Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"It sounds like someone is speaking in my ear... What was they saying again? Am I going to die?"

Kiyokawa Izumi subconsciously tried to grip the Nichirin Blade tightly, but found that her body was unable to move—the Sankaku she had created was not perfect, and the side effects were severe.

Simply put, it involves long and short bursts of speed, all converging at one point for a powerful burst of energy.

Because of insufficient physical strength and a poor grasp of breathing techniques, he repeatedly overexerted himself with breathing exercises in a short period of time, resulting in him now being paralyzed here.

His blindness had not been restored, and a familiar voice rang in his ears. He was still thinking that Lower Moon Six was still by his side.

The feel was fine, and the Nichirin Blade did indeed slice across its neck.

Is it some strange blood demon magic again?

Breathing—blood surged up again; Kiyokawa Izumi had indeed reached his limit.

With a hint of resentment, she completely fainted.

This time, is it really going to be death?

……

One winter,

She was petite and huddled on the bridge. The sound of geisha's wooden clogs echoed through the snow, and copper coins, scented with powder, fell at her feet.

Before she could pick it up, a roar mixed with punches and kicks erupted, "You blind girl, you've stolen money again!"

The drunkard vented his anger, finding some excuse to punch and kick her. She tightly protected her head and silently endured it.

Amidst the dull thud of ribs and the cracking of teeth, there was a faint taste of blood.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a cold voice rang in her ears.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

The frozen palm touched the icy coin.

"Do you resent it?"

The voice seemed to possess a bewitching magic; she instinctively gripped the coin tighter, unsure how to respond.

After a moment of silence, the speaker seemed to grow bored, "Want to take a look at this world?"

Upon hearing this, she nodded blankly.

"Then, as you wish."

In the shadows, the man's sharp fingertips sliced ​​across her neck.

The moment Muzan's blood dripped into the wound, excruciating pain shot through her. Her frail body swelled up in that instant, and she curled up into a ball, clutching the coin tightly, desperately trying to lift her head to see the world one last time.

"Want more? Interesting!"

A soft laugh came from Muzan.

……

"Actually, I don't dislike that person. After all, this world is truly beautiful."

"Swordsman, are you sure you want to continue this journey with me? There's no turning back now!"

Kiyokawa Izumi looked at the girl beside him, dressed in a brightly colored kimono, with a thoughtful expression.

It was probably a dream.

If he hadn't won, he'd probably be eaten by the demon by now... He was actually quite curious whether transplanting the Sharingan into the demon would make it even stronger.

After all, demons have stronger physical abilities than ordinary people.

Obtaining his Sharingan is roughly equivalent to having a minor cheat ability; who knows, there might even be a chance to become stronger in the future.

The chances of it going up are slim, but it's not impossible.

"I really don't understand this world, it's really mysterious... By the way, what do we have to do with each other? Why did you enter my dream?"

The girl was slightly taken aback, and was about to explain when she was interrupted by Kiyokawa Izumi.

"Can I find someone else?"

"Is it a relative?"

The girl asked curiously.

"None of your business! If you're going to leave, then leave already. Stop dawdling."

"Swordsman, you've probably never been liked by a girl before, haven't you?"

The girl looked at him with a hint of pity, but Kiyokawa Izumi was too lazy to explain anything and just rolled his eyes.

"What's it to you? Enough with the nonsense!"

With a soft laugh, the girl walked forward, her figure remaining blurred.

"It's not your fault that the world hasn't treated you kindly. It's just that when you needed help the most, he was the one you met. It's both sad and ironic."

……

"Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi, can you hear me? Are you still breathing?"

"Still not dead..."

Kiyokawa Izumi barely opened his eyes; everything was blurry, and his mouth was filled with a strange taste.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

"??"

A gentle, familiar voice rang in her ears. Shinobu Kocho, who was preparing the antidote on the spot, spoke with a slightly relaxed tone.

"Did the news spread that fast?"

Kiyokawa Izumi was somewhat surprised. Was the support from a Pillar-level swordsman really that fast?

Just as the waning moon was discovered, and dawn was breaking, pillar-level swordsmen had already arrived.

Great!

"Yes, everyone's saying... Team member Kiyokawa Izumi successfully defeated Lower Moon Six!"

Do you know what I'm thinking right now?

"What?"

"This medicine is fucking bitter!" Kiyokawa Izumi said weakly, her breathing slightly labored. "We've only been away from the Butterfly Mansion for a day, and now I have to start recuperating again?"

A soft laugh could be heard.

Kiyokawa Izumi inexplicably suspected that this person was gloating.

He didn't have time to worry about that at the moment; he was hesitating whether or not to go and pray to the gods and Buddhas.

Are there any reliable talismans for changing one's luck?

If you encounter a waning crescent moon as soon as you step out the door, you might encounter an waxing crescent moon next time you go out.

"Order! Team member Kiyokawa Izumi, after recovering from your injuries, proceed to headquarters!"

An unfamiliar raven perched on a branch, looking down at the two people below and speaking loudly.

"Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi, it seems I should congratulate you in advance."

Shinobu Kocho smiled and said, as if she had just thought of something.

Once she caught her breath, Kiyokawa Izumi glanced at her and replied sullenly, "No way, I don't want to be the weakest."