After thinking about it, Tokito Ichiro still explained to the leader what the modern Demon Slayer Corps looks like. As for Ubuyashiki Yoya's slightly stiff smile when he heard Ichiro's description of his other self, the biggest difference should be that the two demon kings are completely different from each other.
“Isn’t it Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan?”
"To be more precise, Muzan Muzan is the old Demon King." Tokito Ichiro replied, "The new Demon King has been hiding in the dark, constantly creating new cannibal demons, and the Demon Slayer Corps has been unable to find his true appearance and name."
"As the number of demons increased, people were attacked by demons at night more and more, causing widespread panic, so the Demon Slayer Corps was brought to the fore."
Hearing this, Yoshiya nodded. He was silent for a moment. All the questions he had prepared to ask had been answered. The only thing left was the twelve demon moons. However, the twelve demon moons did not exist in the world that Tokito Ichiro originally lived in, so he could not get the relevant information.
Sanyashiki Yoya felt regretful about this for a while, but in the final analysis, it is safer to rely on his own abilities in such a situation. Even if there are Twelve Kizuki there, if the Demon King is not Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan, it may be a different demon.
"Excuse me, Ichiro." The host said in a gentle voice, "I don't want to know anything more."
Tokito Yuichiro responded and said goodbye to him. As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw a familiar figure standing at the gate not far away. It was Tokito Yuichiro.
Tokito Muichiro raised his left hand with a small crow resting on it. He turned around when he heard footsteps, with a faint smile on his face.
At Muichiro's signal, the crow flew to Toichiro's shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
Tokito Muichiro said, "This is the crow that the lord assigned to you. It should have arrived at the butterfly house, but it got lost."
"If you get lost normally, forget it." Yuichiro flicked the small black head with his finger, "If you get lost during a mission, just stew it and drink the soup."
The threat in the words was very obvious. The crow was frightened and flapped its wings immediately, running away from this person who was spreading murderous intent towards an innocent crow as quickly as possible.
Tokito Yuichiro watched the crow disappear and said, "You are such a coward."
Tokito Muichiro: “…………” Any crow would be scared by that kind of murderous aura.
The two looked at each other in silence, but somehow they made each other laugh. Yuichiro turned his head away, suppressed his smile, and adjusted his expression back to normal.
Tokito Muichiro said, "Ms. Shinobu said she wants to do another checkup."
After the full examination was completed, Tokito Ichiro was in great spirits and held on to the end.
Tanjiro Kamado, who had just finished a demon-slaying mission and was returning to the Butterfly House to recuperate, passed by and shuddered when he saw the scene inside the house through the open door.
After a few days of rest, all the wounds were healed. With Shinobu Kocho's consent, when he was about to stay in the Butterfly House until it became moldy, Ichiro finally got the Nichirin sword he had repaired back from the swordsmith.
The crow that he had scared away not long ago fluttered its wings and flew back with a letter containing detailed information about the mission.
"Southeast direction...how do I get there?" Tokito Ichiro repeated the direction given by the koya and felt a bit troubled. It was not enough that he couldn't find the exact direction in this unfamiliar place where he had come for the first time, but the fact that the koya was also directionally challenged was even more of a headache.
“Oh, it’s a mission.”
When Tokito Muichiro heard what he was saying, he came over and glanced at the contents of the letter, then showed his own letter to Yuichiro.
"Then we can go together."
Fujiko Kagegami raised her head and looked at the man sitting on the seat with a devout and fanatical gaze. She saw pity emerging from those eyes that were not meant for humans, and his cold fingers gently touched the obvious bruise on her cheek.
"So that's how it is. Did she escape from her husband's violence? How pitiful."
She heard the man speak in a sighing voice, and his fingertips had already slid from his cheek to the throbbing pulse on his neck. This was undoubtedly a fatal spot, but Fujiko Kagegami, who had always been vigilant in protecting her vital parts, had completely become his believer at this moment, and only wanted to be closer and closer to him.
She murmured the man's name, and the man gently grasped her slender wrist and put it to his mouth. Kagegami Fujiko thought she would receive a gentle kiss, but the next moment she was awakened by the clear pain in her wrist.
Sensing danger and wanting to escape, Fujiko subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but the man held her hand tighter, and she was also restrained by the back of her neck. Then, the man opened his mouth slightly and bit her neck. From a distance, it looked like Fujiko Jing was being held in the man's arms lovingly.
"Master... Your Excellency..."
The woman's voice faded away, and the last thing she saw was the man she called the leader raising his head, with her blood still on his lips.
The sound of a shamisen suddenly rang out in the air. In the darkness, the sword-wielding warrior in a kimono did not change his appearance. The three pairs of eyes on his face did not seem out of place. There were a few words on the left and right of the middle pair - Upper String, One.
"Oh my, you actually came to my place?" Kokushibo glanced at the still intact woman in Douma's arms, looked away with disinterest, and when he met those colorful eyes, he frowned.
"It is only the order of Lord Wubei."
Kokushibo speaks a little slowly, perhaps because he doesn't often communicate with people or ghosts. Rather than doing these useless things, he would rather hone his sword skills to the top.
Douma threw away the woman whom he had treated as a treasure just now. He didn't care about Kokushibo's cold attitude at all. He supported his face with one hand and opened his golden fan to cover his sweet smile.
"Since Lord Wuwu has not given any specific orders, how about Lord Kokushibo come with me to pick up some food?"
"unnecessary."
Kokushibo gave a brief refusal. He had some experience of how annoying Douma was. Even Muzan Muzan didn't want to stay with him any longer.
