Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

It's so noisy...

Muzan leaned back on the main seat of his Japanese-style room, resting his chin on one hand while casually flipping through a book with the other.

His eyes appeared to be on the pages of the book, but he was actually watching the memories coming from Kokushibo.

In the scene, that idiot is sitting opposite Kokushibo, his little mouth never stopping.

She was either stumbling through those simple kana characters or using her pitifully limited vocabulary to praise the characters written by Kokushibo in a variety of ways.

"Teacher, your handwriting is so beautiful!" "It looks like a little twig!" "It looks like a little moon!" "Teacher, you're amazing!"

Muzan's brows furrowed more and more, his face filled with displeasure.

What's so surprising or praiseworthy about writing those ordinary, basic kana characters so neatly?

This idiot's brain is truly peculiar; even the most trivial things can excite her like this.

Kokushibo actually let her chatter on and on...

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his fingertips unconsciously tightening, almost crumpling the pages of the book in his hand.

However, the next second, his movement of turning the pages of the book froze.

and many more……

So... why is he here, wasting his time like an idle bystander watching that idiot learn to write those boring kana?

This is simply...

absurd!!

Could it be... that my brain has been infected by that idiot, and I've started doing some meaningless, stupid things?

This possibility instantly darkened Muzan's expression.

He abruptly cut off the shared vision with Kokushibo, trying to completely banish those images from his mind.

The room returned to silence.

Muzan put down the book in his hand, stood up with a cold face, and paced a few steps in the spacious Japanese-style room.

The hem of his kimono swayed gently with his movements.

Spending too much time with idiots has even infected me, someone as perfect as myself...

He needs to get some serious work done and shift his focus.

Through their blood connection, Muzan casually examined the current state and thoughts of the other Upper Moons.

The first constellation to pass by is Akaza.

I sensed that the other party was lurking deep in the shadows of a dense forest, skillfully avoiding the sunlight.

Akaza's mind was filled with a strong will to become stronger and fight, mixed with the thought of "exploring the eastern mountains after nightfall, perhaps there are clues about the blue spider lily".

Muzan nodded in satisfaction.

Akaza was one of the few Upper Moons that he thought was pretty good.

He has a clear goal, is single-minded, has strong execution ability, and places his orders as a high priority.

His mind is filled with nothing but fighting and womanizing; compared to some good-for-nothings, he's already much better.

Next up is the doma (child's millstone).

In that mere instant of contact, countless fragments of thoughts surged forth.

The lamentations of a new believer, the unoriginal repetition of doctrine, the hypocritical praise during cannibalism...

They were all meaningless sentiments.

Muzan immediately severed the connection in disgust.

What else can this good-for-nothing have in his head besides those hypocritical religious tricks and eating?

If he were willing to spend even a tenth of the energy he uses to deceive believers and have fun on searching for the blue spider lily...

Muzan snorted coldly, no longer thinking about that idiot who was bothering him.

As his consciousness wandered, he glanced at the memories of the other ghosts.

In the end, after going around in circles, they ended up back on Kokushibo's side once again.

He turned his face away, expressionless, and sank back into Kokushibo's memories.

As soon as the connection was established, a clear human voice came through:

"Sir, your daughter is so well-behaved and adorable, and she loves animals so much. You are truly blessed!"

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the other side.

Kokushibo took Yukina and the little yellow dog in her arms back to the courtyard where she lived.

The courtyard remains the same, the cherry blossom tree stands quietly, and occasionally a few pink and white petals drift down with the wind.

The swing was suspended in mid-air, and the rope remained completely still.

Everything was exactly the same as when he had caught a fleeting glimpse of it last time.

However, for some reason, standing here at this moment, Kokushibo felt an indescribable difference.

"...I'm leaving."

"teacher!"

Yukina looked at him, and the puppy in her arms also curiously poked its head out, its black eyes looking at him at the same time.

Xue Nai's eyes were bright, full of reluctance.

"Are we... still studying in that room tomorrow?"

She still wants to practice writing; she only learned a little bit today.

Moreover, it's fun being with the teacher...

Kokushibo paused in his steps.

"...I have something to do tomorrow...come back the day after tomorrow."

He does indeed have other plans.

"what……"

"Okay... then, teacher, see you the day after tomorrow! I'll try my best to remember what I learned today..."

Despite her disappointment, Yukina still managed a smile and waved her little hand at Kokushibo.

Kokushibo nodded slightly, said no more, turned around, and his deep purple figure quickly disappeared.

Yukina stared in the direction where her teacher had disappeared until she could no longer hear his footsteps before dejectedly turning her gaze away.

She looked down at the puppy in her arms, its head tilted back, gazing at her with wet, dark eyes.

Its clean fur is a light yellow, much softer to the touch, and carries a faint, clean scent of soapberry.

She suddenly buried her face in the puppy's warm, soft neck and took a deep breath!

Thank goodness, there's still the puppy!

The fluffy texture soothed her slight disappointment.

"Little puppy, we're home!"

She stepped over the threshold, entered the room, and nuzzled the puppy's head.

The puppy seemed to understand, responding with a soft "woof" and its tail tip wagging slightly in her arms.

"So cute!"

Xue Nai's heart was completely melted by the cuteness. She carried the puppy to the center of the room, sat down cross-legged, placed it on her lap, cupped its little face in her hands, looked at it from left to right, and had a happy and satisfied smile on her face.

"It really makes a difference after washing! It smells nice and feels soft!"

The puppy obediently let her do as she pleased, its bright black eyes fixed on her, and it stuck out its pink little tongue to lick her fingers.

After playing for a while, Xue Nai seemed to remember something. She was still holding the puppy, but she straightened her back and looked around at her toy friends in the room with bright eyes.

"Oh, right! Little puppy, let me introduce you to someone!"

Her voice was cheerful as she first pointed to the doll in the corner, dressed in a small red kimono with two little buns in her hair.

"This is Hanako. She's very quiet and loves listening to me tell her stories."

"This is Komo... uh, he looks a bit unusual, but... um, he's also a friend who lives here..."

Then, when her gaze shifted to the doll with white hair and wearing an exaggerated red sweater, another always smiling face immediately appeared in her mind.

Hmm, it seems like it's been ages since I last saw Uncle Doma...

I miss it a little.

but………

Her expression suddenly froze again.

Uncle Doma probably wouldn't actually eat dogs, would he?!

Forget it...

Listen to Dad, next time you see Uncle Doma, ask him first!