Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System From the Start, My Master is Tsugikuni

Sensing that the aura emanating from the other party was no weaker than his own, Kokushibo temporarily abandoned his intention to attack.

His kidneys, previously damaged by the Scribe, had already recovered, but the injuries Yoriichi had inflicted on him had yet to heal.

The damage Sun Breathing inflicted on demons was truly too powerful; even as Upper Rank One, he found it difficult to bear.

Facing a Sun Breathing swordsman who was no weaker than himself with such severe injuries, he was likely at risk of perishing.

What's more, he currently had no desire to fight.

With that thought, Kokushibo turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Before Kokushibo could take more than a few steps, the Scribe called out to him.

"Today, I am here at my master's request, appearing as a witness to history."

"But the next time we meet, I will be a Demon Slayer and will cut you down."

After listening, Kokushibo said nothing, merely took another step, and left the barren land.

After Kokushibo left, the Scribe bent down and wrapped Yoriichi's body in his clothes.

Although Yoriichi had never spoken of these matters, the Scribe intended to erect a tombstone for him.

The location had already been chosen.

After buying some food and water in the town, the Scribe left carrying Yoriichi's body on his back.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally arrived at the forest from his memories.

Compared to over seventy years ago, this forest had become more prosperous and vibrant.

Clear streams flowed through it, and verdant leaves hung high on the branches of the trees.

Occasionally, faint sounds could be heard – the calls of animals.

If one were to choose a final resting place, this would be a perfect choice.

Walking through the forest, the Scribe moved towards the depths.

Finally, he stopped in a clearing.

Not far ahead, there was a dilapidated wooden house, more than half rotted away.

It was evident that people had lived here once, but due to the passage of time, it had become this way.

The Scribe's target lay behind this wooden house.

There, two tombstones stood.

The tombstones were covered in dust, clearly indicating that no one had visited for a long time.

But faintly, the inscriptions on them could still be seen.

"Yoriichi's Wife, Yoriichi's Son."

This was once the place where Yoriichi and his wife had lived.

And it was here, many years ago, that the Scribe had been found by Yoriichi.

Back then, the young Scribe had used his own eyes to record the process of the tombstones being erected.

From that point on, his own magnificent life had begun.

Setting down the backpack on his back, the Scribe went to the stream to fetch some water.

He wet his cloth and carefully wiped the two tombstones.

Afterward, the Scribe found a suitable stone.

His Nichirin Blade was unsheathed, and the hard granite was cut as easily as if it were cheese.

After cutting the stone to the appropriate size, the Scribe used a tall tree to make a coffin.

Once the coffin was made, he placed Yoriichi's body inside.

There was no expression of pain on Yoriichi's face; only a calmness as if it were yesterday.

Upon closer inspection, perhaps there was a hint of faint sadness and loneliness.

Clasping his hands together, the Scribe bowed to Yoriichi.

Then, he slowly closed the coffin lid and placed it into the hole he had dug beforehand.

Handful after handful, the Scribe filled the hole with his own hands.

Finally, a tombstone made of granite was erected on top.

Holding his Nichirin Blade, the Scribe carved several large characters onto it.

"Tomb of My Master, Tsugikuni Yoriichi."

Although it was only a few characters, the Scribe infused them with the energy unique to Sun Breathing.

Though not much, it was enough to instill a sense of aversion in the hearts of demons, thus preventing them from disturbing this place.

After finishing, the Scribe took a few steps back and sat down in front of the three tombstones.

I've returned Master Yoriichi to you, his wife, and my junior brother whom I've yet to meet.

May your family live happily and beautifully in another world.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, making a soft sound.

The small river flowed, its gentle current tapping against the pebbles with a crisp splash.

It was as if Yoriichi's spirit in heaven was responding to the Scribe.

After a long while, the Scribe stood up and walked out of the forest.

Now, he was alone.

But his own story was far from over.

He had no idea that he would meet an old acquaintance in the next place.

Chapter 50: The Demon Who Stole Corpses, Goodbye Tamayo

Leaving the forest, the Scribe arrived at a small town nearby to rest.

He went into a small eatery and ordered some food.

After eating for a while, a large man suddenly came in from outside.

With the restaurant owner's permission, he stood in the middle of the hall and shouted.

"Excuse me, everyone, please listen to me."

"I'm from Faye Village. Our village has recently been plagued by strange thefts, and I hope you can help us solve it."

However, after he finished speaking, not a single person in the room was willing to pay him any attention.

In this era, people died all the time; it was hard enough to take care of oneself, let alone worry about others.

Initially, the Scribe didn't pay much attention to such matters.

But then, a few sentences reached his ears.

From the casual conversations at nearby tables, the Scribe overheard some rumors about the strange occurrences in Faye Village.

Some said they had seen a figure running through the wasteland, carrying a cow's leg.

Others said that their cousin's cousin's third uncle had encountered a beautiful woman in the fields near that village.

Even more claimed to have seen unfamiliar patterns in the night sky.

Everyone's account was slightly different, with dozens of overlapping rumors making it impossible to discern the truth.

But the Scribe found a few key points.

Beautiful woman, food, strange patterns.

Based on his deductions, that woman was most likely a demon.

It was just that for some reason, she wasn't feeding on living people, but instead doing this.

Stealing corpses?

A possibility surfaced in his mind, and the Scribe found it hard to believe.

It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

Muttering a sentence in his heart, he then stood up and walked towards the large man.

Seeing that someone was interested, the man's dark face was filled with joy, and he immediately told the Scribe all about the strange events.

It was largely similar to what he had heard before: multiple people discovered that their dead livestock had been stolen.

Whenever they tried to pursue, they would feel a sudden drowsiness, followed by fainting.

A few days later, the skeletons of the stolen animals were found in the nearby wasteland.

After telling the Scribe about the matter, the man urgently asked if he was willing to help them.

As he was thinking, the system's voice suddenly entered the Scribe's mind.

Beep, a villager has sent you a request, do you accept?

"Accept."

After accepting, the Scribe also received the specific details of the mission.

Mission: Travel to Faye Village and uncover the truth behind the thieving demon.

Upon receiving this message, the Scribe's eyes narrowed slightly.

This mission was different from previous ones; it didn't explicitly state that he needed to kill the demon.

His premonition grew stronger. After paying the bill, he set off for the village.

It took him about half a day to reach the village the burly man had mentioned.

From a villager, he learned the approximate location where the strange events had occurred.

In the wasteland northwest of the village, near a cemetery.

As he got closer, the Scribe felt the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees.

A unique scent also seemed to linger in the air.

Although the smell was faint, its distinct fragrance was firmly imprinted in the Scribe's memory.

In his memory, there was only one demon who used scent as its ability.

However, to guard against another possibility, the Scribe remained prepared.

If the other party showed hostility towards him, he would decapitate them in an instant.

Before long, he arrived at the wasteland next to the graveyard.

The first thing he saw were animal skeletons scattered all over the ground.

Skulls, leg bones, rib cages, forearm bones.

The situation looked even more severe than the strong man had described.

After a brief examination, the Scribe found some information on a bone.

Though subtle, he found some bite marks on it.

He picked up a lump of mud and smeared it onto the bone.

In this way, the Scribe created a relatively simple tooth mark model.

From this tooth mark model, he obtained a lot of useful information.

Firstly, the tooth mark was relatively small, making it highly probable that it belonged to a female's teeth.

Secondly, among these tooth marks, there were four deeper ones.

An ordinary person seeing this spot might be confused, or even suspect they had made a mistake.

But for the Scribe, it was something he was all too familiar with.

Without a doubt, these were demon tooth marks.