Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Wait a moment!"

Yushiro, who wasn't particularly noticeable, suddenly called out to Kiyokawa Izumi and, before the latter could ask, threw two bags of blood from a distance.

As a fellow demon, he understood far better than anyone else just how bad Kiyokawa Izumi's current condition was.

The discomfort of the initial transition, the hunger brought on by extreme weakness, and the fact that his injuries probably haven't healed yet—could this guy be just putting on a brave face?

If he had regained his full strength, given his personality, he would probably have already picked up a weapon and chopped off Muzan's head.

The fact that he didn't act immediately shows just how weak he was.

But then again, it's truly unbelievable that the so-called Demon King was actually intimidated by the extremely weak Kiyokawa Izumi.

His expression of fear was practically written all over his face.

When dealing with the three Pillars before, Lord Demon King wasn't this cautious.

Wait a minute, will my rash actions cause him trouble?

Yushiro and Kiyokawa Izumi's relationship was actually quite ordinary.

But what could he do when Miss Tamayo trusted him so much?

no way,

Now we can only pin our hopes on this guy.

Shouldn't Muzan see through my rash act of throwing out the blood packet?

With that thought in mind, her gaze focused on Kiyokawa Izumi.

The guy caught the blood pack steadily, casually bit it open, and the cool, slightly fishy-smelling blood flowed into his mouth.

His injuries healed at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

No matter how severe the injury, as long as the head has not been severed, it is not a matter of whether it is fatal.

As a large amount of blood entered his abdomen, the flesh and blood at the broken ends of his previously severed arms and legs began to regenerate and coalesce. In just one breath, Kiyokawa Izumi had completely recovered.

Somewhat surprisingly, his eyes still looked empty—what could be the reason for this?

As a senior figure, Yushiro couldn't help but frown.

His healing speed is astonishing, but what's wrong with his eyes? Why haven't they recovered yet?

Do we need to draw more blood?

Do not understand!

Is this guy really alright now? Lady Tamayo has gone to so much trouble, please don't let me down!

"Give me a Nichirin Blade."

Kiyokawa Izumi gently touched her eyes—one eye had been blown apart by Muzan, and the other she had destroyed herself.

The fact that it hasn't recovered yet is probably related to the unique nature of the Sharingan.

Ordinary blood alone is not enough to restore these special eyes.

Is the problem serious?

Actually, it's nothing special.

The ability of Susanoo is destined to be unusable.

The only pity is that he wasn't given the chance to try out his eye technique.

Other than that, there are no other effects.

So what if one cannot see?

Having mastered the secrets, he has now transformed into the body of a demon, and his already sharp senses have been further enhanced.

Even if it's invisible, it won't have a significant impact.

"If...if necessary..."

Without the slightest hesitation, the ordinary team member beside him quickly handed over his Nichirin Blade.

Having made up their minds, they looked earnestly at Kiyokawa Izumi and continued, "It's alright if you eat us."

Their thinking was actually very simple: for ghosts, eating people would make them stronger. They had already mustered the courage to stand here and were prepared to die. As long as they could be of use, whether it was to buy time or to be eaten, they could accept it.

It's all worth it as long as we can kill Muzan.

Such a rare opportunity was one that neither they nor Zhu were willing to give up.

"Get lost!"

Kiyokawa Izumi casually took the Nichirin Blade and said rather rudely.

These guys are just causing trouble.

Saying such things is just tempting him, isn't it?

It's like a stunningly beautiful young woman telling a man, "You can do whatever you want, you don't have to take responsibility or feel any guilt."

It's one thing that Kiyokawa Izumi could resist, but that doesn't mean that eating people didn't improve him—actively breaking taboos could indeed make him stronger.

The reason they didn't want to become ghosts was partly because they didn't want to torment themselves.

When it comes to cannibalism, there are only two possibilities: zero times or countless times.

Once the bottom line is crossed, it won't be so easy to hold back.

He had no desire to live on in that ugly state.

My body is good enough now.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's several times stronger than before.

His original physique was not outstanding in any aspect—whether it was strength, agility, or endurance, it was just so-so.

In comparison, he was already extremely satisfied with his current body.

Marks appeared on the side of his face, and he pushed his breathing technique to its limit—possessing the body of a demon, he didn't have to worry about whether his lungs, which had expanded four times in an instant, would be torn apart, or whether the highly active cells would lead to a shortened lifespan.

The limits it can withstand are far beyond what its previous flesh and blood could ever reach.

When the last weakness was overcome, Kiyokawa Izumi, displaying such a transcendent demeanor, seemed to be able to see the man's back.

The so-called strongest swordsman was no longer so unattainable or incomprehensible to him.