The Demon Slayer Corps Discovers It / The Swordsman Who Uses the First Breath Returns

After killing Upper Rank Four, the Scribe noticed that the screams around him had mostly stopped.

The ghostly aura in the air seemed to have faded considerably.

It seems that Doma and the other demon he didn't see have already left.

Looking around, the Scribe saw many different expressions on the faces of the survivors.

Fear, lingering fear, shock.

But more than anything, I felt excited about surviving.

"I don't know how Tamayo and the others are doing."

Looking at the slowly rising sun, Scribe frowned slightly.

Time was too rushed, and he hadn't had time to discuss the meeting place with Tamayo and the others.

Now, finding people has become my biggest headache.

Scratching his head, the Scribe carefully recalled the direction in which Tamayo and the others had left.

It's probably there.

He sheathed his Nichirin Blade and then walked in that direction.

The world is so big, even if you don't find them in a short time, you will meet them again someday.

After experiencing the events in the Entertainment District, the Scribe felt that the inner world of the outer world was equally important.

Perhaps it's time for me to change my identity and travel around.

Time flies, and years pass by.

This was already the middle of the Meiji era.

In a luxurious teahouse, Scribe was leisurely sipping his tea.

Just then, a woman with an extremely tall figure suddenly walked in.

The woman had very fair skin and a very delicate face.

Her hair was as white as an oak tree, making one wonder if she was a snow fairy in disguise.

She has a voluptuous figure, and her simple clothes cannot hide her charm.

Beside the golden pupils, there is a plum blossom as an embellishment.

The lips are so full and rosy that one can't help but want to explore their fragrance.

Upon entering the teahouse, the woman quickly spotted the Scribe sitting to one side.

A glint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously licked her lips.

It was just a very faint sound, but it attracted the attention of almost all the men present.

One by one, everyone turned their gaze toward this side, their eyes filled with amazement and admiration as they looked at the woman.

However, the woman paid no attention to the men's gazes and walked straight to the Scribe's side.

"Ah, Mister Scribe, a discovery."

After saying that, the woman opened her arms and lunged forward.

The woman hugged Scribe from behind, rubbing her head against his shoulder.

The fullness was compressed, changing from a spherical shape to an oval shape.

Some men, seeing this, quickly turned their heads away to avoid any embarrassing situations.

Scribe turned his head slightly and looked at the woman's exquisite face.

"Is everything done?"

"Of course, my abilities have been praised by Miss Tamayo."

The woman stood up and patted her chest with a hint of pride.

The resulting ripples drew many men in, like bees drawn to nectar, making them unable to resist looking this way.

But the only person the woman cared about was the Scribe in front of her.

After patting her chest, she slightly bent her tall body and turned her head toward Scribe.

He closed his eyes, a look of longing on his face.

This wasn't the first time the Scribe had encountered a woman doing this. Although a hint of helplessness appeared on his face, he still nodded.

He reached out and stroked the woman's head.

Feeling the warmth emanating from the Scribe's palm, the woman's face showed an expression of enjoyment and comfort.

It nestled its head into Scribe's arms, looking as adorable as a kitten.

Some men noticed the intimate actions between the Scribe and the woman and subconsciously gritted their teeth.

Why can't they have this kind of sexual happiness, while this man in front of them can enjoy it so much?

He's just a little more handsome, has a better temperament, is a little taller, and has a dozen or twenty more advantages than us.

They all wore expressions of grief and indignation, wishing they could take the liberty of the Scribe's place.

But suddenly, they realized what was happening.

When did that man appear in that spot?

A chill ran down their spines. These so-called successful people were surprised to find that they hadn't even noticed someone in that spot if it weren't for the woman's appearance.

Despite the other person's outstanding appearance and temperament, no one noticed it.

Those who came for tea were not fools; they quickly realized that the Scribe was different.

They all withdrew their angry gazes and could only focus their attention on the tea in front of them.

After patting the woman's head, Scribe smiled slightly.

"Alright, Daki, go settle the bill. We should go."

Okay~

Somewhat reluctant, Daki seemed to want to experience the Scribe's pat on the head a little longer.

But since the other party had already spoken, she had no choice but to settle the bill.

After paying the bill, she walked over to the Scribe, grabbed one of his arms, and stuffed it into her bosom.

"Then I'll go back like this today."

With a doting smile on his face, Scribe said.

"Alright, I'll do as you say today."

And so, they walked out of the teahouse, shoulder to shoulder.

Walking through the night market, the Scribe looked up at the moon and stars overhead.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a lightness on the left side of his body.

Turning around, I found that the once voluptuous and beautiful Daki was gone.

Instead, there was a petite girl named Koume with a slightly bewildered look on her face.

"It's time for your transformation again."

Seeing the disappointment and panic on the other person's face, Scribe said.

"I told you before, it wouldn't take too long."

After transforming from her Daki form back into her Koume form, Koume, now a loli again, couldn't help but pout.

With a powerful kick, he sent a small stone flying.

"Damn it, I really wanted to experience what it was like to go back side by side with the Mister Scribe, just like Miss Tamayo."

"Then you'd better work on improving your skills in the future, otherwise you'll end up like this again, going back to your old self in no time."

Scribe reached out and touched Koume's hair, then lifted her up.

Scribe placed Koume on his back, made a lifting motion with both hands, and carried her on his back.

"This is compensation. You should be happy now."

"Yay!"

With a shout, Koume immediately hugged Scribe tightly.

The little head burrowed in, greedily inhaling the scent emanating from him.

After carrying Koume for a while, Scribe suddenly said.

"How's the investigation I asked you to do?"

Upon hearing this, Koume's playful expression vanished instantly.

After glancing at the crowd around her and finding that they didn't seem to care much, she leaned close to Scribe's ear.

A puff of warm breath escaped from ***'s lips, making Scribe feel a slight itch in her ear.

"We've located the Demon Slayer Corps."

Chapter 115 The Swordsman Who Begins Breathing, His Rebirth

"Is that so?"

The Scribe nodded slightly and continued.

"Make arrangements for me when you get back; I need to go out for a while."

"Yes, Mister Scribe."

Koume nodded, a serious expression on her face.

She knew exactly when she could act cute with Scribe and when she should focus on her work.

After walking for a while, the Scribe finally arrived at a huge mansion.

Two large characters were prominently displayed on the signboard in front of the mansion.

Scribe.

After looking at the two ridiculously large characters, the Scribe shook his head.

"Didn't I tell you, there's no need for such a big fuss, a simple setup will suffice."

"This was all arranged by Mr. Yushiro."

Without the slightest hesitation, Koume directly revealed the "mastermind" behind the scenes.

"Yushiro ~"

With a sigh, the Scribe didn't know what to say.

In any case, he pictured Yushiro holding the construction drawings and chanting "Long live the Master Scribe" to the construction workers.

The gatekeeper saluted as soon as he saw that it was the Scribe returning.

"Greetings Mister Scribe!"

With a slight smile, the Scribe returned the greeting.

After the two opened the door for him, he and Koume slowly walked in.

After closing the door, the two burly men guarding it showed expressions of delight.

"The Mister Scribe is just as approachable as the rumors say."

"Yes, a large part of our company's reputation was brought about by Mister Scribe."

They exchanged a glance and saw satisfaction and excitement in each other's eyes.

Getting them a job at such a company is truly their most successful decision.

The mansion was large, but the Scribe did not wander around; he went straight into the house.

"Welcome back, Mister Scribe."