"What should I do, what should I do~?" I said it again and again as I walked along the corridors. Everyone who saw me bowed in a respectful manner. The word of my parents' deaths spread like wildfire. Many people were worried about me, but I didn't care really care though.
I wouldn't say I needed this cult, but I was determined to keep it going. I wouldn't have to worry about money, food, or security while I'm still sick. And it'll be a lot easier to live when I'm a demon. Muzan turned Douma into a demon when he was twenty, so I need to learn a few breathing techniques before that.
But I also have to consider that this world might not be the same as the original. I'm over a hundred years before plot, so I'm bound to change a lot of things. As in, if I kill an ancestor of a future Hashira too soon and that person might not be born.
Trying to stick to the timeline is impossible, so I'm just going to wing it and see what happens. Wait, don't I have a private garden or something?
Sometime Later
"Finally found you." I turned to face the garden in front of me. The sun was setting, which only added to the beauty of the scene. I sighed as I sat there. It was lovely, I think. Unfortunately, there weren't many different kinds of flowers. In the future, I should redo it. I also had no idea this cult was so large; I was always shit when it came to directions, and I still am.
The cult appears to be well-organized, which is unsurprising given what I've seen. This garden is in my area because I have my own private area within the place that only a few people are allowed to enter. On the way, I noticed a few large empty rooms, so perhaps I can add something like a forge or something like that.
It would be very beneficial if I began reading college books and gained a lot of knowledge. But I also have to deal with this cult stuff. I suppose I could do things related to the cult during the day and my own thing at night so that when I become a demon, my routine wouldn't change too much.
"For the time being, I'll just train and do cult stuff. Fuck. I need to find someone who can teach me a breathing technique. So much nonsense to do." I stood up and turned away from the garden, hoping to rekindle my appetite.
When I returned to my small room, I noticed that it had been thoroughly cleaned. There wasn't a drop of blood in sight, and the smell lingered but was very faint, so I wasn't bothered. Hopefully, it will be completely gone by tomorrow.
I peered out into the hall and saw the previous guy. "What's your name again?"
"Sasaki Akihiro, Douma-sama."
Doesn't that mean wise? He does appear wise, I think. What should a wise person look like? I stopped myself from thinking about it because I knew I'd end up asking him if he's wise later. "Could you please get me some food? Perhaps just some rice and meat with a drink. No tea or anything of the sort."
"I'll get it to you soon, Douma-sama." He replied by bowing and walking away. I returned to my room and closed the panels completely. I walked over to my seat and sat down.
"This is far more comfortable than it should be." If I wanted to, I could sleep in it. Fortunately, my food didn't take that long to arrive. The man entered the room, placed another tray in front of me, bowed, and exited without saying anything.
It's strange for me to have everyone act like this around me. I've spent my entire life with a lot of people looking down on me, and now people treat me like I'm some divine being or some nonsense. I'm hoping I'll get used to it eventually.
The Following Day
"Douma-sama?"
"Um, yeah?" When I looked to the side of my seat, I noticed Akihiro sanding. I was holding a bowl of rice with vegetables and a pair of chopsticks. I wasn't sure how to fake emotions and make them believable, so I was going to have to observe how people acted.
Yes, I have memories from my previous lives, but even then, I didn't interact with people all that much, so that wouldn't be particularly useful.
"There are believers who are waiting."
"All right, let's get started." I'm going to have regrets about doing this cult nonsense, aren't I?
Several hours later
"I have many regrets doing this cult shit." As I lay in my chair, I said. Thank goodness there was no one in the room, not that it matters, well, I guess it does in this situation. People in this cult are so stupid for no reason. They believed everything I said without question.
Yes, it makes my life easier, but God, it's kind of stupid. Did I say that already? Most likely.
But what can I say, stupid people make the world go round and round, and they'll put money in my pockets so I can't complain?
I'm seven years old and I'm not sure if I should train or not. Sighing, I called Akihiro's to asked him to go get some items for me. It didn't take long for the doors to open, and he stepped inside.
"You called, Lord Douma?"
"Yes! I'm in desperate need of a few items!" It's a pain to pretend to be happy and joyful, but I have to keep up appearances. "I need you to get a few things because I want to make something in the future."
"Of course, Lord Douma.'
Sigh. This will be a long one hundred years.
Sometime Later
I was finally finished telling Akihiro everything I needed him to get, and it was much more on paper than in my head. Akihiro said it would take a few weeks to put everything together; I expected it to take longer, but I'm fine with that.
I reached into a drawer and pulled out two fans. They weren't going to be my main weapons, but I'll still use them; I'll just have to teach myself how.
Now I need to think of a breathing technique to use or create my own. It should be simple with my knowledge from, right?
The Following Day
"Dear customers, welcome to my shop!" exclaimed a man.
Akihiro and I were currently in town, away from the cult. I didn't have anything planned until this evening, so I came here to see if there was anything interesting. I brought Akihiro because he insisted on coming, and no one would sell me anything the way I am.
I walked away from Akihiro and looked around the shop for another good. It was a shop that specialized in making custom guards for people's swords. It made sense because there was a smith right next to this place.
I was hoping to get some future ideas, but the guards were a little boring for my taste. I'm looking for something distinctive. When people see my guard, I want them to exclaim, "Wow!" It's a shame this establishment didn't have anything.
But, before I make a sword, I should probably figure out what breathing styles I'm going to use. Whatever. I've got time.