My Name: Tsugikuni Shisho

"It refers to swords that are not sharpened."

The Scribe explained.

"In this way, your skills can be passed down."

"And there's no need to worry about economic issues. It's the best of both worlds, isn't it?"

After listening, the swordsmiths all expressed their gratitude to the Scribe.

The grand banquet lasted from evening until the night of the following day.

During this time, many people would get drunk and fall asleep, then wake up and continue drinking.

During this time, Tamayo also completed the preparation of the medicine.

After taking the medicine, Himejima Gyomei and the others returned to humanity once again.

The banquet officially ended on the night of the second day.

"Gentlemen, the Demon Slayer Corps has been officially disbanded."

"You may leave now."

"We're destined to meet again."

As soon as Yaozai finished speaking, someone let out a painful cry of reluctance.

But all good things must come to an end.

Separation is the norm in life.

Gradually, some people began to say goodbye and leave.

As time went on, more and more people left.

The already dwindling number of swordsmen was soon reduced to only twenty or thirty.

These people are all high-ranking members of the Demon Slayer Corps, such as the Pillars.

They are also among the group with the deepest affection for the Demon Slayer Corps.

Everyone knows this very well.

After this separation, it will be difficult to get so many people together again.

At this moment, the Scribe spoke first.

"If you're worried, let's make a deal here."

"From now on, we will gather here every year at this time."

Even if I die, there will be descendants to carry on this promise.

No one objected.

This is what they wanted.

Immediately afterwards, the Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei was the first to leave.

"I will invite you all to come after I have finished building the temple."

"When that time comes, you should bring some incense money."

Before leaving, this tall man, who was not good with words, even cracked a joke, which was rare for him.

It seems like they're trying to cover something up.

Subsequently, more and more people chose to leave.

The Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa, the Tokito Brothers, Kyojuro, Obanai, and Giyu...

In the end, apart from Sabito and the others who remained, only two groups of people were left.

Scribe's group, and Tanjiro's group.

"Mister Scribe, we're leaving now."

"Yeah, good luck."

Looking at Tanjiro was about to split apart, the Scribe smiled slightly.

He then stepped forward a few paces and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"You will be a very good person."

"I believe you will not forget everything you have experienced and said."

"We will definitely meet again."

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro also shed two lines of tears.

After bowing to their family and friends, they left Mt. Sagiri.

"We should go too."

After watching Tanjiro and the others leave, the Scribe turned around and looked behind him.

Tamayo, Yushiro, Koume, Gyutaro, Koinatsu, Shinobu Butterfly, Mitsuri.

There are also Chachamaru.

From now on, they will always be by his side.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

With the Scribe's nod, Tamayo and the others left as well.

In the distance, the outline of the sun is slowly rising from below the horizon.

The rising sun is about to shine on the earth.

Symbolizes the start of a day.

At the same time, it also symbolizes a new life for countless people.

Chapter 678 My name Tsugikuni Scribe)

"Have you heard? The destroyed Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals has been rebuilt!"

"That's right, that's right. It seems that the previous terrorist attack did not kill any important members."

"The people at Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals are really amazing. Even after all that, they were able to rebuild it."

In a teahouse, several people are having a discussion.

"Speaking of which, have you heard of this?"

"They said it was about recent events, such as the death of His Majesty the Emperor and the Crown Prince, but there's more to it than meets the eye."

"It seems to have been done by a creature called a ghost."

No sooner had he finished speaking than others retorted.

"How is that possible!"

"If there really were man-eating demons that roam at night, why don't they exist now?"

"Could someone have killed them all? Impossible!"

The person who spoke nodded in agreement.

"Oh dear, that's why I said it was just a rumor, a rumor."

"Tch, then why are you so mysterious?"

"Alright, alright, I have another good news for you."

"What?"

Hearing that there was other good news, the people in the teahouse were once again excited.

"The Soryu Dojo, which was destroyed before, has been rebuilt by someone."

"So many martial arts masters have died mysteriously before, but Su Liu is one of the few remaining promising talents."

"The new owner seems to be named Asatsuru. Although she's a girl, she's very strong."

Upon hearing the name "Asatsuru", everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"So it was that person."

"I heard that a divine person appeared in her ancestor who carried forward the Su Liu tradition."

"As long as you learn Su-ryu's techniques diligently, six or seven ordinary people won't be able to get close to you."

Amid the gasps of surprise, some people joked.

"Miss Asatsuru, do you have a boyfriend?"

"If not, I'll have my son sign up for vegetarianism right now."

"Maybe it can..."

Seeing the smile on this person's face, the others were somewhat puzzled.

"Don't you know?"

"The owner of Asatsuru Farm said she plans to remain unmarried for life."

"Dedicate your whole heart and soul to the great cause of developing the temple."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another person retorted.

"No, no, that's not what I heard."

"Someone is pursuing Asatsuru- sama, but she hasn't agreed yet."

"You would never guess who this suitor is."

Upon hearing this, the others began to speculate.

But none of them gave the correct answer.

Finally, it was that person who spoke.

"The one pursuing Asatsuru is the current patriarch of the Hyakuya Family."

He is hailed as the most conscientious, responsible, and capable clan leader in history, and also the youngest.

"Hyakuya Hikari".

Several years later.

"Welcome, Mister Scribe."

A well-dressed man bowed slightly, his face full of smiles.

"We are glad you chose us."

"Regarding this service, is there anything you're dissatisfied with?"

The Scribe then spoke.

"Not bad."

"It's passable."

"Your company's stone and steel are indeed excellent; keep up the good work."

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the man's face lit up with excitement.

Her waist became more hunched, and her smile gained a hint of flattery.

"Okay, okay, we definitely won't let you down."

"By the way, this is an invitation. I hope you will accept it."

The Scribe glanced at the invitation the man handed him, nodded, and accepted it.

That night, he attended the party as promised.

At the party, numerous wealthy and influential figures expressed their goodwill.

Many wealthy ladies and socialites hinted that the Scribe should spend the night with him.

They were all curious about the man.