There was no mission assigned at the moment. If Muzan Kibutsuji hadn't asked him to wait for instructions with Douma, he might never have appeared here.
I feel that I am likable and have never been disliked, and I have a harmonious and friendly relationship with my colleagues. Tongma closed his folding fan and tapped it lightly on his palm.
"By the way, there will be a celebration event here tonight." He remembered this and immediately sent a recommendation to Kokushibo: "I participated in it once a few days ago. It was very lively."
The celebration here is held every two months, and the 'some time ago' mentioned by Douma refers to the event he happened to encounter when he came here two months ago.
“No need to go.”
"Eh——Wouldn't that be a pity? Mr. Kokushibo, won't you consider it a little more?"
"There's no need to think about this kind of thing."
Your friend Kokushibo has sent you three consecutive rejections.
Douma pouted and looked bored. He sat on a high seat and fiddled with Keigami Fujiko's hands. The wounds on her wrists and neck that she had bitten on before had stopped bleeding.
The woman's body, which used to smell fragrant, now had no smell. Douma didn't have to eat every day like low-level ghosts. Now that he had lost his appetite, he left behind Fujiko Kagegami's cold body, which had lost its life force.
Thinking that he and Douma just couldn't get along and not wanting to say a word, Kokushibo gave up on having a normal conversation with him and walked out of the gate. The moonlight in the courtyard slanted onto the surface of the pond.
Without looking around, Kokushibo turned and pushed open another tightly closed door on the side, successfully leaving the gathering point of the Eternal Paradise Cult established by Douma.
I don't know what Douma was thinking, but the Eternal Paradise was built right in the middle of the town, so that people nearby could see the mansion at a glance. Even though it was night, there were still quite a few people. The people coming and going with joy on their faces didn't look into the dark alley.
The two pairs of eyes that were mimicked by the demon were finally removed. Kokushibo didn't want to cause any trouble at this time, so he just canceled the mimicry, which didn't require much effort.
There was no one patrolling the town to check if anyone was carrying a sword, so Kokushibo hung his Nichirin sword around his waist and walked out of the alley.
The bright lights on the street outside were clearly distinguished from the dim alley where no light could penetrate, just like the natural opposites of light and darkness.
It was night when Tokito Ichiro and Muichiro arrived at the mission location, and the two of them found a place to hide.
The bustling scene in the town did not match the mission description, which said that "dozens of women have been missing for several days." At least Ichiro saw that everyone looked happy and content.
The two of them found a hotel together. The proprietress at the counter seemed to be meeting twins for the first time. She kept trying to talk to the two of them while collecting money and giving change.
Unfortunately, Tokito Muichiro didn't like to chat, and Yuichiro didn't want to speak at all. He didn't like strangers asking him questions. The proprietress talked for a long time, but when no one responded, she stopped talking in dismay.
The two rooms are adjacent to each other, but this time is not suitable for rest, otherwise a woman will disappear while they are sleeping.
Tokito Ichiro was packing his bags in the room. He didn't bring anything except the necessary wallet and the bottles and jars (emergency medicines) with labels provided by Miss Shinobu. He also found a cane with a wisteria pattern sewn on it. When he sniffed it closely, Tokito Ichiro could tell that it was filled with only wisteria flowers.
There were two gentle knocks on the wooden door.
"Do you want to go out and take a look?" Tokito Muichiro asked, "They are preparing for the celebration outside."
As a ghost, he can no longer eat human food.
Kokushibo stopped near a small restaurant. The people in this town were always enthusiastic for no reason. Just now, more than one of them asked him with a smile if he wanted to go out for dinner together. Seeing that he didn't respond, he didn't look discouraged but was still very happy.
Kokushibo was a little confused. Most of Douma's "food" came from this town, but he walked around the town and didn't see anyone looking for those women. It was as if nothing had happened in this town.
He tilted his head to look to the other side and noticed two silhouettes - swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps.
'There is something behind it.'
The two of them noticed the problem at the same time and looked behind them, but there was no one there. However, the feeling of being stared at could not be an illusion.
The finger silently fell on the hilt of the knife. Tokito Ichiro and Muichiro looked at each other, and they both understood each other's eyes tacitly - 'Lead him to a place where there is no one.'
Everyone in the town gathered in the center. Tokito looked around and tried to go to a more secluded place. There were fewer and fewer people passing by, and the noise of the bustle gradually faded in his ears.
It was easy to guess what the two people were up to by looking at their movements. Kokushibo stood on the roof, following the two similar figures, and could vaguely see the child's appearance.
"What are you doing, Kokushibo?!"
It's been a long time since Muzan Kibutsuji experienced what it feels like to have your heart stop.
He just came to see if Kokushibo had listened to his orders and was waiting in the town where Douma was. As a result, the thought of the Upper Rank One, along with a complete picture, vividly entered his mind when he was peeping, and instantly made Muzan Muzan's pupils shrink to vertical pupils.
In the picture that came into his mind, the child had hair that gradually turned dark red, with flower-shaped earrings on his earlobes, and the crimson streaks on his forehead were just like the huge shadow he had cast on Muzan when he was an adult. In this perspective, the child tilted his head back, with no movement in his eyes.
The next moment, the child who looked only four or five years old suddenly grew taller and turned into the man that Muzan Kibutsuji Muzuru could never forget the most, the man who almost killed him hundreds of years ago - Yoshikazu Tsuchikoku.
"…Lord Mu-heon." Kokushibo replied slowly, completely unaware of the shock he had just given his superior, "I encountered two pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps."
Muzan Muzan slowed down for the first time. The scene had disappeared completely with the transformation of Kokushimo Musashi. There was still some residual anger in his words: "Then kill them all!"