Swordmaster Tanjiro Kamado / The Counterattack Begins

"A masterpiece of brain food and Dichai type of vegetable)?"

Looking around, the Scribe surveyed the enemies around him.

Just then, a voice came.

"Mister Scribe, it's been a long time."

As several figures appeared, the Scribe spoke calmly.

"So it was you guys."

"Rokuya sends his greetings on behalf of Lord Dichai."

The figure that appeared before them was none other than Rokuya and the other ghosts they had encountered in the Entertainment District.

"It seems that the Tonryoku did not drain them dry in the blood pool."

Looking at the demons beside Rokuya, he saw that, apart from the one he had killed, they were all gathered there.

"The fact that you're here means you've also mastered the Breathing Technique."

Rokuya smiled slightly and nodded.

"Each of us has mastered a Breathing Technique, and a very strong one at that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rokuya drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.

"Thunder Breathing * Fifth Form * Nether Thunder"

A black, lightning-shaped slash flew out, carrying scorching heat, and slammed towards the Scribe's face.

"Type 5?"

Seeing Rokuya's slash, Scribe raised an eyebrow.

"If Zenitsu saw this, he would probably cry."

The next second, the attack of the Nether Thunder struck the Scribe.

A cloud of smoke and dust rose up, obscuring the Scribe's figure.

Is he dead?

"How could that be? That's the Scribe."

Rokuya shook his head, his eyes filled with even more caution.

"If he died so easily, Lord Dichai would probably laugh himself to death."

"Rokuya, you do have some self-awareness."

The Scribe's voice suddenly rang out, followed by the swing of the Nichirin Blade, which created a strong gust of wind.

"Unfortunately, the power of the Nether Thunder is a bit weak."

"If I smoke, I might be able to use it to light a cigarette."

Seeing the unharmed Scribe, Rokuya and the other ghosts fell silent.

After a night of fighting, they experienced another massive explosion.

After losing an arm, the person was barely recognizable as human.

Yet this Scribe possesses such power.

"Damn it, is the Scribe unkillable?"

"No, no matter what, he is still a human being."

Rokuya shook his head and gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

"As long as you are human, there will be limits."

"Keep going!"

"Even if it's just a matter of wearing him down, we'll wear him down to death!"

As Rokuya gave the order, the surrounding Parasite Swordsman launched their attacks.

"Wind Breathing..."

"Water Breathing..."

"Thunder Breathing..."

"Flower Breathing..."

Various sword techniques of different styles and with varying power were unleashed, all simultaneously bombarding the Scribe.

While dodging, the Scribe swung his sword.

He slashed and killed a Parasite Swordsman, then used his sword skills to kill several Demon Swordsman.

He cleared monsters extremely quickly, but the enemy's forces seemed inexhaustible.

This aroused the Scribe's suspicion.

At the same time, he was also thinking.

Consider why so many non-humans use Breathing Technique.

"How exactly do brain-boosting foods and Dichai work?"

Another location in Infinity Castle.

Dichai is having a conversation with Brain Food.

Behind them was a huge lump of flesh.

The lump of flesh was covered with many swollen bumps that were constantly wriggling.

Occasionally, a lump will burst open, and a small brain food, only the size of a fist, will emerge from it.

As soon as it appears, a light shines on the small brain food.

You will then be teleported away.

"Brain Food, your direction of mass-producing swordsmen is really tempting."

"But there is no potential for improvement."

The brain emitted invisible sound waves, its tone tinged with a sense of wonder.

"If the brains of higher-level swordsmen cannot be obtained, the strength of the parasite is fixed once it is born."

"Although they have an advantage in numbers, their growth potential is not as good as your 'descendants'."

"Moreover, Dichai, you are not at all at risk."

Brain Eater's eyes looked at Dichai, seemingly observing his reaction.

But Dichai just smiled.

"Different Blood Demon Art will naturally produce different results."

"Brain food, how about we exchange our experiences?"

"Perhaps it's possible..."

Before Dichai could finish speaking, Brain Food refused his request.

"Dichai, I can vaguely guess your plan."

"I don't want to get involved, so don't drag me into it."

"I just want to enjoy fresh brains with different flavors."

A hint of regret appeared on Dichai's face as she shook her head slightly, seemingly lamenting that Brain Food had not agreed.

"Then let's change the subject. Who will succeed A-Yu in his position?"

"Doma brought me the body of the Gyokko."

"So that's why, esteemed Upper Rank Two..."

With a wicked smile on his face, Dichai said something rather strange.

"The moves you made so far were good, but our leader still doesn't care enough about the importance of intelligence."

"Doma won't die, he'll just suffer a bit."

"But that would also lower Muzan's expectations of him, wouldn't it?"

Brain Food did not continue speaking.

Perhaps that can be considered a tacit agreement.

Mt. Sagiri.

With a wave of his fan, he released another gust of cold air.

The cold air condensed into water droplets in the air, eventually transforming into an ice-blue lotus flower.

Lotus flowers danced in the air, their petals falling one by one.

This beautiful scene was destroyed by a Flame Slash.

"Wow, you're really strong."

The fan swayed gently, Doma asked with some curiosity.

"After fighting for so long, you're getting stronger and stronger."

"Are you really human? Your physical abilities are like a ghost's."

"To be honest, I don't even know your name."

The figure fighting him didn't speak, but the scar on his forehead glowed slightly.

As the Nichirin Blade in his hand slashed out, another burst of blazing flame erupted.

"By the way, you and a child I met look somewhat alike."

"Brothers? No, the ages don't match, so they must be father and son?"

"If that's the case, then you must also have the surname Kamado?"

Upon hearing this, the figure paused in its sword-wielding motion.

What did you do to Tanjiro?

"That's right, what's wrong with me?"

Doma waved his hand and said.

"It was Upper Rank One who did it. I'm only interested in cute girls."

Tell me quickly.

The figure called out again.

This time, Doma could clearly sense the fluctuation in the other person's tone.

This made him somewhat curious.

He had felt something was off during the previous battle.

Even though the other person is a human being, I can hardly feel any emotional fluctuations.

"Just like plants."

Doma thought he had met someone like himself, but now it seems that's not the case.

"So you still care about Kamado Tanjiro after all. In other words, you really are father and son?"

"If I tell you your name, I might reveal a little more information."

The figure stopped slashing again.

A few seconds later, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Kamado, Tanjuro."

Chapter 630 The Counterattack Begins