"We hope you can return to the Demon Slayer Corps and lead us, just like you did hundreds of years ago!"
Although Urokodaki Sakonji did not speak, the Scribe could still feel his gaze.
Shaking his head, the Scribe declined their invitation.
In his view, he didn't have that much time to manage the Demon Slayer Corps.
Moreover, the Ubuyashiki Family has been the Oyakata-sama of the Demon Slayer Corps for hundreds of years, and I'm not just here to compete with them for their position.
"If the Mister Scribe desires the position of Oyakata-sama, I am more than willing to relinquish it."
A male voice suddenly rang out; although somewhat weak, the excitement in his words was undeniable.
Looking in the direction of the sound, the Scribe saw a man slowly walking towards them.
Beside the man was his wife.
Judging from his appearance, it was not difficult for Scribe to tell that he was a member of the Ubuyashiki Family.
"So you are the current Oyakata-sama?"
Nodding, the man readily admitted his identity.
"Yes, Mister Scribe, my Ubuyashiki Karaya, and I am the 96th Oyakata-sama."
"It's already at the 96th generation."
With a sigh, the Scribe couldn't help but reminisce about those people from back then.
Whether it was Rengoku Kyojuro, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, or Inoshita Mie, they all left a deep impression on him.
"You came out in such a hurry, is something wrong?"
Looking at Guozai's somewhat anxious face, the Scribe spoke slowly.
"If you're inviting me, then there's no need."
"Forehead."
He froze, unsure of what to say.
"Never mind, I still want to thank you all."
Leaving behind this puzzling statement, the Scribe turned and walked outside.
Although he had only been there for a short time, the Demon Slayer Corps had already left a very good impression on him.
All I can say is that time flows by, generations change, and people's ideas also change.
Tonight, what he saw in the Demon Slayer Corps was not a continuation of the grudge from a hundred years ago.
Rather, it was a faint sense of self-reproach and a longing for a new life.
Seeing that the Scribe was about to leave, Ubuyashiki Karaya was about to speak up to stop him.
"Scribe..."
"No need, I have already achieved my goal."
Interrupting him, the Scribe waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to follow anymore.
"By the way, Kaza, if you have a son, name him Ubuyashiki Kagaya."
As he descended the mountain, the Scribe couldn't help but think of this.
When we meet again, the gears of the world will probably be spinning at high speed.
Chapter 117 Deep in the Mountains, the Himejima Gyomei
After leaving the Demon Slayer Corps, Scribe returned to his home.
A few days later, he made a surprising decision.
He resigned from all his positions and handed them over to Tamayo and others to manage.
He himself wanted to explore different places.
And so, through his somewhat willful decision, the Scribe became a "ronin".
That departure lasted for twenty years.
Over the past twenty years, he has also completed numerous systematic tasks.
Now, all his abilities have been elevated to the "extraordinary" peak.
Swordsmanship, physical skills, and even auxiliary abilities such as medicine have all been elevated to extraordinary peaks.
It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of human potential.
Just as he was pondering how to transcend the extraordinary and enter the realm of perfection, the system's notification sound suddenly rang in his mind again.
"Go deep into the mountains to help Himejima Gyomei clear his name of his sins."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe's lips curled into a faint smile.
Are the characters from the original work finally going to come out into the world?
After settling the accounts, the Scribe left the small town.
Guided by the system, the Scribe headed toward the nameless mountain.
Soon, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.
He learned from some of the residents that there was a temple in the mountain.
In that temple lived a tall young man and some children abandoned by their parents.
After carefully inquiring about the young man's appearance, the Scribe confirmed his identity.
It is the future Stone Hashira, the Himejima Gyomei.
Upon entering the mountains, the Scribe discovered that the environment was quite pleasant.
The babbling brook flows on, the lush green grass sways in the breeze, and a naked young man...
Huh? A naked young man?
Looking closely, the Scribe indeed spotted a tall, naked figure bathing not far ahead.
A twitch ran through his facial muscles, and the Scribe realized he had arrived at an inopportune time.
Fortunately, Himejima was almost done taking a bath.
After wiping himself clean, Himejima noticed the Scribe not far away as he was about to leave.
Although he was blind, he always felt that the creature in front of him was terrifyingly powerful.
Although it has the shape of a human, its inner self is like the sun.
If the other party hadn't meant him no harm, Himejima Gyomei felt he would have been killed in an instant.
"Are you Himejima Gyomei?"
"It's me, and you are...?"
"I am Scribe, now just a leisurely person traveling around."
Nodding, Himejima Gyomei didn't say anything more, but his eyes couldn't help but drift over in their direction.
He always felt that the man in front of him who was always smiling was not as simple as he seemed.
Looking up at the sun, which was already mostly below the horizon, Scribe raised an eyebrow slightly.
It's getting dark.
In other words, those guys might be coming out soon.
Not only did the Scribe notice that it was getting dark, but the same was true for the Himejima Gyomei beside him.
He glanced at the Scribe beside him and extended an invitation.
"Um, Mister Scribe, it seems you don't have a place to stay."
"No, no."
"If you don't mind, would you like to stay at our house for one night?"
The Scribe was somewhat surprised by the invitation from the Himejima Gyomei.
Putting himself in the other person's shoes, he wouldn't invite someone he'd just met and who seemed a bit off into his home.
But Himejima Gyomei still invited him, and judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be putting on an act.
"This guy really has a kind heart."
With a sigh, Scribe smiled slightly.
"If that's the case, then we're in trouble."
Nodding, Himejima Gyomei picked up the bamboo basket beside him.
"However, I came out a bit late today and haven't caught enough prey yet."
As he spoke, he pointed to the forest beside them.
"I want to find something to eat before it gets completely dark."
"Regarding this, I think I can help you."
After saying that, the Scribe Himejima Gyomei and into the forest.
Seeing this, Himejima reached out, seemingly wanting to stop Scribe.
But then he thought, a man who could put so much pressure on him should be fine, right?
Sure enough, a short while after the Scribe approached the forest, all sorts of sounds erupted from the once silent forest.
There were roars of wild beasts and the sound of something being chopped apart.
Every now and then, there would be loud explosions.
Looking at the forest where flames were constantly shooting out, Himejima wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After a while, the Scribe emerged from the darkness.
In his left hand, he was also holding a huge bear skin.
The bear skin was covered with the flesh and blood of various wild animals, as well as some edible wild fruits.
Looking at the food in front of him, which was almost half his height, Himejima Gyomei was stunned.
"Mister Scribe, did you hunt all of these by yourself?"
The Scribe nodded and said.
"Since this is my first visit, I should naturally prepare a small gift."
You call these small gifts...
With his eyelids twitching, Himejima felt that his worldview had been greatly shaken today.
"Well, don't overthink it. You must be worried about the children. Let's hurry up and go."
"Good."
Himejima did not show much surprise that the Scribe knew about the children.
After all, everyone in the nearby villages knows that he is a blind monk who likes to take care of children.
Without saying much, Himejima led the way, and together with Scribe, they returned to the dilapidated temple.
From a great distance, the two spotted some young children.
Upon spotting Himejima ahead, the children immediately jumped up.
"Brother Himejima, you're back!"
Seeing these young children, a smile appeared on Himejima's lips.
He stepped forward and patted each of the children's heads.
When he was young, he witnessed his brothers die of hunger, and that's why he didn't want these children to experience the same thing.
Then, to the children's astonishment, he introduced the Scribe to them.
"You should thank the Mister Scribe properly; all this food was brought to you by them."