Three months later
Three months, I spent three months in the Butterfly Mansion. Most of that time was me dicking around and testing my powers some more. Overall, after half a year of testing and experimenting with my powers, I managed to revert my features to a more 'normal' state.
Now I just looked like Gojo Satoru instead of looking like Akuza's albino cousin. I could still shift my form, I even labeled them according to how much like the Fraud King I looked like.
There was the base form, just regular me no tattoos no extra features. In this form I only had access to Gojo Satoru's domain and techniques.
Then there was stage one, where the tattoos popped up along with the extra eyes. In this form I had access to Sukuna's domain and innate techniques.
Then there's stage two, aka the full on Lobotomy Kaisen form. Four arms, four eyes, two sets of mouths, and funky tattoos. The full package. I could cast multiple domains in this form, both Satoru and Sukuna's techniques were accessible at the same time.
It didn't matter what stage I was in though, I was hilariously overpowered for this world. A single Hollow Purple could vaporise Muzan Jackson before he could 'hee hee' himself into a thousand pieces and escape.
I wasn't going to do that just yet though. I was planning on making the fuckwad suffer. Maybe stomp on his nuts and put some dirt in his eyes.
I didn't hate him because he killed my favourite character in the show. Nah… I hated him because of how dumb he was and the sheer stupidity of his plans.
The dude was ridiculously strong and had every method to succeed. Yet he just hid in his freaky castle and had his subordinates, who were even dumber than him, do stuff.
Muzan was even more of a wasted character than that simp Obito. An even bigger coward too, dunking on him and trolling his twelve moons would be an absolutely smashing good time.
Well… there'd be eleven now. I nuked the fuck out of Douma so he was gone and I didn't know if Muzan would even want to replace the upper moons that fast.
Kanae had finally recovered, Douma's demon std magic was a nasty piece of work and it took Shinobu some time to heal her sister.
On a side note, the Demon Slayer Corps have established that I'm not a demon. After all, Sanemi's brother was more of a 'demon' than I was. Even if he wasn't part of the Corps yet, there was no way that they didn't know about him. Not when his brother was one of the pillars.
I was now working with them in eradicating demons. I wasn't an official member of their group though. More like Tony Stark to SHIELD. Just a 'consultant' that worked alongside normal slayers to kill demons when the need arose.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki even offered to have a nichirin blade forged for me. I declined the offer on the fact that my Gary Stu abilities let me flat out vaporise demons. That, and I had Gojo and Sukuna's abilities but not their combat experience.
It had been miraculous enough that I had the innate ability to access their powers. I wasn't going to waste time trying to pick up sword fighting when I could be out exploring Japan to my hearts content.
Not that I wouldn't do that in the future, I just felt that needing anything else but my broken powers was necessary to ensure my safety and those of the people around me.
I wasn't naive enough to think that I was unstoppable. I wasn't some Chinese self insert protagonist in some shitty WebNovel fanfic. Those assholes got one power up and suddenly they thought that they were gods.
Like where the fuck did that confidence even come from?
There was one story I had the misfortune of reading about someone being reincarnated into the Narutoverse, gaining Hashirama's powers and instantly thinking that they could solo every Otsutsuki ever.
'I'm getting sidetracked… what was I doing again?'
I looked around and remembered that I was currently sitting in a ramen shop in Tokyo. There was rumours of a powerful demon here and Ubuyashiki had asked me to assist the slayers assigned here.
'If I remember correctly, Kyojuro and Mitsuri are supposed to take down some demon in Tokyo… there were bombs involved and both of them became Hashira shortly after. Maybe that was fanon… oh well.'
I hummed, and glanced at the now cold bowl of ramen in front of me. I had eaten most of it before my ADHD brain decided to send me on a tangent.
I placed a few yen on the table and stood up to leave. Feeling a few eyes on me I shrugged and walked out of the ramen joint.
Hands in my pockets I looked around the bustling city. People were milling about minding their business, it seemed peaceful.
I adjusted my sunglasses, the Six Eyes were constantly active. Even if the drain on my CE was negligible, they still fed me visual information non-stop and that was mentally draining.
The streets of Tokyo were alive with the charm only a premodern Japan could provide. Lanterns swinging in the air, vendors in their stands shouting about whatever they were peddling, kids running around with paper toys. It really was… peaceful.
At least, it was until a loud rumble signalled a commotion not too far from where I was. Something crashed into the building nearby hard enough to cause a small tremor that knocked dust off of the eaves of nearby shops.
I sighed, 'There goes my peaceful stroll. Whelp… time to get to work.'
The glowing dust cloud pointed me to the direction of the fight. Hands still in my pockets I walked at a steady pace. No rush— whoever was on scene would either hold the line or stall long enough for me to get there. Besides, I'm 80% certain I could use Satoru's teleportation method, so 'running' wasn't in my vocabulary.
When I arrived, the scene looked like it was ripped straight out of a Edo-era action print. Kyojuro Rengoku with his fire coloured hair practically glowing like a bonfire, was weaving through a demon's attacks.
I fought back a combined cringe and snort as I watched Kyojuro loudly shout; "FLAME BREATHING FOURTH FORM! BLOOMING FLAME UNDULATION!"
Like it or not, the fancy elemental effects that came from breathing styles weren't real. Demon Slayers weren't Shinigami from Bleach, they didn't just launch crazy elemental attacks with sword swings.
Magic isn't real bozo.
So hearing Kyojuro shouting out his techniques like a chuuni teen was just as funny as it was cringe worthy. Then again, remembering his character, it was very inline with his personality.
The demon itself wasn't much to look at. No grotesque growths or extra bits and pieces. I scratched my head and tried to recall the demon's name.
'Hero? No… that's not it, Helicopter? Nah… that's not it either. CHOTO-FUCKING-MATE… is that thing carrying a strap?!'
Seeing the fighting get even more 'intense' and the demon conceal carrying a fucking rifle I decided to step in.
"I'm here to save you, Kyojuro!" I shouted as I rushed forward.
Kyojuro and the demon turned to me, well… more like Kyojuro turned to me as I introduced the demon's face to my foot in a spectacular kick that sent it flying into the already ruined building.
"Eh?" Kyojuro looked at me stunned.
"Moshi moshi, Kyojuro-san let's deal with this demon before he turns into his—
"STAND BACK CIVILIAN, ITS TOO DANGEROUS HERE!"
My smile twitched, "Mah mah… daijobudesu, I'm the strongest after all."
'Yes! I finally used one of Gojo Satoru's famous lines.'
Kyojuro looked at me like I was a clown, fair, then he was about to retort when the demon flew out of the crumbling building. Snarling angrily, it smacked Kyojuro aside and raised it's rifle.
"Oh my… a gun?"
"DIE!!!" The demon roared before pulling the trigger.