Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Second Sun after the Nation

"Lord Muzan, why are you here?" In a house somewhere in Flower Street, a woman with white hair gradually turning green was thinking about something. She was wearing very little, which made it easy to leave a deep impression on people. But the first thing people remembered was not the lack of clothes, but her beauty and the six ribbons fluttering in a strange way behind her.

"What's wrong? Doesn't Daki welcome me?" Muzan frowned slightly when he saw the reaction of the woman in front of him, seeming a little impatient and angry. As for what he was angry about, perhaps only he himself knew.

"No, Master Muzan, I'm really surprised that you can come to see me. It's just that there are a lot of people from the Demon Slayer Corps here recently, and I'm preparing a trap to catch them all."

The woman seemed to sense Muzan's sudden emotional change, so she hurried to explain nervously, jumped down from where she had just sat, grabbed the other person's clothes and spoke.

"Okay, be careful. I'm here to inform you that Kokushibo is dead. They must have been besieged. The Demon Slayer Corps seems to have planned it. If you find that there are too many enemies here, don't fight. Tell me immediately. I will let Yuhu and Hantengou come to help you."

Muzan seemed to be aware of the obvious exposure of his emotions. After suppressing the leaked emotional fluctuations, he touched the head of the woman who was frightened by him as a way of comforting her, and then spoke.

"Lord Muzan, I understand. I will definitely work hard." Daki's emotions were quickly calmed down. She lay on the legs of Muzan who was already sitting down, like a lazy Persian cat, and said in high spirits.

"That would be the best, Daki. I'm looking forward to your answer." Muzan smiled and turned around and asked Mingnu to teleport him back to the Infinite Castle. He walked extremely fast. As for why he walked so fast, it was because he was afraid of being exposed.

"Damn it, I really shouldn't have let Kokushibo go like that. Although I don't doubt his loyalty, not being able to see memories is really a big disadvantage. So Kokushibo, can you tell me whether the scene you saw at the end was real, or was it because that was your family's place, so it led to your imagination?"

"Well, I've already solved such a big problem, but Ubuyashiki still wants me to join the group? It's really a headache. I don't really want to go. If I go, that coward will probably never perform that space-type blood demon art again in his life."

Ji Guoyanghui touched the crow standing on her shoulder, raised her head and looked in the direction where a certain pufferfish and others should be at this time, frowning to express her displeasure.

"But! But... the situation over there might be a little dangerous." Songhui felt the touch of her master. Although it was very comfortable, she always had a creepy feeling. She was obviously aware that her master had changed at some point. She had only seen that kind of empathy for the people around him in the lord who was now in charge of the headquarters.

"If I go, I think the situation there might be even more dangerous. Even if the danger remains the same, it will lead to another not-so-good ending. So forgive me for not intending to participate in this battle. After all, I shouldn't exist in the first place. I think Ubuyashiki should also understand why I do this."

Tsugakuin Yanghui put down his hand with a smile, and his previous unhappy mood disappeared a little. He turned and walked towards the direction of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. However, despite this, a certain toughest girl still released a few butterflies, which flew towards the direction he was looking forward.

"Mr. Ji Jing is really elegant. If you don't know, you would think you are here for the holiday." Shinobu Kocho looked at a pufferfish sitting opposite her and drinking tea very elegantly, and joked. After all, they have been here for two or three days, and there is bad news from Uzui Tengen. They are all very busy. They have been ready to fight for several days, but the initiator of all events is still kissing like an old dog. It is still a bit unpleasant.

"Now that I'm here, how can I not take a break for a while? After all, you know that I'm wandering around in my daily life, and occasionally settling down in one place for a day or two to take a rest. It's normal, right?" Ji Zhuyu ignored Kocho Shinobu. With a determined smile on his face, he continued to calmly drink the pot of tea in his hand.

"It's really a headache to deal with a guy like you. My sister and I can wait, but with Mr. Busikawa's bad temper, what are you going to do with him?"

"Doesn't he have Tian Yuan over there? Anyway, he's having fun finding things to do and doesn't bother me, so why shouldn't I just continue to rest?"

"Aren't you worried at all?"

"What is there to worry about? Don't you trust my strength? Besides, someone is backing us up. Even though that person is unlikely to come, the guy who saved our lives is exceptionally helpful."

"It's so annoying. What are you talking about? We can't communicate. I'm leaving..." Because she couldn't beat a certain pufferfish in an argument, Shinobu Kocho decided not to waste time here. She slammed the table, opened the door, and turned to leave Ji Zhuyu's room.

"Well, go quickly. If you go a step later, the fight will probably start over there." The moment Shinobu Kocho slammed the door, Ji Zhuyu put down the teacup he had been holding and put away his previous nonchalant and cynical state. His face turned cold, giving people a feeling that perhaps only in this state did he deserve that face.

"Oh, this is a bit of a headache. When we first started fighting Daki, Tanjiro shouldn't be in any obvious danger, except for that time when Mr. Yoriichi was possessed. Let's go out after that. I hope the signal I prepared will be enough to light up this flower street."

Ji Zhuyu looked at the homemade flare as big as a firecracker hidden in his clothes. His eyes were a little dim and the murderous aura condensed from his whole body was also extremely huge, as if he had a grudge against the thing hidden in his clothes.

But we still don't know whether this hatred is related to the flare. After all, even a certain pufferfish doesn't quite know why it started. The resentment can only be attributed to the fact that as a reader, when he saw the knife-like plot written by the crocodile, he felt powerless and wanted to kill the author.