Meeting Another Descendant of the Rengoku Family (4,000-Word Special)

The Scribe nodded, but remained silent.

He was eager to see what other disgusting behaviors the other party could exhibit now.

Seeing that the Scribe had admitted it, a hint of despair flashed in Kaigaku's eyes.

Since you saw it all, why didn't you just come out and save me?

If you could kill that monster so easily, why did you drag it out until now?

If you had come out sooner, I wouldn't have had to go through all that.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, and a twisted and frenzied expression gradually filled Kaigaku's face.

"Is it wrong for me to want to live?! Why, why won't you come out and save me?!"

Upon hearing what Kaigaku said, Scribe couldn't help but sigh.

A person's words are good when they are about to die.

However, this principle clearly does not apply to Kaigaku.

"In your final moments, reflect carefully on your sins."

After leaving those words, the Scribe turned and walked out of the forest.

Seeing that the Scribe still hadn't chosen to help him, Kaigaku couldn't help but curse.

But no matter how much he cursed, the Scribe showed no sign of stopping.

Gradually, Kaigaku's insults turned into pleas for mercy.

"Help me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please give me another chance!"

Faced with Kaigaku's pleas for mercy, the Scribe had only one thought in his mind.

If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place.

After leaving the forest, the Scribe quickly returned to the temple.

As he entered, Scribe saw Bei Ming Himejima.

"How's it going?"

He had just heard the explosion and thought that either Scribe or Kaigaku had encountered some misfortune.

If it weren't for the worry that the children would be in danger after he left, Himejima would have rushed out to search for them long ago.

"Two pieces of good news."

Two pieces of good news?

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Himejima was somewhat bewildered.

Generally speaking, it's neither good news nor bad news.

With a slight smile, the Scribe spoke directly.

"One of them was a demon that tried to eat you, but I destroyed it."

"And the second one!"

Staring intently at Scribe, Himejima's face was filled with curiosity.

"You'll find out about the second one later."

After saying that, the Scribe turned around and stopped talking.

Startled, Himejima blinked.

"Hey, what about Kaigaku? Have you found him yet?"

Scribe smiled but remained silent.

No matter how much Himejima pressed him, he didn't reveal any second piece of good news or Kaigaku's whereabouts.

And so, the night passed quickly.

The next morning, at the suggestion of the Scribe, Himejima and the other children accepted the suggestion to go down the mountain.

There was only one reason why the other party agreed to leave the mountains.

The Scribe told him about ghosts.

After learning about the existence of demons, Himejima realized that he was unable to protect the children.

He chose to live in the town for their safety.

The Scribe also assured that he would find a suitable job for Himejima.

Led by the Scribe, they soon arrived at a nearby town.

At the same time, the Scribe also received a reward for this mission.

Rare Blood level increased by one.

The number of people who received physical enhancement training increased from ten to twenty.

"Not bad."

Clenching his fist, the Scribe was very satisfied with the increased strength.

At his level, every additional bit of power becomes infinitely more difficult than before.

Having reached the limits of his swordsmanship and physical skills, it was unexpected that he could improve them using Rare Blood.

"Mister Scribe, do you know anyone in this town?"

Taking a few quick steps forward, Himejima revealed a hint of sorrow.

Since arriving in town, the Scribe has been taking them around everywhere.

It's fine for a few days, but if this continues, your wallet won't be able to take it.

No, at least not now.

Without any intention of concealing anything, the Scribe answered directly.

Speechless, Himejima had no idea what Scribe meant.

He previously said he had acquaintances in this town, but now he says he doesn't.

After a few exchanges, the blind, gleaming monk was completely bewildered.

"Don't worry, someone we know will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe's lips suddenly curled into a grin.

He pointed to a boy in front of him and said.

"Look, isn't that it?"

Following the direction the Scribe was pointing, Himejima could not see the other person's face, but she could sense the other person's aura.

It was a very reassuring feeling, as if all the worries in one's heart would be soothed.

The boy that the Scribe was referring to was naturally a member of the Ubuyashiki Clan.

To be precise, it was the 97th Demon Slayer Corps Oyakata-sama, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

As he approached, Scribe patted the other person on the shoulder.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, Yaozai was slightly startled, turning his head to look.

What he saw was an extremely familiar face.

Although I have never met the other person in person, I have seen their portrait hundreds of times.

"You are, the Mister Scribe?"

His face was full of surprise; Yaozai seemed quite astonished to have met Sun Breathing Swordsman here.

With a slight smile, the Scribe said.

"Don't be nervous. Compared to that, the swordsman in the team isn't doing so well."

Although he was curious as to why the other party asked this question as soon as they met, Yaozai quickly realized what was going on.

As the other party said, the older generation of pillar-level players were either injured or killed.

Even those who are physically fit have to retire due to their advanced age.

Currently, many of the nine Pillar positions in the Demon Slayer Corps are vacant.

Upon hearing Yaozai's words, the Scribe smiled.

Scribe Himejima Gyomei from behind and patted him hard.

"I've found you a good guy."

Upon seeing such a tall person for the first time, Yaozai couldn't help but raise his head and squint his eyes.

"Look at this big guy, he can do anything."

Chapter 120 Reencounter with the Descendants of the Rengoku Family (4000-word long chapter)

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, not only Ubuyashiki Kagaya, but even the person involved, Himejima Gyomei, could not understand.

He always felt as if he had been sold out by the Scribe.

Although he knew that the Scribe wasn't that kind of person, he still felt strange.

I felt like a fat pig being pushed to the front.

The Scribe is a merchant, while Ubuyashiki Kagaya is like a customer who comes to select goods.

Merchants typically pat their goods while boasting about how good their fat pigs are.

The customers were also moved by the merchant's words and nodded from time to time.

As for Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Scribe's words piqued his interest.

I learned from my ancestors that the Scribe of the Sun Breathing Swordsman was not a casual person.

Although this was the first time he had seen the blind monk in front of him, the fact that the Scribe spoke of him in such a way meant that he must have some extraordinary abilities.

Thinking about this, Yaozai couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Noticing the other party's hesitation, Scribe smiled.

"If you're hesitant, you can take it back and test it. It will definitely surprise you."

Upon hearing this, Yaozai nodded.

If the other party is not the person the Scribe described, then that's fine. But if they are, then I've truly struck gold.

Moreover, it was already unexpected that I could meet the Scribe in such a place.

"I haven't asked him his name yet."

"My name is Himejima Gyomei."

With his hands clasped together, Himejima bowed slightly.

"Although I don't know if I'm qualified, please give me your guidance."

"Welcome, Himejima."

With a slight smile, Yaozai extended his hand.

Meanwhile, Himejima Gyomei also reached out, and their two disproportionate hands clasped together.

"By the way, are there only the two of you here?"

With a wave of his hand, the Scribe pointed behind him.

"And these little guys too."

After speaking, the Scribe stepped aside.

At this moment, Yaozai noticed that there were seven or eight children following behind Scribe and the others.

"There might be some of the talents you're looking for among them; you can test them out together."

Nodding, Yaozai then counted.