Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Akaza is sweating profusely in the training field.

Faster... concentrate your power a little more...

In his imagination, Doma's seven-colored eyes were curving with joy, which made him increase the force of his punch by three points.

After I practice for a while longer, I'll go and smash that popsicle in a fair and square way!

First, smash that fake smiling face...

Then...

Just as he was immersed in his reverie and his punches became increasingly rapid.

"squeak"

A sudden click of the door hinges broke in.

Akaza's fist froze in mid-air. He frowned and turned impatiently toward the door.

The door was pushed open a crack, letting in a sliver of light from the outside corridor.

But before he could even utter a sound of reprimand, the gap was quickly and tightly closed again.

The speed was so fast that it seemed as if what he had just experienced was merely an illusion.

What the hell?

Akaza's forehead creased with a question mark, his face filled with confusion.

Which fool would dare to disturb his training?

Why are you still acting so suspiciously?

Then,

"Knock, knock, knock."

A polite knock sounded softly on the door.

Then, a soft, childlike voice came from outside the door:

"I'm so sorry! I accidentally bumped into the door and disturbed you. I'm really very sorry..."

That sound...

Akaza's brows furrowed even more.

It sounds familiar, but I can't quite place where I've heard it before.

He suppressed his annoyance at being interrupted and the strange sense of familiarity, and strode towards the door.

With a whoosh, he deftly and neatly opened the door.

Outside the door, a miniature version of Muzan was staring intently at him.

It's the same child I saw yesterday!

Akaza's brain seemed to be paused by this sudden encounter, and his thoughts went blank for a moment.

The next second, the body reacted before the mind could.

"Crash—Bang!"

He slammed the door shut again with even greater speed than when he opened it, making a loud thud.

What's going on?!

Leaning against the closed door, Akaza's usually cold face cracked.

How did this child end up here?!

Could this be Muzan-sama's intention? Does he really want her to challenge me?!

The thought made him feel uneasy.

Akaza seeks a thrilling, life-or-death battle with the strongest, a clash of the ultimate martial arts.

Hitting a child?

Or should we hit a little girl?

Are you kidding me!

Let's not even talk about how I have absolutely no motivation...

What if I accidentally hit too hard and kill him?!

Whose responsibility is this?!

Just imagining that made Akaza feel inexplicably irritable and troublesome.

He would rather fight the three boys than face this situation.

Outside the door, Yukina was completely dumbfounded.

She finally mustered up the courage to apologize and greet him. The door opened, and she saw that it was the pink-haired uncle inside.

Before she could even smile and say "hello," the door slammed shut as if blown by a gust of wind, almost hitting her little nose.

Yukina stood there blankly, her small hands holding the paper unconsciously tightening, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

The pink-haired uncle... closed the door?

He closed it right in front of me?

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the smooth floor in front of her toes.

I feel like I really am disliked.

woo woo woo...

Xue Nai lowered her head, and the little bit of grievance in her heart bubbled up like bubbles.

Forget it...

The pink-haired uncle might be really busy, or he just doesn't like being disturbed.

She shouldn't stay here; she should just go home...

Just as she was calling out to Nakime in her heart,

From inside the door, a harsh voice came through the paper door:

"Get out of here! I'm not fighting you!"

Upon hearing this, her eyes filled with confusion.

beat……?

Who are we fighting against? What are we fighting for?

His little head was filled with big question marks.

Although she didn't understand what her uncle's nonsensical words meant at all, Yukina instinctively felt that it was a misunderstanding!

A huge misunderstanding!

The pink-haired uncle must have made a mistake!

So, forgetting her earlier slight disappointment, she quickly took a small step forward and earnestly explained towards the door:

"Uncle, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

She paused, and to make her words more convincing, she raised a small hand, as if the other person could see through the door, gesturing earnestly to emphasize:

"It's like this, Yukina came to apologize! I accidentally bumped into the door and disturbed you, Uncle. I'm so sorry!"

Akaza stood with his back to the door, his brows furrowed in a frown.

Could it be... that they really didn't come here to fight me?

He still harbored doubts.

Could this be some new trick?

After all, they are Muzan-sama's bloodline, who knows what might happen...

We must be on guard...

He pondered to himself, and even took a half step back, creating some distance between himself and the door panel, his muscles still slightly tense, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

What if the door opens and that brat rushes in shouting, "Akaza, now I challenge you!"

Wouldn't he then be in a predicament where he can't back down?

I accept your apology.

He looked at the door and said, "You can leave now."

It was quiet outside for a little while.

Yukina listened to the voice coming from inside the door. Although she accepted the apology, the meaning of "I don't want to be disturbed" and "Please leave" was still very clear.

The little flame of hope in her heart that she wanted to be friends with the handsome uncle with the beautiful hair was extinguished a little.

Ok……

Although she was a little sad, Yukina sniffed and tried her best to suppress her disappointment.

"Okay... Goodbye, Uncle."

She said goodbye respectfully to the closed door, her voice carrying a slightly muffled nasal tone.

Then, clutching the slightly crumpled papers in her arms, she turned around and slowly walked away along the path she had come from.

The small figure looked somewhat lonely in the empty corridor.

Inside the door, Akaza listened intently to the sounds outside.

The receding footsteps allowed his tense nerves to relax slightly.

After the footsteps completely disappeared, silence returned to the surroundings.

After waiting a few more breaths and confirming that there was no more breath outside the door, Akaza suddenly raised his hand and pulled the door open again with a whoosh.

The area outside the door was indeed empty.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then called out without hesitation:

"Pipa player, send me away immediately. To any place with a forest."

This way, I can avoid trouble, continue training, and maybe even find that flower that Lord Muzan wants—a win-win situation.

This Infinite City is dangerous, very dangerous.