Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The familiar sound of a pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) drifted out, and the space around them began to change. The dilapidated and messy lotus pond was replaced by a brand-new pavilion. Clear and distinct footsteps came from behind, and Kiyokawa Izumi, whose expression was still relatively calm, subconsciously turned around.

Some things are destined to be unavoidable and unavoidable.

He was mentally prepared to meet Muzan.

If Yoriichi Tsugikuni is like the sun, then the one before us is undoubtedly the ceiling of this world—surpassing all the Upper Moons, second only to Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

"call--"

As she gently exhaled a breath of stale air, Kiyokawa Izumi, who had long since exited the state of no thought, was far from as calm as she appeared.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts; I was worried that someone might do something foolish, but I also felt that I had no chance of winning.

To put it simply, Muzan at his peak was indeed no match for him; the difference between the two was quite obvious. Not to mention that this was the progenitor of demons, with five brains and seven hearts, making him practically inhuman.

In comparison, Kiyokawa Izumi was just an ordinary human being.

There's nothing to deny about their inferior strength.

He certainly didn't reach the ceiling of this world.

He didn't show his emotions on his face, but just stared blankly at the boss, Muzan, who was walking slowly towards him from not far away.

This creature, draped in a black cloak and capable of freely changing its form, is currently using the black-haired youth template, which is also its usual form and not much different from its appearance in its human form.

The black leather shoes stomped on the flat, neat wooden floor, the clear sound of their footsteps seeming to pound on my heart, again and again, making me feel suffocated.

Beneath her seemingly thin and slender body lies an unimaginable and terrifying power. Even without actively releasing its pressure, it is enough to make the highly perceptive Kiyokawa Izumi's hair stand on end.

No match for them!

Extremely dangerous!

Even someone as powerful as him couldn't help but tremble slightly; his biological instincts told him that he would die if he didn't run.

I haven't felt this way in a long time, and even my breathing rhythm has been affected.

What kind of monster is hidden beneath its pale, almost transparent skin?

Blood-red eyes, utterly devoid of humanity.

All of this seemed to be telling him one thing: the man before him was a monster in human skin.

The air around us seemed to have been sucked out; just standing here, one could feel a bone-chilling cold and an indescribable sense of oppression.

"It is nothing short of a miracle that a swordsman like you could emerge among the ant-like demon hunters."

A dozen meters away, on a wide platform, the emotionless voice of the boss, Muzan, slowly drifted over, his heterochromatic eyes staring intently at Kiyokawa Izumi.

For this person, it truly is a miracle.

Imagine that most of the previous Pillars were killed by Upper Moons—even the weakest Upper Moon Six killed more than two Pillars.

In Muzan's eyes, what difference is there between these people and so-called ants? They are just slightly stronger.

In contrast, the person in front of me is much more interesting.

He has mastered all the techniques: markings, crimson blades, and translucency.

It couldn't help but remind it of the so-called first-generation striped swordsman, and that unforgettable existence.

Of course, Kiyokawa Izumi is far from being comparable to Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Doma and Nakime were merely a test for it.

Just to be on the safe side, we should still test this person's abilities.

The fact that this scoundrel boss, who had already suffered a loss once, dared to show up so brazenly at this moment was enough to show that while Qingchuan Quan did have some strength, it wasn't strong enough to pose a threat to him.

Therefore, they have nothing to fear.

On the other hand, the Twelve Demon Moons were almost completely wiped out, and those useless people disappointed them time and time again, but they still had some value.

We can't expect it to handle everything itself, can we?

The idea of ​​rebuilding the Twelve Ghost Months exists.

Isn't this the best candidate?

It's like a carbon copy of Kokushibo from back then.

"The power boost gained at the cost of your life, the astonishing folly and courage—do you know that once the marks appear, your death is already sealed?"

"so what?"

"Join my Twelve Demon Moons and become one of the new Upper Moons. You will gain near-eternal life and no longer have to fear the countdown to death."

Those who eat enough will gain greater power, for decades, centuries, a long time to do whatever they want, and the only price is their loyalty to me.

Tell me your choice!

This is where life's crossroads begin; to refuse may mean death.

It's not surprising that Muzan's boss extended him a job offer, since he currently has no demons to use—perhaps in his mind, Kiyokawa Izumi would definitely be tempted.

What reason is there to refuse?

Becoming a demon grants near-eternal lifespan, and the side effects of awakening the markings are negligible.

If you're looking for strength, all you need to do is eat enough food to gain more power... Is there anything simpler than that?