Demon Slayer: Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master is Tsugikuni Chapter 8

Could it be that someone has already entered the forest?

Having a bad feeling, the Scribe rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Chapter 9: Tree Demon He Couldn't Handle It

The forest at night was very cold and clear, reflecting silver light under the moonlight, so silent it was a little frightening.

Only occasionally did a few breezes blow, rustling the leaves.

Other than that, there wasn't even the sound of animal roars.

As the Scribe ventured deeper into the forest, a pungent smell filled the air.

The smell of blood.

Quickly stopping in his tracks, the Scribe carefully sniffed the scent of blood in the air.

This smell of blood was human.

And not just one person!

Frowning, the Scribe was a little curious.

The men from town shouldn't be entering the deep forest at night, so where did this human scent of blood come from?

His doubts grew, and the Scribe had no choice but to continue running in the direction of the blood scent.

One step, two steps, As the distance shortened, the smell of blood permeating the air grew stronger.

Gradually, the Scribe also heard human screams and cries.

Closer, even closer.

After passing a few tall trees, a large clearing appeared before the Scribe's eyes.

With a leap, the Scribe entered the battlefield.

Facing this unexpected intruder, the gazes of both sides in the field instantly focused on him.

Demons with ferocious appearances and murderous intent, slaughtering humans.

Demon Slayer Corps members, injured in multiple places, breathing raggedly, resisting with all their might.

Hmm, there are Demon Slayer Corps members here too.

Wait? Why are the Demon Slayer Corps members here?

A little surprised, the Scribe didn't seem to understand why there were members of the Demon Slayer Corps here.

He had thought they would be ordinary people kidnapped by demons, but he never expected them to be Demon Slayer Corps members.

Had someone else gotten to them first?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the Scribe felt something was wrong with the ground beneath his feet.

The alarm bells in his body were ringing incessantly, as if telling him how terrifying this attack was.

His leg muscles exploded, and the Scribe stomped hard on the ground.

Using the recoil, his body flew backward.

At the same time, a thick tree branch drilled out of the ground, extending more than two meters above the surface.

One could imagine what would have happened if he hadn't dodged just now.

As expected, this demon's attack method was to control tree vines or something similar.

Landing with a backflip, the Scribe confirmed a previous guess.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the demon's appearance was a bit strange.

The upper body was relatively normal, a young man in his early twenties.

But now, he had long lost his human appearance.

His dark green skin was covered with vine-like unknown objects, and the whole person looked like an old tree spirit.

His lower body had disappeared, directly connected to a tree.

Because he was locked to the tree, the demon could only move within a certain range.

While the Scribe was observing the Tree Demon, the demon also noticed something different about the Scribe.

He had initially thought this seven or eight-year-old kid was just a lost child who had wandered into the forest.

But now, it didn't seem so simple.

To be able to dodge his attack so easily, he was no ordinary person.

Not only was the Tree Demon shocked, but even the Demon Slayer Corps members widened their eyes when they saw the Scribe dodge.

That was the move that had killed five of their comrades, and this seven or eight-year-old child had actually dodged it.

And he was completely unharmed.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, the Scribe asked the Demon Slayer Corps members.

How did the Demon Slayer Corps end up here?

Despite his confusion, since the other party knew about the Demon Slayer Corps, there was no need to hide anything.

A male member with a severed arm, clutching his wound, replied with a pale face.

The Demon Slayer Corps has long known about the rumors here. We've sent members to scout before, and we're responsible for exterminating the demons here!

At this point, the Scribe understood.

Those strange people the antique shop owner mentioned earlier were likely the Demon Slayer Corps' scouting party.

After clarifying the situation, the Scribe analyzed the battlefield.

Given the current circumstances, if a fight broke out, the Demon Slayer Corps members would have trouble protecting themselves.

Five people, two with severed arms, one with a broken leg, and the remaining two were panting heavily.

If defense isn't an option, then attack proactively!

Just then, the Tree Demon attacked before the Scribe could.

This time, it was from above.

With the creaking sound of branches rubbing together, countless branches transformed into a large net and covered the Scribe and the others.

It seemed the Tree Demon intended to wipe them all out in one move.

Die, all of you, become my food!

The Tree Demon roared, its dark green face filled with a bloodthirsty expression.

Seeing the large net approaching, several members' faces turned deathly pale.

Some even gave up resisting, their Nichirin Blades falling to the ground.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

As the net enveloped them, the Demon Slayer Corps members, under the overwhelming pressure, despairingly closed their eyes.

Just as they thought they were doomed, a calm voice rang out.

"The player has been swapped."

Immediately after, the Scribe's figure vanished from his original spot.

Along with him, the Nichirin Blade that had fallen from the member's hand also disappeared.

"Total Concentration: Sun Breathing."

"Fifth Form: Fire Train."

A brilliant fiery red light illuminated the area, transforming into a flame-like semicircular slash in the next moment.

The slash flew out and directly struck the branch net.

Like a sharp knife piercing paper, the fiery red slash easily tore through the branch net.

The once dense net turned into tattered branches, scattering in the air.

"What!?"

The Tree Demon's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

It couldn't believe that this eight-year-old child had destroyed its signature move with a single blow.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"That person said I am his prized subordinate."

The Tree Demon roared, its words filled with anger and resentment.

"That person?"

Noticing the keyword, the Scribe was startled.

Could this demon be someone Muzan pays special attention to?

With a slight change in his expression, the Scribe decided to alter his combat plan.

If possible, he intended to capture the Tree Demon alive.

Although the chances were slim, he might be able to obtain information about Kibutsuji Muzan.

After weighing the Nichirin Blade in his hand, his expression became somewhat helpless.

Such a good feel to it. As expected, I really need my own Nichirin Blade.

Seeing how the Scribe ignored him, the already enraged Tree Demon erupted.

Veins bulged on its forehead, and its entire body made creaking sounds.

"You mere child, don't look down on me!"

The demon roared at the Scribe, its mouth wide open, revealing its fangs.

"You don't seem to be considered human anymore either."

After hearing the Tree Demon's words, the Scribe reflexively retorted.

After a moment of silence, the Tree Demon retaliated with even greater ferocity.

It was clear he had lost his composure.

"Die!"

Countless branches thrashed about, writhing like worms as they coiled in the air above.

The sky, which had been obscured, cleared, allowing starlight and moonlight to spill onto the battlefield.

Illuminated were the Scribe and his companions, along with over a thousand vines.

This Tree Demon could actually control such a vast number of trees!

"Taste the agony of being strangled!"

The Tree Demon waved its massive hand, its eyes blazing as if intent on burning the Scribe to death.

The suspended branches instantly transformed into predatory pythons, lunging directly at the Scribe and the Demon Slayer Corps Members.

If the previous large net was primarily for restraining enemies, then this move was an outright killing strike.

Facing the Tree Demon's assault, a triumphant smile flickered across the Scribe's face.

He took off the backpack from his back and then kicked it towards the attacking branches.

The next moment, a fiery red light flashed across the night sky.

Chapter 10: Generous Rewards for the First Kill, Muzan Appears