Time passed in a flash, and the bright moon hung in the sky.
The 48-hour limit is approaching.
Lying in his futon, Ubuyashiki Kōya was unexpectedly calm when he was about to face Muzan Kibutsuji.
The hoarse voices and rage that I had imagined seemed to have dissipated, buried deep within my heart. In the end, the complex emotions were reduced to a simple chuckle.
"Ha... cough cough!"
The cold wind that came from nowhere made him cough uncontrollably.
The next second, he realized something, and regained control of his composure. He quietly applied the thing that had been in his palm to himself.
"What an ugly posture, Ubuyashiki."
The extremely special tone presented a strange yet familiar tone. The voice of the visitor was full of indifference and ruthlessness, as well as malice deep in the bone marrow, but there was also a hint of doubt.
"Then why are you laughing?"
The man in front of him looked like he was on the verge of death. His entire body was wrapped in white bandages, and the weak cough he just made was obviously not something a normal person could make.
He, Muzan Kibutsuji, is the King of Demons. He has eaten countless people in the past thousand years. He has heard their loud screams before death countless times. The tone is much different from that of Ubuyashiki Kōya!
"You finally came to me... Muzan Kibutsuji."
Ubuyashiki Kazuya turned his head on the bed and looked at the man in front of him through the gaps in the bandages.
Why does the expression on Ubuyashiki Kazuya's face look like he's smiling?
Realizing that something was wrong, Muzan Kibutsuji stopped and turned to look around. There was clearly no sign of anyone else nearby, but the air was filled with a sense of solemnity.
"Yes... Half a year ago, the doctor said I didn't have many days to live, but even so, I'm still alive, and the doctor has nothing to say. I thought I would be cursed and tortured to death, but I didn't expect to meet him."
Ubuyashiki Kazuya slowly pushed away the bedding on his body and gradually sat up. The bandage on his face slipped off quietly with his movement, revealing the face hidden underneath.
It was a face...full of energy and blood, intact!
The young man's face revealed an unwavering murderous intent, and his target was none other than Muzan Kibutsuji in front of him!
"This is all because I was determined to defeat you, Muzan."
Muzan Kibutsuji's expression wavered for a moment, and the confidence that everything was under control collapsed in the blink of an eye like a sand castle pushed by the tide.
The scene before him was beyond his imagination. He originally thought he had a sure win, but after all this time he ended up being the one being fooled. Maybe even the attack he had planned was calculated by the man in front of him.
He found that he seemed to have been fooled. What erupted from him in an instant was not shock and anger, but deep fear and panic. The man in front of him was obviously an ordinary person who had no strength and was weak.
In the eyes of Muzan Kibutsuji, Ubuyashiki Kōya's current appearance was the same as when he faced the swordsman named Tsugikuni Yoriichi a hundred years ago. A feeling of panic emerged from the bottom of his heart, and he felt as if he had fallen into a trap.
"You may not know that you and I are of the same blood. Since you spoke a thousand years ago, our blood may have diverged greatly."
Ubuyashiki Kakuya slowly stood up with the support of his wife. His legs, which had not moved for two consecutive days, seemed a little weak and could hardly support the young man's determination, but he still had people who followed him and were willing to go through fire and water to support him.
The current head of the Ubuyashiki family stood up, and as the layers of bandages peeled off, a young and healthy man stood in front of Muzan Kibutsuji with his back straight. His pupils sparkled in the moonlight, as clear as a spring.