Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Kokushibo is not the kind of demon like Doma who would show an exaggerated interest in all unconventional things.

Although there was a touch of instinctive curiosity, the principles of hierarchy and clear boundaries were already ingrained in their very being.

This is undoubtedly Muzan-sama's private matter, and as his subordinate, he has no right to inquire about it, much less to seek it out.

Inquiring into the secrets of those in positions of authority without permission is a grave act of disrespect and transgression.

That's it.

He composed himself, his six golden eyes regained their composure, and his tall figure turned slightly, intending to leave this area he shouldn't have set foot in silently.

However, just as he turned around...

A faint noise came from the courtyard below, accompanied by a child's muttering, and reached his ears.

"Wow! A kite!"

"There are kites here! They're so pretty... I really want to fly a kite with my dad..."

The child's voice was soft and sweet, filled with the joy of discovering a new toy, and there was a hint of anticipation when he spoke the second half of the sentence.

Kite……

A hint of surprise flickered in Kokushibo's eyes.

"Actually, I'd rather go fly kites with my brother..."

The voice from his memory, spanning hundreds of years, now echoed in his mind.

What emerges next is that face, long blurred by time, yet incredibly vivid in the depths of every nightmare.

Why...

Kokushibo's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white.

The ghostly patterns seemed to tingle with heat as his emotions surged.

Why is it that even now, after he has long since abandoned his human identity and embarked on the path of pursuing supreme martial power, he still cannot completely forget that face?

Why does that figure, long since turned to dust, still linger like a malignant tumor in his eternal years?

He shouldn't have come here...

Kokushibo turned around and quickened his pace.

"This kite is so mean! It's caught me and it's getting tighter and tighter... Waaaaah, let go of me, you bad kite..."

But the anxious voice of the child below suddenly pulled him out of his memories.

He paused slightly, caught in a very brief moment of hesitation.

Leaving directly is the simplest option.

But this child is Muzan's bloodline.

Is it a dereliction of duty to allow the bloodline of Lord Muzan to fall into such a predicament, even if it's just something as trivial as getting tangled in a kite string?

First, I need to consult Lord Muzan.

He quickly made the judgment that was most in accordance with the rules.

"Master Wuhan."

At the same time, Kokushibo quickly sensed the current state of the Infinity Castle and found that there were no other Upper or Lower Moon auras nearby.

As for the child below, based on his observation just now, his breathing was weak and his movements were clumsy; he was indeed... very weak.

She was so weak that even a kite string could trap her.

At this moment, deep within a luxurious mansion in Kyoto, Muzan, who was examining files in the guise of a woman, twitched his brow slightly.

It's rare for Kokushibo to contact them proactively.

He spared a sliver of attention and replied indifferently, "What is it?"

Kokushibo offered no further explanation, but directly transmitted the scene he was witnessing to him through his thoughts.

In the cherry blossom garden, a small figure is clumsily struggling, tangled in a kite string.

The moment Muzan saw it, his first reaction was a slight surprise.

This time, it only slept for a few years?

This is inconsistent with his expected long period of dormancy.

Immediately following was a muttered curse.

What a hopeless idiot!

He could make such a mess of himself even while trying to fly a kite; his stupidity left him speechless.

As for why Kokushibo discovered that place, Muzan did not investigate further.

The loyalty and ability of this Upper Moon One are beyond question, so it is perfectly normal for him to discover and investigate the unfamiliar aura within the Infinity Castle.

Almost instinctively, with a hint of annoyance, he ordered Kokushibo, "Ignore her."

He even maliciously thought that he should let this little idiot do whatever she wanted and see just how stupid she could be.

Kokushibo received clear instructions and had no objections.

He lowered his eyes, preparing to leave completely and carry out the order to "ignore it".

However, the moment he turned around again, Yukina's frustration and fear intensified because she couldn't untangle the increasingly messy ball of yarn.

The sobbing became even more urgent, and through Kokushibo as a medium, it once again entered Muzan's senses.

What a spineless wretch!

Why are you crying again? Crying won't help...

Muzan cursed silently in his Kyoto mansion.

...

"Go and untie her. Stop her from making any more noise."

"Yes."

Kokushibo's response was concise and contained no questions.

He immediately obeyed the new order, changed direction, and his tall figure descended silently, walking towards the small figure trapped in the courtyard.

At this moment, Yukina was genuinely panicked.

She had only gone to the small room next door, which was filled with toys, out of curiosity to see if Hanako was inside, but her attention was drawn to a beautifully crafted butterfly kite.

She noticed that the kite string was tangled with the support next to it and kindly tried to help untangle it, but her clumsy hands and feet caused the tough threads to wrap around her wrists and arms instead.

The more you entangle it, the more complicated it becomes.

She tried to pull and untangle the thread with her other hand, but the thread seemed to have its own will and instead tangled even tighter.

My arms are short and the angle is awkward; I can't open them no matter what I do.

"Waaah... What should I do..."

She was so anxious that her nose turned red and her eyes began to well up with tears.

Just then, a shadow fell over her.

What followed was a deep, slow voice:

"lay down."

Startled by the sudden sound, Yukina turned her head with teary eyes.

What first caught her eye was a deep purple haori, followed by a tall, imposing figure with a long sword at his waist.

Her little head slowly tilted upwards, and she saw the high ponytail tied up, finally meeting that face.

Six... golden eyes.

Unlike Uncle Doma's eyes, which are full of color and laughter.

Instead, there were six cold, calm eyes silently watching her.

Yukina was completely stunned.

She had never seen a person/ghost that looked so...unusual.

Kokushibo also lowered his eyes to examine the child in front of him.

The closer you are, the clearer you can see.

Black, slightly curly hair, red eyes just like Muzan's, even the contours of her small features faintly bear the shadow of that man.

At this moment, her little face was filled with confusion, her eyes were red, her nose was red, and her delicate wrists and arms were wrapped in kite string several times.

They looked pitiful and clumsy.

Yukina was stunned for a few seconds before belatedly realizing what was happening.

The person in front of me, when she said "put down," probably meant the increasingly tangled ball of thread in her hand.

Although she was a little scared, she obediently loosened her hand that was still trying to pull the string, letting her entangled arm hang slightly.

Seeing this, Kokushibo made no unnecessary movements or said anything.

He steadily moved his right hand to the hilt of his sword at his waist, gently pushed the guard open with his thumb, and with a scraping sound, a section of the blade was slowly pulled out.

Yukina's gaze was instantly startled by that cold light, and her small body shrank back.

knife……

He wouldn't... be planning to kill me, would he?

She was so frightened that she tightly closed her eyes.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

Instead, I felt the annoying feeling of being bound in my arms and wrists suddenly loosen.

She timidly opened her eyes a crack.

The thread wrapped around her arm had broken into several pieces and was hanging loosely on her clothes.