Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

"Daddy, I want to wear this!"

In the end, Yukina reached out her little hand and gently touched the peach-pink short sleeves of the dress with her fingertips.

The little butterfly is beautiful; it looks like it might take flight at any moment.

She still prefers this one.

Muzan lowered his eyes, glancing at the small furisode she was touching with her fingertips, his face showing no particular expression.

To him, these were just two clothes in slightly different colors, both falling into the category of being too youthful.

It doesn't matter which one you choose.

He summoned Nakime and asked her to change Yukina's clothes.

Nakime's movements were as gentle as ever, and she quickly dressed Yukina.

Yukina, who had changed into a brand-new peach-pink butterfly-patterned short sleeve dress, twirled around a little, the soft hem of the dress gently swaying.

She looked down at herself, then looked up at Nakime beside her, who was quietly tidying up her clothes, and a smile spread across her face.

"Narukyo-neechan," she asked softly, her voice filled with anticipation, "do I look good in this?"

Nakime stopped what she was doing and looked Yukina up and down.

The little girl, dressed in a peach-pink blouse, looked more vibrant against her pale skin. Her dark curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright eyes gazed at her. The butterfly pattern on her skirt was incredibly lifelike.

"It's very beautiful."

Nakime reached out and gently touched the top of Yukina's head.

Receiving affirmation, Xue Na rubbed the hand on her head and smiled even more happily.

At this moment, Muzan walked straight over and nodded slightly to Narumi.

Nakime understood, bowed and took a step back, her figure disappearing quietly with a soft sound from the pipa.

Then, Muzan reached out again and skillfully picked Yukina up in his arms.

"I'm gone."

The surrounding scenery began to rapidly shift and change, and the familiar wooden structure of the Infinite City receded into the distance.

Yukina hugged his neck tightly, feeling the slight discomfort brought on by the spatial shift, knowing that they were leaving the Infinite City.

Osaka.

Yukina lifted her face from Muzan's shoulder and looked around curiously.

The place they stayed at this time seemed to be different from the places they had been before.

There were no bright lights, no bustling voices, only a narrow and dimly lit street with low houses on both sides, most of the windows were dark, with only a few scattered lights.

In the distance, a cluster of bright lights could be faintly seen, accompanied by muffled sounds of bustling activity, creating a stark contrast to the silence here.

"Daddy," she whispered, hugging Muzan's neck, pointing with her other hand to the bright light in the distance, "Why don't we go over there?"

The streets over there look much more interesting; there must be lots of fun and interesting things to see.

Muzan did not answer immediately.

He carried Xue Nai in his arms and walked steadily down the quiet alley, the moonlight casting his long shadow on the uneven ground.

Upon hearing Yukina's question, he reached out and, not very gently, turned Yukina's head, which was pointing into the distance, back to face him.

He looked down, his eyes sweeping across her puzzled face in the dim light, a hint of disdain in them.

If ghosts go to eat, do they have to make a big show of squeezing into a crowd?

Is it because they feel they are not conspicuous enough, or because they think that government agencies, which are as annoying as insects and can occasionally cause trouble, are not being noticed?

Although those ants posed no real threat to him, Muzan always abhorred unnecessary trouble.

He never entertained the tedious and wasteful idea of ​​ruling the world; his goal remained clear and singular: to find the blue spider lily, overcome the weakness of sunlight, and achieve perfect eternity.

He even felt that increasing the number of ghosts was unnecessary unless absolutely necessary, since there were always more fools than useful pieces.

These complex thoughts are naturally impossible to explain to a fool whose mind is filled only with excitement, fun, and his father.

He simply held her expressionlessly as they turned into deeper, more winding alleyways, searching for something.

After rounding a few corners, Muzan stopped.

His gaze fell on a small patch of open ground not far from the alleyway entrance, partially obscured by the shadows of the eaves.

There, several boys who looked quite young were squatting in a circle, their heads close together, whispering to a dark mass in the middle, occasionally letting out malicious laughter.

One of the boys, who looked the oldest and the strongest, picked up a rather large stone from a distance, weighed it in his hand, and then hurled it hard at the writhing black shadow in the center of the circle.

A muffled thud, accompanied by an extremely faint sob.

"elder brother,"

Among the boys watching, the smallest and thinnest one timidly tugged at the sleeve of the boy who threw the stone, his voice trembling.

"Should we...should we just go back now? Let's not do this anymore, okay?"

He felt the wind was particularly cold tonight, making the back of his neck feel goosebumps.

Moreover, the longer one stayed in this dark alley, the more the old woman's ghost stories about roaming at night and eating children would seep into one's mind.

He shrank back in fear, glancing around as if something in the shadows was watching them.

"Hey, Yota!"

Another boy, dressed in old blue clothes, impatiently nudged the boy who had thrown the stone, his face showing displeasure.

"Why is your brother so timid? He's nothing like you! It's so boring, always so hesitant and timid!"

The boy called Yota immediately felt embarrassed, especially in front of his friends.

He felt that his younger brother's behavior was a complete disgrace to him.

He flung his brother's hand away from his clothes and even angrily shoved him backward.

"Go back!" Yota's voice rose, tinged with anger and embarrassment. "I'm not playing with you anymore! How could Mom like a coward like you!"

"elder brother……"

The youngest boy's eyes were a little red, but he still mustered up his last bit of courage and said in a very soft voice, "But Grandma said that if we don't go home tonight, really... really ghosts will eat us up..."

"Ghost! Ghost! There's no ghost here!"

Yangtai was even angrier, feeling that his younger brother had not only embarrassed him in front of his friends, but also kept saying unlucky things.

"You're such a coward! Even if there were a ghost, I'd kill it with one punch! Get back here! I hate seeing you!"

"Well, okay then..."

The youngest boy trembled from the shout, and tears finally streamed down his face. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and sobbed, "You...you should come back soon...I'm going back now..."

After saying that, he turned around and practically ran into the alley he had come from, his small figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Watching his younger brother run away, Yota seemed to feel that it wasn't enough to vent his anger. He stepped forward and kicked the barely moving dark shadow on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

"How boring," he muttered, as if explaining to his friends or trying to convince himself, "He's nothing like my brother..."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't even dare to play this!"

"Afraid of ghosts when going out at night? Where are there any ghosts? Yang Tai, your brother is hilarious!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The other boys immediately chimed in, letting out a mocking laugh that sounded particularly jarring in the quiet alleyway.

Muzan stood quietly in the shadows not far away, taking in the whole scene.

Very good, these are quite good.