"Master, Snow Pillar requests an audience," the Kasugai Crow, wrapped in a purple scarf, landed on Kagaya Ubuyashiki's window.
Hearing it was Yoizumi, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, who had already planned to rest, sat up from his bedding. For him to come so late, it must be something urgent. He immediately looked at Amane beside him.
"Amane, I apologize for the trouble, but please go."
"Yes."
He himself walked to the reception room with the faint lamplight. Soon, footsteps approaching from a distance stopped at the door, and Amane's voice came through the door crack into the room.
"Please, Snow Pillar."
"Yoizumi, you... you're injured!" Kagaya Ubuyashiki smiled when he first saw Yoizumi, but when he saw Yoizumi's blood-stained sleeve and the fact that it was still bleeding, he couldn't sit still. He quickly walked to his side, his face filled with obvious concern.
One must know that Yoizumi is a demon, and a demon's wound hadn't healed!
"What happened?" His usually gentle voice was now filled with anxiety.
"I apologize for dirtying the floor," Yoizumi said with an apologetic look as he entered the room. He had used Blood Demon Art: Instant Shadow to get to headquarters. It had only been about 5 minutes since he cut himself. The nearly 20-centimeter wound had now, under extremely slow healing, become about 4 centimeters.
"Don't worry about that. What exactly happened?" Kagaya Ubuyashiki directly reached out and grabbed Yoizumi. His usually relaxed brows were now furrowed.
"In short..." Yoizumi quickly summarized the information in his mind and said concisely, "During a sparring session with Muichiro, I discovered that his sword turned red, and it has an inhibitory effect on a demon's regenerative ability."
"So you used your own body for an experiment? Don't do that."
"Even though you are a demon, you still feel pain. Not only that, but those who care about you will also suffer," Kagaya Ubuyashiki said with disapproval.
"I understand, but at that moment, there was no better way."
"Is that so?" A gentle yet familiar voice entered the ears of Yoizumi and Kagaya Ubuyashiki from the tightly closed door.
The moment he heard that voice, Yoizumi's taut back instantly stiffened.
"Master, I apologize for coming without permission."
Shinobu stood outside the room. There was even Yoizumi's blood remaining on her fingertips. Her dark purple eyes stared at the fresh red bloodstain on her fingertips, her head bowed, making it impossible to see her expression.
She had originally thought he was coming to see her, but unexpectedly, he looked hurried and was led by Amane to see the Master.
When she saw the obvious fresh blood on the floor, she still couldn't control herself and walked over here.
"Come in, Shinobu."
With the Master's permission, Shinobu entered the room, her gaze sweeping over Yoizumi's arm. Her brows furrowed, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes.
"Shinobu..."
Feeling Shinobu's low pressure, Yoizumi cautiously and softly called out to her. He understood that Shinobu was angry.
He had made Shinobu angry again.
Shinobu gave Yoizumi a faint glance, ignoring him, while Kagaya Ubuyashiki quickly urged the two to sit down.
He kept calling out to Amane in his heart.
Amane, what should I do... The two sat together, with Ubuyashiki opposite them. Noticing Yoizumi's gaze fixed on her, Shinobu hardened her attitude, forcing herself not to soften.
She raised her left hand and, with quick precision, twisted Yoizumi's waist. Ignoring Yoizumi's wide eyes, she smiled and spoke.
"Yoizumi, don't you still have something to say? You can't make the Master wait too long. It's very late now, and the Master shouldn't stay up late."
"It's fine, Shinobu. Yoizumi can take his time," cold sweat slowly appeared on Kagaya Ubuyashiki's forehead.
Slowly retracting his gaze, Shinobu's left hand was still twisting his waist, constantly conveying her anger to Yoizumi.
"I would like to ask the Master to investigate the origin of this red sword. It requires strong grip strength and intense, continuous impact to produce its effect."
"I also want to ask for your help in telling the Swordsmith Village to create another Yoriichi Type Zero based on my idea."
"Alright, I will start preparing tomorrow." He naturally understood the importance of this sword from Yoizumi's few words. This is a way to suppress regeneration!
The stronger the demon, the stronger its regenerative ability.
This is a major discovery.
Although he really wanted to start now, his body wouldn't allow him to do so. Having experienced the feeling of being willing but unable, Ubuyashiki cherished his still-movable body even more now.
"I will send the requirements later."
"I want to know what Yoizumi needs that doll for?" Kagaya Ubuyashiki asked, puzzled.
"Kibutsuji Muzan was almost killed by the original form of that doll. The moment I saw that doll, the blood in my body, even my cells, were trembling with fear, filled with the urge to escape."
Yoizumi was looking forward to seeing Kibutsuji Muzan's terrified expression, his nightmare, when he came calling.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni," Shinobu suddenly said, the man Tamayo had mentioned to her.
"Shinobu knows him?" Yoizumi turned to look at Shinobu.
"Ms. Tamayo once mentioned him to me. She was present at the time."
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni..." Kagaya Ubuyashiki repeated the name softly. He knew this person, the creator of the Breathing Styles, from the few surviving Demon Slayer Corps records.
"I understand," his hands trembled with excitement, and his voice was full of joy.
The right time, the right place, and the right people, all stood with the Demon Slayer Corps. Kibutsuji Muzan... your end is near... Following behind Shinobu step by step, Yoizumi dared not get too close, only silently following Shinobu's pace.
The whole way was silent. Shinobu's head was slightly bowed. She knew Yoizumi's gaze was always on her.
She suddenly stopped, standing still, and Yoizumi also immediately stopped.
"Shinobu?"
In Yoizumi's sight, a tear slid down Shinobu's cheek, and her sapphire eyes widened in panic.
Shinobu hated her own vulnerability, but what she hated more was that Yoizumi always treated his body as if it were nothing, not cherishing himself.
"Shinobu... I'm sorry, I..."
"Don't say you're sorry to me!" Shinobu's tone suddenly rose, and as she turned around, her beautiful purple eyes were clouded with tears, sparkling brightly.
She punched Yoizumi in the chest, her eyes red, and the tip of her nose also flushed.
"Why are you always like this? Why don't you take better care of your body?"
Facing the crying Shinobu, Yoizumi's heart ached terribly. An indescribable emotion filled him.
He clearly wanted Shinobu to be happy.
But why... does he always make Shinobu sad for him?
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