Chapter Thirty-Nine
After the meeting, Muzan dismissed all the Crescent Moons and returned to his residence.
It is currently a full moon night.
The moonlight overhead was alluring, and a gentle breeze swept by, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.
Muzan leaned against the window, swirling a transparent stemmed glass in his hand.
It contained his favorite rare blood.
Just as he squinted, preparing to enjoy this peaceful moment,
"Crunch—crunch—"
A sudden, jagged sound rang out. Muzan was startled, and the liquid he had been holding in his mouth was stuck in his throat, making him feel extremely awkward.
He turned to look at the source of the sound, and what he saw made him feel terrible.
Under a tree not far away, Yoriichi Tsugikuni was sawing back and forth across the neck of a demon with a Nichirin Blade.
The blade penetrated three inches into the neck, making a sound that was extremely unsettling.
As Yoriichi sawed, he stared intently at him, his gloomy face hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly, yet it inexplicably made one's heart tremble.
The sawed-off demon knelt on the ground, its head pressed against a dead tree stump, its black hair disheveled, obscuring its face.
Muzan felt a strange sense of familiarity, yet he couldn't immediately place it.
The other party didn't keep him waiting long. The next second, the demon, with only a bit of skin and flesh still clinging to its neck, seemed to sense his gaze, slowly raised its head, and then—
"Well--!!"
Muzan felt a jolt run through his body, and the glass in his hand shattered on the ground with a crisp "crack".
The evil spirit was none other than himself.
"Muzan! What do you take humans for?"
Yoriichi Tsugikuni raised his eyes and shouted fiercely, his hand rising and his sword falling. Muzan watched helplessly as "his" head rolled to the ground, gradually turning into ashes.
"Aaaaaahh ...
He screamed in surprise and suddenly woke up from the bed. As he sat up, he reached out and touched his neck.
The cool skin pressed against my fingertips, without any marks.
It's still there, the head is still there too.
He looked around in shock and found himself still in the Infinity Castle, with no sign of Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
He had another nightmare.
Muzan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then—
"Chika!!!! I'm going to kill you!"
Nakime, who was sitting on the stage, suddenly trembled her hand, plucked the strings of her harp, and instantly moved 108,000 miles away from Muzan.
However, before she could even catch her breath, a voice popped into her head.
"Narukae, call Yuuki over here!"
Yuuki was once Doma's subordinate, and Muzan has always harbored suspicions about her. But now, he has been driven to the brink of despair.
Yuuki was inexplicably teleported to Muzan's side, and at this moment she was holding a strange tree branch in her hand and fiddling with it in her mouth.
Upon seeing Muzan, she reacted calmly, as if she had seen it all before.
She took the twig out of her mouth, took another sip of water from the cup in her left hand, gurgled twice, and then spat it back into the cup.
After doing these actions, she put down the toothbrush and cup, and silently knelt down on both knees. "Greetings, Lord Muzan! Long live the Lord!"
Muzan was a little unsure what she was doing, so he frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yuuki looked up at Muzan, "Brushing my teeth... I got some meat stuck between my teeth... Master... Doesn't it get stuck when you eat meat?"
As she spoke, she revealed a row of shiny teeth covered in foam.
Muzan: "..."
For some reason, Muzan saw a familiar figure in her.
But then I thought about it again, and it makes sense. How normal could the people that guy brought out be?
With that thought, Muzan suddenly found him more pleasing to the eye, and even remembered his serious business.
"You say you have a way to deal with Qianxia, tell me about it." He propped his head up and looked down at the woman in the audience, his eyes dark. "Let's get serious."
Yuuki bowed again: "Lord Muzan, please understand that I was originally a subordinate of the traitor Doma, and was personally transformed by him."
"My subordinate's Blood Demon Art, 'Mirror of the Past,' can use Douma's blood as a catalyst to temporarily allow the target's consciousness to enter a fragment of Douma's memory."
"Although we cannot directly change the past, if we choose key moments and guide him, we may be able to plant different seeds in Lord Doma's heart..."
Muzan rested his chin on his hand, his eyes darkening slightly. "You mean, alter Doma's memories, so that they... will kill each other?"
Yuuki nodded silently.
"Hmph! I thought it was some brilliant scheme, but you make it sound so impressive that I could accomplish it with just a flick of my finger." Muzan scoffed coldly, "You're clearly still a country bumpkin."
Yuki pursed her lips in silence.
If you're going to say something, just say it. Why do you have to insult her?
I really hate it, thank you.
"Go down."
At Muzan's command, Yuuki felt a blur before her eyes, and instantly she was home. But looking at the familiar wooden floor, she suddenly remembered—
The toothbrush has fallen into Muzan's house.
......
On a sunny afternoon, Chinatsu lay quietly in Tamayo's house, her consciousness drifting through the dreams of the Demon Slayer Corps members. She was helping the Pillars and Tanjiro and the others familiarize themselves with the fighting styles of the Upper Rank Demons.
This training lasted for most of the day, until night fell.
That's all for today.
Chika sat on the treetop of an ancient tree in her dream, her bare feet swaying gently, her smile bright. "I have taught you most of the Upper Moon techniques I know. Please be sure to recall them repeatedly after you wake up."
"Furthermore, please reflect deeply on the 'qi' I teach you; it will be of utmost benefit to your spiritual practice."
Yes, Chinatsu also passed on her Nen abilities to the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. The only condition was that when passing them on, she had to ensure that the recipient would not fall into the path of demons.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Don't worry." Kanae Butterfly was the first to respond with a smile, waving goodbye to Chinatsu in the tree.
In an instant, everyone's figures vanished from the dream.
Chika let out a soft sigh, looked up at the distant horizon, and was about to leap down from the tree branch.
This sudden feeling of weightlessness is the easiest way to wake someone from a dream.
"jingle--"
A crisp wind chime suddenly rang out. A rich floral fragrance wafted over, and the leaves rustled in the air.
Chika subconsciously looked down at the source of the sound and was immediately stunned.
The original training scene of the Demon Slayer Corps has disappeared, replaced by a garden landscape with red tiles and green trees.
Cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and petals fall like rain in the wind.
"Huh? Who are you?"
Amidst the cherry blossom rain beneath the tree, a white-haired child looked up at her, his seven-colored eyes clear as glass, full of curiosity.
Chika was stunned, as was Doma, who was standing under the tree.
On the branches of a blooming cherry tree, she sat there, bathed in the golden glow of the sunset, her flowing hair dancing lightly among the petals.
In his eyes, looking up at her, she was like a celestial maiden who had suddenly descended to earth, her beauty untouched by the dust of the world.
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