he was wronged?"
"So, what was that guy's purpose in framing the Mister Scribe?"
At this moment, Koinatsu suddenly interjected and said.
"It seems that the Brain Eater Demon has learned a lot by devouring the brains of Demon Slayer."
"Even so, his actions are still very strange."
"You know, he's a ghost."
With even greater confusion on his face, Gyutaro scratched his head and asked in bewilderment.
"Of course he's a ghost, what's the problem with that?"
"If it's a ghost, then why would it frame the Mister Scribe?"
Unable to bear it any longer, Koume spoke up and explained.
"Brother, don't forget that those guys are a bunch of idiots who would never use their brains if they could be dealt with by force."
At this point, Gyutaro finally realized what was going on.
That's right. Regardless of what the brain food is, as long as it's a ghost, it should be thinking about how to hunt humans and eat them.
Even if someone uses their brain, the most they can do is set a trap.
Their ultimate goal is still to prey on humans.
However, the practice of eating brain food completely violates the basic code of conduct of "ghosts".
Despite having so many puppets, they sacrificed them all just to take a few photos.
Moreover, all the evidence was destroyed afterwards.
It doesn't seem like the behavior of a predatory ghost.
It seems more like he did these things specifically to frame the Scribe.
But why would a ghost expend so much effort to do these things?
It's important to know that ghosts generally have a fixed range of activity and rarely wander to other places.
If that's the case, how did he manage to distribute these photos?
"It's just a ghost, not a human. Are you suggesting we publish it in the newspaper?"