As we approached the house, a somewhat thin young man with short, dark green hair and some dark spots on his face came over.
The Scribe nodded and said.
"Gyutaro, where's Tamayo?"
It's hard to imagine that the young man in front of me is actually the sickly Gyutaro from back then.
Scratching his head, Gyutaro then pointed to a room next door.
Miss Tamayo was there experimenting with new drugs, Yushiro was helping her.
Without saying a word, Scribe simply put Koume down and then walked over.
"Come in."
As soon as he reached the door, the Scribe knocked and heard Tamayo's voice.
He pushed open the door and found that Tamayo and Yushiro had temporarily put down their work.
"Have they found the Demon Slayer Corps?"
"Um."
Nodding, the Scribe walked over to the experimental equipment and took a quick look.
The Scribe pointed to a spot that was being heated and said.
"Raising the temperature here by five degrees will speed things up considerably."
"Yes."
Without asking any further questions, Yushiro walked over and began to operate the equipment.
After removing her gloves, mask, and other items, Tamayo walked to the Scribe's side and said softly.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Shaking his head, the Scribe declined Tamayo's offer.
Whether it's Tamayo, Yushiro, or Gyutaro and Koume, their identities are all too sensitive.
Even Tamayo, who had contact with the Demon Slayer Corps, did so several hundred years ago.
Going alone is the best option.
With a sigh, Tamayo seemed somewhat dejected at being unable to help.
Scribe patted the other person on the back, as if to comfort her.
He could understand Tamayo's feelings, but for her safety, it was indeed not appropriate to take her on this trip.
"Take a rest."
Turning around, Scribe walked out of the laboratory first.
Tamayo paused for a moment, then blushed and followed.
The next day, the Scribe and Tamayo got up early.
The Scribe took a piece of paper from Tamayo and glanced at it briefly.
The drawing on the paper shows a route.
At the end of the route is a huge character for "ghost".
It looks like that's where the Demon Slayer Corps lives.
He memorized the route and then tore the paper into pieces.
He threw the fragments into the flames and watched them turn to ashes.
With his Nichirin Blade tucked into his waistband, the Scribe quickly straightened his clothes.
"Well then, I'm off."
With a slight smile, Tamayo waved her hand.
"Be careful on the road."
After leaving the mansion, the Scribe followed the directions in his mind.
After a few days, a small hill appeared not far in front of him.
The final destination marked on the route is right here.
After pausing at the foot of the mountain, the Scribe pondered what to do next.
Ultimately, he chose the simplest and most direct method.
Just walk straight up.
Over the years, I have encountered many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, but this is the first time I have come to their base.
If the Demon Slayer Corps still remembers itself, they might encounter some obstacles, but the outcome shouldn't be too bad.
But if they don't remember themselves, or even exhibit the same attitude as during the Warring States period...
The Scribe still clearly remembers the expressions and words on the faces of the Pillars when Tsugikuni Yoriichi was expelled.
Centuries have passed, and if they still believe it was Yoriichi's fault, then I won't do anything more.
Just don't come looking for me when they're facing a team wipe.
Since they are unrighteous, then don't blame yourself for being unjust.
A glint flashed in his eyes, Scribe slowly withdrew the killing intent he was exuding.
These are all the worst possible outcomes, so he naturally wouldn't start by "going on a killing spree."
After taking a quick look at the hilltop, he then set off.
The hill looked quite ordinary, with almost no signs of human life there.
It can be said that the Demon Slayer Corps' hidden techniques have become increasingly sophisticated over the past few centuries.
Otherwise, once the ghosts discover their location, they will probably be wiped out in a short time.
Aside from the Scribe, the Demon Slayer Corps is on a completely different level from the demons in terms of strength.
Before long, the Scribe found himself in front of a small town.
At the same time, two swordsmen wielding Nichirin Blade walked towards him.
"A century has passed, and the kindness has long been forgotten?"
With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe's right hand had already gripped the hilt of the Nichirin Blade.
However, the two swordsmen did not attack with their swords when they approached the Scribe.
