Chapter 25 Business Trip
Haha, that was so cool, I love it! No wonder that scumbag boss likes Naruto so much and is so good at cooperating. I was so cool just now.
After leaving, Yan Sheng returned to his own space in the Infinite Castle, covered his face, and squatted on the ground. The scabbard made a crisp tapping sound as he moved.
After his heart raced for a long time, Yan Sheng finally calmed down a bit. He felt that he was being too immature and suddenly felt very embarrassed.
Forget it, let's cultivate immortality... no, let's practice cultivation.
Yan Sheng closed his eyes. He actually already had all of Yan Sheng's memories and understood all the moves, but he had never used or practiced them.
Because it's too unrealistic. Even a genius couldn't possibly comprehend so many techniques all at once, except perhaps for a child of God.
"Type 8 - Moon Dragon Wheel Tail".
Following the blade, a purple, flowing light slashed out, accompanied by a dark blue crescent blade that circled around it.
Every breath technique of Kokuichi Iwakatsu is a wide-range attack, an extremely powerful AOE move, making him a master at destroying bases. Iwakatsu doesn't dare to leave the Infinite Castle when practicing, as the noise is too great and he's too easily spotted.
"Pick-up Form - Face-Piercing Slash - Moonlit Maiden".
After another move, Yan Sheng stopped. He was still not very proficient in using the technique, and his body's mechanisms had been damaged due to the incorrect posture.
It hurt quite a bit, but it was bearable. Yan Sheng clenched his fist and sheathed the Void Crying God.
During the days that Iwakatsu was training without interruption, Kibutsuji Muzan was also constantly experimenting, comparing, and eliminating possibilities.
Looking at the piles of failed samples and data around him, Muzan Kibutsuji angrily overturned the table. Experimental equipment slid to the floor with the movement, shattering glass everywhere.
"Damn it, what's missing?"
Looking at the mess on the ground, Muzan Kibutsuji picked up the best data sheet, which showed minimal effect.
There's no point in dragging this out any longer.
Muzan Kibutsuji has been conducting this research for a long time. Tamayo's involvement had given him some initial success, but now the demon has run away again. It's all that damned Yoriichi Tsugikuni's fault.
Tamayo made significant contributions to the medical field, but her ideas and research were completely opposite to Muzan Kibutsuji's. He didn't simply want to overcome sunlight, but rather to overcome it while preserving the body's existing state.
Immortality goes against the laws of nature, and everything comes at a price. Muzan Kibutsuji angrily burned all the data; his existing equipment was exhausted, and there was a gap in time before the experimental equipment arrived.
"Let's go check out the new industries."
Kibutsuji Muzan changed into a white suit with a black shirt underneath, and wore a white hat. His long black hair was also transformed into short, curly black hair that reached his chin.
"Kuroshibo, come here."
Muzan Kibutsuji casually straightened his tie as a wooden door appeared not far in front of him. The door slowly opened, and feet clad in white tabi socks and wooden clogs stepped out.
"No misfortune, sir."
Iwakatsu bowed respectfully to Muzan Kibutsuji, then stood up and looked around, almost thinking he had gone back.
Such modern British-style suits seem to be rare even in other countries. It seems like they shouldn't exist now, Iwakatsu thought to himself in silence, but then he thought about it again, and realized that time had compressed into a single moment, so it wasn't surprising that such clothes existed now.
"Kuroshibo, well done. Useless trash should be eliminated."
Kibutsuji Muzan straightened his suit, glanced at her with his red vertical pupils, and said in an approving tone.
"Thank you... for your appreciation."
Yan Sheng lowered his eyes, his attention now entirely focused on the papers and shards of glass scattered on the floor. It seemed the scumbag boss's experiment had failed again, and he'd thrown a tantrum.
"Kuroshibo, mimic him and come with me."
Kibutsuji Muzan crossed his arms and tapped his fingers on his arms as he looked at Iwakatsu.
