The Demon Slayer Corps Disbands

Kanroji Mitsuri and Shinobu Butterfly.

The two of them chose to remain ghosts.

Everyone else was shocked.

They didn't think the two women would choose to live a life of ignominy because of their Demon Slayer Mark.

There must be a reason for doing this.

"Mitsuri, Shinobu, can you tell me the reason for this choice?"

When asked by the Scribe, Mitsuri was the first of the two women to speak.

"If I choose to become a ghost, I can stay by the Mister Scribe's side forever."

Immediately afterwards, Shinobu spoke up.

"If Mister Scribe is willing to grow old and die with me, that would be wonderful."

After hearing this, the Scribe was taken aback.

Then he burst into laughter.

"I see, so that's what you two were thinking."

After hearing this, the others also showed expressions of understanding.

Even Ubuyashiki Kagaya's gaze seemed a little strange.

"Mother, Love Hashira and Insect Hashira Pillar, why did you say that?"

Amane Ubuyashiki said this.

"You're still young. You'll understand when you grow up."

And the Scribe answered.

"Since this is your answer, then..."

"Fine, I'll follow my heart."

After he finished speaking, he took out a small bottle from his pocket.

The sharp nails grazed, leaving a scar on my wrist.

Strands of fresh blood flowed out from it.

Before long, the small bottle was filled.

After sealing the lid, the Scribe handed it to Tamayo.

"This is..."

"Add a little bit when making the antidote."

The Scribe explained.

"The principle behind the so-called death before the age of twenty-five after the Demon Slayer Mark are activated is very simple."

"It means that a lot of energy was consumed in a short period of time, and the body could not support it."

"My blood can replenish energy and counteract the side effects of the Demon Slayer Mark."

Upon hearing this, Tamayo understood.

A hint of joy flashed across the faces of Kyojuro and the others.

If the side effects of the Demon Slayer Mark can be offset, it means that you can live a normal life.

Even if you're prepared to die, who wouldn't want to survive?

Yaozai nodded slightly.

He understood that the questioning he had just received was a test from the Scribe.

The purpose is to test whether anyone will forget their original nature due to becoming a demon.

But as it stands now, there isn't anyone like that in the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Slap slap"

The Scribe suddenly clapped his hands.

It drew everyone's attention.

Then he looked at Yaozai.

"The most important problem has been solved."

"Now, the rest of the time is yours."

"You probably have something to say yet."

Yaozai nodded slightly, then his eyes darted around, looking at everyone present.

At the same time, Amane Ubuyashiki, Kiriya Ubuyashiki, and the others also lowered their heads.

His forehead rested against the tatami mat.

Yaozai then said.

"I hereby declare that, starting today..."

"The Demon Slayer Corps has been officially disbanded."

"The swordsmen are gone, and everyone can live the life they want now."

Chapter 677 The Demon Slayer Corps Dissolution

After speaking, Yaozai also pressed his forehead against the tatami mat.

He spoke with Amane Ubuyashiki and the others.

"We Ubuyashiki Clan."

"To every swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps throughout these long years."

"Those who Muzan their lives to fight against Muzan and his demons."

"With the highest respect and gratitude."

After he finished speaking, Yaozai and the others stood up.

Tears were already welling up in his eyes.

As he said, starting today, from this moment on, the Demon Slayer Corps is officially disbanded.

But after he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Nobody knew what to say.

At this moment, the Scribe spoke.

"Don't be so sad."

"It's just a disbandment, not a life-or-death separation."

"There will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future."

"Let's have a banquet, the grandest banquet ever!"

The Scribe's suggestion was approved by everyone present.

Soon, a grand banquet began.

During the banquet, they forgot all their grief and immersed themselves in the joyful atmosphere.

In their final battle, they lost a great deal.

Too many people have died because of this.

But it is precisely because of this that those who are still alive must live their lives to the fullest.

Carrying the hopes of the deceased, live on.

During the banquet, Tanjiro asked Scribe where they were going next.

Where to?

After thinking for a moment, the Scribe spoke.

"Perhaps I will rebuild Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals."

"It should be like this once this nationwide catastrophe has subsided a bit."

"And you?"

When talking about himself, Tanjiro said somewhat shyly.

"I plan to go back with Nezuko and Father."

"Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Kanao Tsuyuri will also be with us."

"No one has lived in this house for a long time, it must be covered in dust."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe laughed heartily.

"You've got that kind of style, kid."

Make your own choices and walk your own path.

"We'll meet again if we have the chance."

Tanjiro nodded vigorously as well.

In the following time, the Scribe went to ask other people for their opinions.

Sabito and Makomo plan to stay here and keep Urokodaki Sakonji.

Kyojuro, on the other hand, plans to open a dojo to teach swordsmanship to others.

Tengen Uzui plans to travel around with his wives and discover new hot springs.

Himejima Gyomei on opening a temple because he doesn't want his past experiences to happen again.

The Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa want to go home and live with their siblings and mother.

Obanai was somewhat surprised.

Despite his usual dislike Giyu Giyuu, he actually planned to leave with Giyu and Tomioka Tsutako.

It seems they want to find a mountain village to live in seclusion.

The Tokito Brothers also want to go home.

Judging from their tone, it seems they don't want to be woodcutters anymore.

The Scribe also said jokingly.

"You can grow bigger and stronger, and create new glories."

While exchanging information, they also swapped locations or contact details.

Yaozai also kept the Kasugai Crow.

"Black Feather, it's been a long time."

"Mister Scribe, I will always be by your side from now on."

"From now on, the task of delivering messages will be entrusted to you."

"No problem!"

The Scribe laughed heartily.

Amidst laughter and cheers, everyone made their own choice.

Some swordsmen chose to lay down their Nichirin Blade and become ordinary people.

Some, however, plan to continue down the path they love.

The Scribe also devised a new way for the swordsmiths in the Swordsmith Village to make a living.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of making some handicrafts."

"Crafts?"