This is no longer the Edo, nor is it the era of ninjas.
Regardless of whether there are still ninjas or not, even if there are, what difference does it make?
With just a musket, an ordinary person could kill three to five times the number of enemies.
As the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife; but with a musket in hand, you've got the world at your fingertips.
These people probably died at the hands of a group of assassins who enjoyed role-playing.
This was just something ordinary people would chat about casually, but to the Scribe, it wasn't so simple.
He knew very well that seriousness did indeed exist in this world.
Although he didn't know if what he saw here was what he expected, it still piqued his interest.
I've lived this long and I've never seen a ninja before.
"Let me see if it really is you."
Having conceived a plan in his mind, the Scribe chose a hotel to stay in.
As night fell, many businesses closed their doors.
Even so, there are still some scattered small vendors on the streets.
The bustling market was even noisier than in the morning, and perhaps even a bit more so.
As time went by, even the bustling markets gradually quieted down.
In the end, the entire town fell silent.
Just then, the Scribe heard footsteps.
The sound was very faint, yet also very frequent.
It's clear that these people's steps have undergone professional training.
The footsteps grew louder as they approached, stopping at the hotel where he was staying.
Immediately afterwards, a faint sound reached the Scribe's ears.
"Has the target been confirmed?"
"It's confirmed, right where we expected."
"Assess the surrounding environment and follow my instructions."
"Yes, Father."
"How many times have I told you, don't call me Father, call me Zero!"
Meanwhile, directly above the hotel, a tall man and a slightly thin man were talking.
The tall man had just given his son a low reprimand when suddenly his expression changed.
His gaze shifted to a shadowy spot, and he then drew a kunai.
"Come out, I know you're there!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a male voice suddenly rang out.
"Good alertness, but unfortunately, the guess was wrong."
The Scribe's voice rang out from behind them, and his next words left them stunned.
"I think you are from the Uzui Clan."
Did I say I was a guard in Chapter 123?
Upon hearing the words "Uzui Clan," the tall man immediately moved.
He ran his fingers across his waist, and several streaks of black light appeared.
Under the cold moonlight, the Scribe saw a black light flying towards him.
It was First Form of darts.
A strange smell appeared in the air, and the Scribe raised an eyebrow slightly.
The darts are poisonous!
Upon discovering that the dart was poisonous, the Scribe's gaze turned icy cold.
Since the other party has already gone all out, there is no need for me to hold back anything.
The Nichirin Blade at his waist was instantly drawn, and then the Scribe disappeared from the spot.
The tall man was startled when he realized that the Scribe had disappeared from his sight.
"Oh no, we've encountered a master!"
With a slight stomp of his foot, he frantically retreated backward.
During the backward jump, he even pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist.
However, as soon as he drew his dagger, he immediately felt a heat emanating from beside him.
His pupils were filled with astonishment. He turned his head and found that the Scribe had already appeared beside him.
He held the knife, which he had never seen before, high in his hand, and then slashed down fiercely.
This kid's trying to cut off my arm!
Realizing the Scribe's intentions, the tall man immediately began to twist his body frantically, trying to dodge the Scribe's attack.
However, a Scribe's attack is not so easy to dodge.
No matter how he dodged, the Scribe's Nichirin Blade seemed to have GPS, slashing towards his left arm.
The sharp blade emitted a fiery heat, making the man feel as if he were dodging not a blade, but a ball of flame.
The feeling of dehydration on his skin was getting worse and worse, and the man had lost all his space to escape.
In the critical moment, two strange knives suddenly appeared.
It turned out that another man standing next to the tall man made the move.
As soon as they appeared, two knives were swung down toward the Scribe's head.
With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe guessed what the other person was thinking.
To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.
Rather than resorting to potentially ineffective defense, he chose to attack the Scribe directly.
If the Scribe insists on attacking the tall man, then he too shall bear the consequences of his own attack.
"As you wish."
Amidst the second man's surprised exclamation, the Scribe decisively abandoned his attack and instead raised his Nichirin Blade.
With a clang of metal striking metal, the Nichirin Blade and the twin swords clashed.
The moment they made contact, the man knew that his arm strength was no match for the Scribe's.
"How is that possible? I'm the strongest of my nine brothers and sisters!"
The man could not hide the horror in his eyes and used all his strength to try to subdue the Scribe.
The veins on his arms bulged as he used every ounce of strength he had, focusing all his power on the twin swords in his hands.
Even so, the Scribe's Nichirin Blade showed no sign of rising.
Not only that, but there is even a slight downward trend.
"Is there really no way to fix this?!"
The man's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't believe what had happened that day.
In a normal fight, he would have already considered running away.
But at this moment, he didn't even have the ability to escape.
Even sheathing the sword has become a luxury!
The only good news was that the tall man managed to jump away from the Scribe during those few seconds he had bought.
Although one arm was covered in burn marks, at least it wasn't ruined.
Although the injuries were somewhat serious, they were still within an acceptable range.
Once the tall man was free, the Scribe's attention shifted to the man who had saved him.
Although it was a diversion of attention, it was only a fleeting glance.
Then, he kicked it out.
With a bang, he kicked him away, followed by a scream.
The man's body flew out and eventually crashed onto the roof of a bungalow.
The black mask used to conceal his identity was shattered into pieces of cloth.
"Cough cough"
The man coughed up several mouthfuls of blood while covering his mouth, feeling an almost unbearable pain in his chest.
Several sternum bones were broken, as were the ribs.
If it weren't for the training from his ninja family and his own willpower, he would have already fainted.
Even so, he is now in too much pain to move.
Scribe glanced at the man's appearance and smiled slightly.
Just as he had suspected, the man was indeed a member of the Uzui Clan.
It was Tengen Uzui, the future Sound Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
At this moment, Tengen Uzui's eyes kept moving, as if searching for something.
"No need to look anymore, your old man has already run away."
The Scribe's voice rang out, instantly shattering Tengen Uzui's illusions.
Just as the other party said, they found no trace of their father still being there.
It seems that I have been abandoned as a pawn.
With a bitter smile on his lips, Tengen Uzui closed his eyes.
Born into a ninja family, he naturally knew that this was a normal thing.
If it weren't for the fear that his actions would be discovered by the Scribe, his father might have even killed him with his own hands.
The reason was simply to prevent intelligence leaks.
"Heh, just kill me, I won't say a word."
Slowly closing his eyes, Tengen Uzui adopted an expression of fearlessness in the face of death.
Nevertheless, the sorrow on his face could not be concealed.
Anyone with normal emotions would feel this way if abandoned by their own family.
However, after a while, the pain that Tengen Uzui had imagined did not come.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw only the Scribe slowly sheathing his sword.
"You... you're not going to kill me?"
A hint of doubt appeared on his face, and Tengen Uzui's eyes widened in surprise.
Does this mean the other party intends to reason with us and appeal to our emotions?
Just as he was thinking this, Scribe suddenly appeared beside him in a flash.
Why would I kill you?
"But weren't you sent as guards to stop us?"
Scribe scratched his head and blinked a few times.