"Exchange information?"
Yoriichi thought for a moment and did not refuse the suggestion.
A minute later, after sending those souls to the other side, and amidst their grateful gazes and words, Yoriichi returned to his original spot.
He walked with Tamayo towards the other streets.
Yushiro had already gotten up.
He followed behind the two.
He felt a lingering fear.
To this time, he still didn't understand what had happened with that kneel.
And...
A human who had lived for four hundred years?
If it hadn't been Miss Tamayo who said it, he would have even thought she was joking.
How could such a human exist?
The conversation between the two as they moved drifted over quietly.
Yushiro took it all in.
"Mr. Tsugikuni… if I wasn't mistaken just now, were you flying?"
"Hmm, to be precise, that's not called flying, merely aerial movement."
"…"
"Then, this flying, oh, no, this aerial movement, for a strong person like you, is it already a reality that can be achieved?"
"What have you encountered in these four hundred years? I completely can't see through you anymore."
Although she had never seen through him four hundred years ago either.
This man was an endless abyss to her.
Any creature that dared to oppose or challenge him would be completely devoured.
Yoriichi said calmly, "This is quite normal, Tamayo, if you had also died once."
No… this isn't normal.
I've studied medicine for three hundred years.
This is the first time I've learned that flying could be so simple.
Died once…
Can death have a second time?
Unimaginable.
The Tsugikuni Yoriichi she encountered today far surpassed the one she had seen in the past. Tamayo felt at one point that the man before her had transcended the category of human.
She sensed him briefly and found that she had no desire to consume him at all… Is this possible?
Her breathing became slightly rapid, and Tamayo couldn't continue to think deeply.
Because once she connected his appearance being the same as four hundred years ago with this condition…
She couldn't help but think of the Demon King Muzan…
Since the first incomplete Demon King could appear, why couldn't a second, perfect Demon King appear?
"Tamayo…"
Yoriichi's calm voice suddenly rang out in Tamayo's ears.
Tamayo instantly snapped awake and hastily said, "My apologies… please forgive my distraction."
She stroked her pounding chest, trying her best to slow her breathing, paused for a moment, and continued:
"Let's walk a bit faster. It's getting late."
"Although I don't know the reason why Mr. Tsugikuni survived, I am relieved that you are well."
"With you here, I believe Kibutsuji Muzan won't be arrogant for much longer…"
…
Infinite Castle.
Two hours had passed since Kokushibou lost contact.
Muzan was curled up in a small room, restless.
When Kokushibou underwent his second transformation, Muzan had already cut off his connection with him, fearing being affected by the Sun Breathing unleashed by Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Every time he saw that surging firelight, the wounds on his body would ache faintly.
As a result,
Anger and fear continuously surged into his heart.
But there was no other place for these emotions to vent.
So his expression and movements became increasingly twisted.
When they accumulated to a certain critical point,
His trembling stopped.
Instantly!
Rumble!
The pressure generated by his bloodline destroyed all the surrounding floor and even the architectural structure. He called out to Nakime, determined not to wait any longer…
He actually knew Kokushibou was dead, but he was unwilling to believe it.
However, it was different now.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's revival was an undeniable fact, and he had to act quickly.
"Go and summon all the Upper Moons!"
"I want to hold an Upper Moon meeting!"
—Clang!
As the sound of the biwa faded, several doors opened from various corners of the Infinite Castle.
A young man wearing a cult leader's hat, holding a copper fan, with a smiling face, and a pair of colourful, brilliant eyes was the first to emerge from one of the doors.
His demeanour appeared exceptionally bright, accentuated by his gentle smile.
However, the words engraved in his eyes…
[Upper Moon…]
[Two!]
These two large characters clearly indicated his identity.
Upper Moon Two — Douma.
Just as Douma wondered why he was the first to arrive,
Thud!
A figure suddenly descended from the sky.
Whoosh!
A strong wind ruffled Akaza's short shirt. He lowered his head slightly, maintaining a balanced posture as he fell.
Bang!
He landed like a cannonball, creating a circular, radiating deep crater in the surrounding ground. Wood splinters turned into dust and floated around him.
The warm light from all sides shone upon him.
Illuminating his peach-pink short hair, the dark blue tattoos on his body, the prayer beads on his feet, and even the words in his eyes…
[Upper Moon…]
[Three!]
Clearly visible.
"Hmm?"
Akaza looked around, somewhat confused as to why he had suddenly appeared in the Infinite Castle.
He only remembered that he was hunting down human experts everywhere.
Suddenly, he stepped into thin air…
"Fufufufu…"
Just then, a strange laugh suddenly rang out beside his ear.
Completely interrupting his thoughts:
"Oh! Isn't this Lord Akaza!"
"We haven't seen each other for almost ninety years, have we?"
Hearing this voice, Akaza's gaze sharpened, and he turned to look.
What met his eyes was a creature resembling a monster, emerging from a pot.
Its facial features were inverted; where its tongue should be, there was an eye, and where its eyes should be, there was a tongue.
Engraved above its bright yellow, grotesque eyes were the large characters: Upper Moon, Five.
—Gyokko!
Since he was also here, it meant that…
An Upper Moon had died!
"Hahaha." Another laugh rang out as Douma walked over to Akaza's side.
He casually slung an arm around Akaza's shoulder, as if addressing a friend, and said playfully:
"Lord Akaza, I'm not dead, you wouldn't be suspecting in your heart that I died, would you!"
"Don't be like that, we're all friends, and I'm always thinking about your safety!"
Akaza's body stiffened; this insincere tone made him extremely uncomfortable.
He was about to make a move.
Clang!
The surrounding scene suddenly changed.
The broken wooden floor was gone, replaced by a vast, open space.
Nakime sat to one side, her hair hanging low, not daring to breathe.
Only because Muzan sat in the main seat, hands crossed, chin propped up, eyes lowered.
Beside him was a trembling, curled-up old demon with two small horns on his head and a massive fleshy lump in the middle.
One could vaguely discern the words Upper Moon, Four engraved in his eyes.
Upper Moon Four — Hantengu.
And opposite Hantengu,
She was a beautiful young woman with long black hair draped over her shoulders, her pink lips tightly sealed, her posture subtly arrogant.
Upper Moon Six — Daki.
At this point, all five remaining Upper Moons had gathered.
This seemingly peaceful environment, in Akaza's eyes, revealed something amiss everywhere.
Since… all five of them were here.
Then who had died?
Upper Moon One?!