Muzan arrived at the entrance to the Kamado family's house.
~Creak—bang!~
The wooden door suddenly opened.
It all happened in less than a second.
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The 0.001st second when the door opened.
Muzan's gaze was lowered and fixed on the dent to open the wooden door.
So when the door suddenly opened.
The first thing he saw was not the face of the person in front of him.
-but the black katana at his waist.
0.003 seconds after the door was opened.
What, so you're just a swordsman.
Boring.
I thought it would be a more interesting ordinary person.
The person in front of Muzan was now bathed in moonlight from the opening door, giving shadows to his face.
He couldn't see the person's face very well.
But when he raised his eyes.
What came into view was long, deep red hair tied into a high ponytail at the back of his head.
!!!
Muzan's scarlet pupils trembled by instinct.
Crimson hair?
The 0.005th second after the door was opened.
His pupils immediately followed his hair and looked at their root.
Right there, on this man's forehead.
The dark red markings that were ferociously coiled on the left side of his forehead were so glaring under the pale moonlight. Muzan couldn't believe his eyes!
The door opened at 0.006 seconds.
—No! —Something's wrong!
The pleasant and happy mood he had just enjoyed vanished in an instant!
Panic, tension, shock, and all kinds of complex emotions instantly occupied all his thoughts.
The Mark?! It has been more than 300 years since I last saw a swordsman with a mark! Not to mention a mark of this shape!
Long crimson hair, high ponytail, freckles.
Rustle...
Black noise filled his mind.
In an instant, a memory from three hundred years ago surged into his mind.
0.007 seconds after the door opened.
Muzan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. His hands trembled involuntarily, and a slight pain came from all parts of his body, and it became more and more intense.
But he quickly came to his senses—it was just a coincidence.
Just the hair color and markings.
It's just a coincidence.
He comforted himself, but then Muzan glanced at the man's earlobe.
Where a pair of hanafuda, long and narrow earrings, sway gently in the wind.
@!#$%!——!!
Muzan froze in place, his scarlet pupils instantly shrinking into a point, staring at the person in front of him, trembling wildly and violently.
Every cell in his body was trembling from the depths of his soul, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if it had been tightly pinched by a hand.
The pair of earrings was like the last knife, suffocating tightly on Muzan's throat.
"It's him?" "IT'S HIM!?"
Primal fear took over his instinct, and his blue veins burst on his neck and then ran along his arms to his hands.
An existential crisis threatens to swallow his whole being as his mind slowly comes to the realization that his worst nightmare is coming back to hunt him.
—How is that possible!
—Didn't he die a long time ago?!
Muzan didn't even dare to swallow his saliva.
Too close! Too close!!
Muzan clenched his teeth tightly, and the panic almost kneaded his internal organs into a ball.
They dared not look each other in the eye.
Muzan's mind exploded with a slew of scattered thoughts.
But the most prevalent of them is to do one action.
—RUN!!!
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In less than a second, Muzan had his initial meltdown in centuries.
Tanjuro, who was standing opposite of the door, stood too close to it when he opened his home for his "guest." Coincidentally, Muzan was also quite close to the door.
This led directly to the two of them standing face-to-face, and—
—The distance between them should not exceed 15 cm.
Almost stuck together.
Tanjuro even observed in a few tenths of a second the change in Muzan's face from pleasure to extreme fear.
...
"Hiss..."
A puff of white mist escaped from Tanjuro's mouth.
Because it was close enough.
The high-temperature gas generated by the Sun Breathing, like a sharp sword, rushed straight to Muzan's face and dispersed.
It even blew the curly hair of Muzan.
In an instant, Muzan's pale face turned ashen, and he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
—This breathing method
The dense blue veins instantly popped up all across his body.
Muzan's eyes turned bloodshot.
~Crack!~
The sound of muscles tensing came from Muzan in front of him.
Tanjuro naturally noticed this; his eyes were slightly serious, and he became vigilant in an instant.
~Click.~
He slightly pulled back his left foot, and his hand subconsciously rested on the hilt of the blade at his waist.
Muzan's vertical pupils, which had shrunk to a point, were staring intently at Tanjuro's hand after he saw the latter grip the hilt of his sword.
His eyes suddenly trembled!
"No!" Muzan suddenly gasped.
Every cell in his body tensed up!
The next moment.
~Bang!!~
A huge explosion occurred, and snow that was building up on the roof of the house flew up along with the dense snow at the foot of the entrance to the house, instantly creating a white mist blanketing the Kamado family house.
The thick snow that was all lifted into the air enveloped the entire field of Tanjuro's vision.
~Sha.~
With this gust of snow and mist, Muzan's figure turned into a black afterimage and disappeared at the entrance of the Kamado family.
"!"
Tanjuro didn't have time to react. His body was too weak, so he could only cover his mouth and nose with his arms.
~Whoosh—~
Suddenly, as if summoned, the wind came and blew over the white mist to clear and speed up this encounter.
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On the road before the mountain top.
Tanjiro lay on the snow, his head buried in the snow, his whole body almost reaching hypothermia.
"Huff... huff..."
~Bang!!~
The explosion and its vibration on the ground at the top of the mountain instantly reached him.
"What?!" Tanjiro raised his head in shock and looked toward the top of the mountain.
The snow wave was as high as if it had been bombed by a grenade, and Tanjiro, who was lying on the ground, saw it.
The white snow waves slowly descended.
A gust of snow mist instantly blew over from the direction of the snow wave, and the cold wind blew Tanjiro's clothes and hair.
"...What was that?!"
Tanjiro was stunned for a moment, and his mood immediately became flustered. He struggled to get up and continued to walk forward.
'That thing has already reached his home!'
—Everyone!
—-
The snow mist completely dissipated.
Tanjuro stood at the door, not moving.
After the snow mist dispersed.
The entrance to the Kamado family's house, which had been covered in snow, was now bare, with a large area of radial cracks in the ground.
But Muzan—
Muzan did not successfully escape.
Tanjuro squinted slightly, and he looked at Muzan, who was squatting not far away and retreating into the dense forest.
At this moment, the other party was staring straight at him with a pair of blood-red, captivating vertical pupils.
Tanjuro's breathing was slightly calm, he exhaled a breath, and his heart was a little heavy.
'Have I been exposed? Have you already seen through me?'
Near the dense forest.
Muzan tried his best to control his body from trembling; his heart thundered greatly in his chest.
—No! NO!
—My body is too stiff to run away!
He could only stare at the swordsman standing at the door, trying to appear calm.