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After leaving, I didn't ask Mingnu to teleport me back to the Infinite City. Instead, I told her to swap my original body and my clone—taking back the blood demon clone—because I wanted to head to the nearest city to meet someone familiar.
It was almost dawn. Shops were opening, and the small street was already crowded like a busy market.
My hearing is sharp (ghost perks), so I could hear every footstep, every shout, even the faint sounds of scolding. It all mixed together into a noisy mess that made my head ache.
Though it wasn't fully light yet, the sun's heat burned my skin. I quickened my pace, wanting to reach my destination quickly.
After a while, I came to a small wooden house with a sign that said "Medicine." Unlike the other buildings, it sat alone in the woods, almost hidden from the world. The sun's burning heat made me impatient, so I raised my hand and knocked sharply on the door.
Dong! Dong! — Dong! Dong!
(Different rhythms, like a special code.)
A passerby stopped, staring at me.
"Sir… I don't know what's going on, but the doctor here only works at night—"
Before he could finish, a loud clang echoed. The door swung open by itself. No one was there.
The man froze. This little clinic had always only been open at night, so seeing it open in the morning was almost unbelievable.
I ignored him and walked inside. The door closed behind me, leaving him standing there, blinking in shock.
Inside, the burning sensation slowly faded. It was pitch black, but ghosts can see clearly in the dark. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on a blue-and-white vase on a table.
I stepped forward, lifted the vase, turned right twice, then stepped back. Suddenly, the floor beneath me disappeared, and I fell. Eyes closed, I muttered:
"Really? After all this time, and still no stairs… just a slide…"
I landed in the basement in a few seconds. Someone had thoughtfully placed a cushion on the ground.
Ahead of me stood a person with their back turned. They wore a white medical coat and balanced on a flat table, carefully mixing potions in test tubes. Glass beakers and flasks were scattered across the table.
"Tamayo."
I said her name in my original voice, soft and gentle.
She froze, then turned. Our eyes met. Her long black hair was parted in the middle, tied into a low bun with a floral hairpin. Her eyes were soft, like lavender mist, though a mask covered her mouth.
Immediately, she set the test tube down and ran to me, lifting her mask, her voice full of surprise:
"Master Muzan?!"
Before she became a demon, she was nineteen. Her baby-faced features made her look closer to fifteen or sixteen. Even after a hundred years in her heart, she usually carried herself with dignity. But in front of me, she looked like a little girl again.
I straightened up, arms open, voice tinged with excitement. After all, we hadn't seen each other for at least ten years.
"Come on, give me a hug!"
She didn't hesitate. She jumped into my arms. If anyone saw, it would have looked like a father hugging his daughter.
The hug wasn't strong, but the force of her jump knocked into my waist. It stung a little.
[Ugh… really necessary to jump like that? My waist…]
I held her carefully, not wanting to put her down too quickly.
At that moment, the secret basement door creaked open. A figure stepped in, carrying a wooden butterfly plate, calling out:
"Miss Tamayo, it's time to consume blood."
I tilted my head to see, but I was still holding Tamayo, which partially blocked my view.
The voice was clearly female. I adjusted slightly and saw her fully.
She wore a green kimono, long black hair falling straight. Her eyes were bright emerald, almost glowing in the dark. Her features were soft and beautiful, but her face was pale.
She was clearly a ghost.
Seeing her, my doubts disappeared. I spoke gently:
"Long time no see, Ms. Shinobu~"
Mouth Flat Piano Leaf
She was Inosuke Hashibira's mother. Unable to endure the violence of her husband and mother-in-law, she fled one snowy night with baby Inosuke in her arms, seeking help at Douma's Eternal Paradise.
At that time, Douma was surprisingly obedient and took Kotonoha in. When her husband and mother-in-law came after her, he didn't kill them as in the original story—he simply drove them away.
Ever since taking in Kotonoha and Inosuke, Douma spent a lot of time around them when he had nothing else to do, taking particular care of Kotonoha.
But the good times didn't last long. Even though Douma only needed a small amount of blood after taking Tamayo's medicine, he hadn't fed for nearly a month since taking Kotonoha and her son in. Late one night, his hunger got the better of him. He pulled out a blood bag to eat, but Kotonoha caught him.
Douma tried to explain, but she didn't believe him and ran. To keep Inosuke alive, he followed the original story's logic: he threw her off a cliff so she would float safely down the river. When Douma caught up, he didn't kill her but intended to turn her into a demon.
