"Gyokko is dead? Heh, that ugly freak, who cares if he's dead. Now that he's gone, I'll become Upper Moon Five!" An eerie voice echoed in a dimly lit room within the bustling red-light district.
"Terrifying, so terrifying! Even Gyokko died, Upper Five died, does that mean Four is next? Eek! So scary!" A black shadow trembled in a gloomy, dilapidated house.
"Boring news. Which Hashira killed Gyokko? Was it Giyu Tomioka? I admire him." A man with character for 'Three' in his eyes speaking in the darkness of night.
"What a pity. Gyokko-dono was so kind. I hadn't yet had the chance to invite him to be a guest at my Eternal Paradise Church. Vases decorated with girls' heads are so beautiful. Such a shame."
A regretful expression appeared on the demon, but there was no flicker of emotion in those rainbow-like dazzling eyes.
Meanwhile, a figure bathed in moonlight stood atop a tall building.
The dark red hair fluttered gently in the breeze, while the long sword at the waist remained motionless.
Even the death of Upper Moon Five couldn't stir any reaction, for this was the pinnacle of the Upper Moons - the undisputed Upper Moon One, Kokushibo!
Crash!!
The sound of shattering vase echoed through the room as a pair of large hands with blood-red claws mercilessly smashed vase after vase, both exquisite and bizarre in design.
Crimson eyes fixed on the last slender-necked vase.
Muzan Kibutsuji stepped forward and grabbed it with his claws.
In the next second, the skin on his forehead and nose wrinkled fiercely, fangs rapidly elongating as a visibly violent expression took over Muzan's face.
"Useless! Incompetent waste! Gyokko, your skills were as worthless as your damned vases! All show and no substance!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, bang!!
The last vase in Muzan's hand was instantly crushed to powder.
"Come here!" Muzan barked coldly, his rage undiminished.
Twang!
A crisp biwa sound rang out, and in the next moment, a female demon with long hair covering her face and cradling a biwa - Nakime - appeared behind Muzan.
"Notify all the Lower Moons. Tell them my patience has reached its limit. Upper Moon Five is dead. Let them prove their worth, or I won't hesitate to personally eliminate all of them!" Muzan's cold words seemed to come from hell itself.
Not daring to defy Muzan, Nakime responded with a soft "Yes."
Twang!
With the sound of the biwa, Nakime's figure vanished from the spot.
After Nakime left, Muzan looked at the devastated room, the fury in his crimson eyes no longer containable.
"Damn humans!!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Black shadows erupted from Muzan's body.
In the next second, after a terrible tremor, what was once an exquisite building in the Infinity Castle had completely turned to ruins.
Having vented his anger, Muzan retracted the spikes from his body and donned a fresh elegant white suit.
A brand new room appeared before Muzan.
He slightly adjusted his suit, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and pushed open the door.
A wave of scorching heat immediately hit his face.
"Long time no see, my utterly foolish... brother."
*****
"Onigumo is dead and even Upper Moon Five Gyokko is dead. Kaigaku-sama, I'm sure you understand the current situation without me having to explain? We all heard Muzan-sama words. If we Lower Moons don't fight with everything we've got, it won't be the Demon Slayer Corps coming for our lives in the future."
In the silent darkness of a train tunnel, two figures sat facing each other.
One wore an elaborate, elegant tailcoat with a sickly smile on his face - none other than the ultimate pervert Lower Moon One, Enmu.
Opposite Enmu sat Lower Moon Two, Kaigaku, wearing clothes stained with various colorful paints and a face as white as paper.
However, Kaigaku's position as Lower Moon Two held far less weight than Onigumo's former Lower Moon Three.
Compared to the bloody battle for position between Onigumo and Mukago, Kaigaku's fight with Rui was child's play.
Even now, thinking back on it filled Kaigaku with rage.
That detestable brat!
To say such casual, contemptuous words.
'The position of Two is yours, I don't care. If possible, please don't waste my time. Extra time should be spent with family.'
AHHHH!!
Such disgusting, damnable words!
He really wanted to tear that brat's bones apart to use as paintbrushes, use its skin as a canvas, and its blood as paint, to eternally paint it into hell!!
Although Kaigaku was furious inside, faced with Muzan's extreme anger ready to erupt like a volcano, Kaigaku could only swallow his rage and actively seek an alliance among the Lower Moons.
He knew that the Demon Slayer Corps of today was not what it used to be.
Even Upper Moons had fallen to their hands, let alone the Lower Moons.
Now, to appease Muzan, they were left with only one choice: the Lower Moons must unite and cooperate to hunt down the Hashira's of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Only this way could they quell Muzan's wrath.
As for Muzan's dislike of subordinates gathering on their own, at a time like this, they couldn't afford to worry about such things.
"Ah~ Kaigaku-sama words make sense~ However, the cooperation you desire, hmm hehe, for us, it's a bit of a fantasy, isn't it? Mukago, Rui and that... um, who was it again? We're all Lower Moons, so why should we listen to you?" Enmu asked gently with narrowed eyes and a smiling face.
Kaigaku snorted coldly, "If you don't listen to me, the Lower Moons will soon all be dead, either one by one at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps' Nichirin Swords, or all together by Muzan-sama hand!"
Hearing this, Enmu's face actually showed a hint of flush and he cried out.
"Die at Muzan-sama hands? Ah~ How exciting, that wouldn't be so bad~"
Kaigaku : 'Disgusting pervert.'
****
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
The outcome of the Lower Moons' alliance plan remained unknown, but the growth of the Demon Slayer Corps was undeniable.
Under the leadership of numerous Hashira, the Demon Slayer Corps had launched a full-scale hunting operation against the demons.
For a time, the number of demons across the country rapidly decreased and incidents of demons harming humans became increasingly rare.
At this rate, demons would soon become truly legendary monsters existing only in tales.
But all of it was just calm before the storm, the fierce counterattack of the demons would certainly come.
However, not a single member of the Demon Slayer Corps feared this.
They would only do one thing: firmly grasp the Nichirin Sword in their hands.
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