Huh? Me?
Yan Sheng couldn't believe it. Why was he being called? Xian Yue had gotten quite a bit thinner; shouldn't she be out recruiting? Where did she suddenly go?
Despite having a million questions in his mind, Iwakatsu did as Kibutsuji Muzan said in order to make a good impression on the scumbag boss.
When Iwakatsu transformed his six eyes back to their human form and opened them to look at Muzan Kibutsuji, the latter slapped his face.
? ? ?hello?
"Kuroshibo, put this on, and change into some suitable clothes while you're at it."
Kibutsuji Muzan pulled out a pair of sunglasses, which, to be honest, Kokushibo thought were ugly. Kokushibo didn't move, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a moment.
"Kuroshibo?"
"..."
Kibutsuji Muzan stared at the person standing in front of him for a long time before sighing.
"Never mind, just cover your face."
Kibutsuji Muzan released his grip, turned away from Iwakatsu, kicked aside the clutter blocking his way, and pulled back the curtains that had been drawn.
"…yes."
For a moment, Iwakatsu was genuinely unhappy, though he didn't know why. Although the style was a bit old-fashioned for him, he was clearly more familiar with shirts and suits than the kimono he was wearing.
I feel that my ideas are getting closer and closer to those of Katsuyuki Tsugikuni.
Thinking this, Yan Sheng put on the long-unseen gauze hat again, and looking at the blood-stained area below, he cut off a part of the white gauze.
Kibutsuji Muzan is a trendy person. Perhaps because he has lived for a long time, he is always interested in new things, so he cannot quite understand Iwakatsu's old-fashioned ideas.
I don't understand, but as a partner, I should just respect it.
Yan Sheng could sense the boss's emotions and silently curled his lip. "I don't understand your strange mentality of wanting me to go out with you when you clearly don't want to see that face."
"Go and call a few more people to clean this place up later."
Kibutsuji Muzan gave an order to the servant who had been standing at the door without coming in, and in the instant he raised his hand, a wooden door appeared in front of him.
"Let's go, Kokushibo."
Iwakatsu silently followed Kibutsuji Muzan through the wooden door and into an empty alley.
Through the alleyway, Yan Sheng could see the bustling street, with pedestrians coming and going, creating a lively atmosphere.
Walking down the street, he attracted all sorts of stares. Iwakatsu was already tall, and here he stood out even more. Plus, his clothes were different from Muzan Kibutsuji's, making him look like he came from a wealthy family.
Muzan Kibutsuji paid no attention and, after many twists and turns, arrived at an exquisite and luxurious shop.
The store was very large and uniquely designed, with many people coming and going. Muzan Kibutsuji stepped inside without hesitation, while Iwakatsu watched as a figure completely covered in clothing led several humans hurriedly running over.
"Lord Muzan, Lord Kokushibo, please come in."
The one who arrived was Upper Moon Riku, the manager of this restaurant. Iwakatsu was also surprised that this boy, who looked to be in his teens and was wrapped up tightly, with a socially awkward appearance, was actually managing such a large restaurant.
Kibutsuji Muzan seemed to have thought of something as well, and said to Iwakatsu as he walked up to the private room.
"Kuroshibo, you just happened to kill the demon who was in charge of the businesses in the entertainment district. I'll take you there to manage them in a while."
Iwakatsu's pupils trembled. A red-light district? A brothel?
"Muzan, sir... your subordinate is a man..." I'm not suited to be a madam!
"It's okay, you can just become a woman, and I'll find a suitable person to replace you as soon as possible."
After saying that, Muzan Kibutsuji probably thought of the appearance of his Upper Moon One on the cover, and continued to use manipulative tactics a few more times.
"It won't be long. Kokushibo, you are the most reliable demon in my hands. I trust you."
"yes……"
Since things have come to this point, Iwakatsu can no longer refuse. It's only a few days. If it really doesn't work, he should hurry up and find Daki.
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