Kotonoha, terrified, kept backing away—and accidentally fell to the ground instead of the river. Douma didn't chase her. At that moment, anyone looking would have assumed she was dead.
And me? My good boy of the 21st century who knows the original story by heart—I'd already planted spies.
After Kotonoha fell, I quickly fed her blood so she could survive as a demon, then kept her with Tamayo until she could develop a potion to restore her humanity.
"It's been a long time, Master Muzan."
Her voice was soft and pleasant, though she seemed a little self-conscious.
[Is it because of me? Do I look scary?]
I loosened my grip, bent down, and gently put Tamayo down. I explained my purpose.
Tamayo turned, pressed a button, and a huge room unfolded before us. She returned with a dozen potion bottles—the ones I needed.
Seasoning!
I took a few bottles, sniffed them, and let a drop touch my tongue. My taste buds—previously numb—reacted immediately.
[Great! From now on, my cooking won't taste like wax!]
I packed the bottles into a small box and slipped it into my feathered robe. I also took out a glass bottle filled with my blood and handed it to Tamayo.
"This is purified blood. It's better for testing the decomposition effect."
Tamayo carefully placed the bottle in her secret medicine room.
We didn't talk much after that. Ever since she began researching potions for inspiration, our conversations had grown shorter. Knowing I would leave at night, she chatted briefly, then returned to her work, mask on, preparing medicines.
In the original story, Tamayo hated Muzan. She worked tirelessly, collecting blood from demons to make potions. Now, I gave her blood myself, but progress was slow—probably because I lacked motivation. My presence had already changed the story's course.
I didn't want to disturb her, so I left the basement and went upstairs, planning to return after sunset. Kotonoha followed me.
(Someone might ask: "Why not just teleport back with Mingnu?")
(I'd answer: "Too boring. Better to write more, add more plot.")
Upstairs, Kotonoha started boiling water to make tea. Soon, she brought it to me.
She sat quietly, looking composed, but I could tell her mood was low. I knew she was thinking about Inosuke, so I asked, even knowing the answer:
"Are you worried about something?"
She met my eyes, tears welling, but quickly brushed them away.
"No… not really."
[This… is hard for me to accept!]
I coughed and sipped my tea to ease the tension. She didn't want to talk, and I couldn't push it. I couldn't just tell her about Inosuke.
I had planned to ease into the topic, ask about her son, then Douma, then whether to kill him—but now, I had no clue what to say.
Suddenly, the door banged.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The rhythm was chaotic, random. The person outside clearly wasn't one of ours.
I picked up my teacup, ignoring it—but then a familiar voice called from outside, pleading and crying.
"Please… open the door…"
My heart jumped.
[It can't be him…]
I pressed the hidden button. The door swung open with a clang. Though dawn had come, sunlight didn't reach inside.
Squinting, I saw a man supporting someone covered in blood, claw marks across their chest. Both wore Demon Slayer Corps uniforms, Nichirin swords at their waists.
"Giyu Tomioka?! Who's with him?"
Giyu rushed in, carrying the injured person. Kotonoha, seeing my signal, stepped forward to help him to the basement for Tamayo to treat.
Giyu's eyes were full of worry; he hadn't noticed me yet. When he finally saw me, he froze.
"M-Muzan?"
I tilted my head, frowning.
"You really joined the Demon Slayer Corps! Tell me—why are you here?"
Giyu looked down like a child in trouble, hesitated, and finally said:
"On a mission… I encountered… a very strong ghost."
"I'm not asking that. Why come here? Why not go to a hospital?"
He lowered his voice to almost nothing:
"I asked… people… they said this place is better…"
Before I could scold him, Tamayo appeared behind me, frowning.
"Sir, the patient is in critical condition…"
Giyu's anxiety spiked. He asked rapidly what had happened.
I lifted him by the collar and carried him to the basement, Tamayo following closely.
Inside, I saw the injured person clearly. My jaw nearly dropped.
[What?! It's… a rabbit?!]
He had medium-length flesh-colored hair, a scar running from his mouth to his cheek, a fox mask with the same scar on his waist, a standard Demon Slayer uniform, and a tortoiseshell-patterned feather ornament.
[Looks like… a scorpion rabbit? How is he still alive? Is Zenitsu alive too?]
Tamayo pointed to a massive chest wound, partially poisoned. My face hardened.
"Gyutaro!"