After a careful look, both of them simultaneously revealed a hint of wild joy.
As if they had met their idol, they immediately shouted.
"Could it be that you are the Mister Scribe?"
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe was somewhat curious as to why these two ordinary swordsmen in front of him recognized him.
Even so, he nodded.
Upon seeing that the Scribe had acknowledged his identity, the swordsman immediately turned and ran towards the town behind him.
"Wake up, everyone! The swordsman who has begun breathing has really arrived!"
Chapter 116 Urokodaki Sakonji and Kuwashima Jigoro
The swordsman's voice quickly echoed throughout the camp, and in an instant, the lights that had been turned off all came on again.
Before long, many swordsmen appeared on the road.
Their disheveled appearance and unkempt hair were enough to prove that they had just woken up.
But no matter how tired their bodies were, there was no sign of fatigue in the swordsmen's eyes.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they didn't want to miss a single detail.
Soon, the Scribe came into their view.
"So that's the swordsman who started breathing? Hundreds of years have passed, how could he still be alive?"
"How do you know if that person has found a method? The key point is, he's a living legend!"
Faced with the appearance of the Scribe, some people expressed doubt, while others chose to believe.
That's normal. If you suddenly told an ordinary person that a figure from hundreds of years ago is still alive, they probably wouldn't believe it.
They had only taken a few steps when two figures suddenly appeared in front of the Scribe.
One of them was of medium build and had a fair amount of silver in his light blue hair, and wore a red Tengu Mask on his face.
The other person was rather short, had a large scar on his face, and a rather serious expression.
The other swordsmen cheered as soon as they saw the two appear.
"It's Mr. Urokodaki Sakonji, the Water Hashira Pillar, and Mr. Kuwashima Jigoro Rumble Hashira!"
Indeed, what appeared before the Scribe was none other than the current Water Hashira and Rumble Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
"Ah, it's the two of you."
After a slight surprise, the Scribe's face showed a look of sudden realization.
I met both of them two years ago.
At that time, he even stepped in to save Kuwashima Jigoro, ensuring that the latter did not lose his right leg.
As for Urokodaki Sakonji, he met him by chance while hunting demons.
It seems that I also casually beat that newly born ghost half to death?
Scratching his head, Scribe had no recollection of such a weakling.
Realizing that the Scribe had discovered him, Kuwashima Jigoro's originally serious expression turned somewhat excited.
"I never expected that the figure I saw back then would be a swordsman of the Sun Breathing."
With a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, Kuwashima Jigoro let out a long sigh.
Back then, he was hailed as the strongest swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps, but he put himself in a desperate situation in order to protect his fellow members.
He had originally planned to break his leg to save his life, but just as he was about to sever it himself, the Scribe appeared.
With a single, swift stroke, he annihilated all the ghosts present.
That leisurely and Kuwashima Jigoro.
Urokodaki Sakonji, nodded in agreement with his companion's words.
Although he did not see the Scribe draw his sword, he did see him punch a demon and severely injure it.
If it weren't for the bleeding wounds that reminded him of the truth, Urokodaki Sakonji would probably have already fallen under the spell.
After the mission was completed, they wrote a report on what they had seen and submitted it to their respective Oyakata-sama at the time.
When the Demon Slayer Corps Oyakata-sama received these two reports, tears immediately streamed down his gentle face.
That very night, he announced something to all the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Legend has it that the swordsmen who mastered the Primordial Breathing technique still exist in the world!
The creator of Sun Breathing, Tsugikuni Yoriichi's only disciple, is still alive in the world today!
They would never forget the look of joy and tears on their Master's face when he announced the news.
Perhaps ordinary swordsmen don't understand this feeling, but as Pillars, they know a lot about history and they know one thing clearly.
The Scribe before us is a living history, a legendary figure who has saved the Demon Slayer Corps from danger on numerous occasions.
With a slight smile, the Scribe said.
"I never expected my appearance to have such a huge impact on you."
Nodding emphatically, Kuwashima Jigoro replied.
"Because of your appearance, many swordsmen who thought they had no hope of Demon Slayer have rekindled their confidence."