Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

What followed was darkness.

At the moment when consciousness falls into utter emptiness.

In Muzan's mind, there was only one thought.

Shirakawa Yuta pierced my seven hearts and five brains at the same time!

but......

Hey, it's too late even if you're fast.

No injury can stop me from self-destructing!

any!!!

......

Open your eyes again.

All that could be seen was a sea of ​​bright red.

Muzan looked at the bright red blood.

Deep down, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Shirakawa Yu, Shirakawa Yu.

Even if you are strong, so what?

Even if you can kill me instantly, so what?

If you want to possess my abilities, you must resurrect me again and again.

I'd like to see how much patience you have to keep going with me.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

This was probably the first and only time he made Bai Chuanyu suffer a setback.

However......

He couldn't laugh.

It's not a matter of thought, but rather a physical inability to laugh.

At this moment, he could feel that his body was completely immobile.

Even the muscles in his face seemed to be held down tightly, with no room to twitch.

He wanted to turn his head, but couldn't; he wanted to raise his hand, but couldn't either.

"Wow, you're awake so quickly!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him.

A chill ran from Muzan's tailbone all the way to the top of his head.

He instinctively wanted to unleash a shockwave.

However, it didn't work.

He considered self-destructing, but it was no use.

He panicked... Why?!

What did he do to himself during this resurrection?!?

"You're awake, let's take a look."

Just as Muzan was frantically guessing, the crimson before his eyes completely faded away.

Before him, there was no lake of blood, no deathly silence.

There was only a purple-haired woman wielding a strange long sword, maintaining a thrusting motion, and the stands and 'spectators' that were no different from before.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Muzan rolled his scarlet pupils in terror, letting out an incomprehensible whimper.

"Want to talk? Okay~"

Shirakawa Yu's voice rang out again.

The next second, he felt that he could move his mouth again.

He opened his mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

"How could this be?! I'm dead!!!"

"die!?"

Shirakawa Yu scoffed, "You wish."

"Do you really think I'll keep playing this self-destructive game with you forever?"

"Will I just keep wasting my time with you?!"

"You were only unconscious for a few seconds because your brain and heart were all punctured."

"No!!! It can't be!!! You're lying to me!!!"

Muzan refused to believe it, screaming hysterically, "Once the self-destruction was initiated, I couldn't even control it myself, how could I possibly be alive now?!"

"You can't control it because you're not good enough, it doesn't mean others aren't."

This time, it wasn't Shirakawa Hajime who answered him, but Tamayo.

Holding two bottles filled with liquid, she lightly leaped off the stands.

"I told you long ago that your knowledge of pharmacology is ridiculously poor. If you don't have the talent for it, don't force it."

"But you just don't believe it."

Tamayo walked up to Muzan, looked at him, her eyes full of mockery and satisfaction.

"You have always had unparalleled control over your cells."

"You are so focused on mixing medicines that you don't bother to understand your own cells or develop your own abilities."

"If you always rely on instinct to control your cells, it will be difficult to control them when it comes to crucial moments."

"You're talking nonsense!!!" Muzan shouted angrily and violently.

"Those are my cells!!! What makes you think you can say that!!!"

"Just because I've spent hundreds of years studying your cells. Just because I can develop a resignation letter that kills your cells. Just because I can improve it and suppress your cells."

At this moment, Shirakawa Yu leaned out from behind and added, "I just came up with a name for the new potion: Leave of Absence."

Upon hearing this, Tamayo sighed helplessly.

What kind of names are these?

"What leave slip! What suppression!? What are you all babbling about!!!"

Muzan is going completely mad.

"I just want to know, what exactly is going on now?!"

“What else could it be?” The little ninja standing in front of him drew her longsword.

After standing up straight, he shook off the blood from the tip of the sword.

"You didn't die, you were just unconscious for two seconds. I took the opportunity to inject the... leave slip hidden in the sword into your body to suppress your abilities. It's that simple."

"Impossible, impossible!!!"

Muzan's eyes darted around frantically, trying to get a clear picture of his situation.

"Why can't I move? And what are those two things stuck in my neck?"

"It's not normal to be unable to move."

Shirakawa Yu slowly walked from behind Muzan to in front of him.

As he appeared, a dense rustling sound arose all around him.

One by one, eyeballs with tentacles emerged from the darkness.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

They lined up in rows, stood in formation, all staring intently at Muzan.

In each eyeball, the golden pupils shone brightly!

Crimson Arrow.

At that moment, Muzan instantly understood why he couldn't move.

It turned out that the red color he had just seen was not blood at all, but rather countless red arrows wrapped around his body!

Normally, all I need to do is release the bone spurs and sweep them around; that will clean them up.

But now, it's no use!

The shockwave cannot be released.

The bone spurs can't be released.

It can't be released after self-destruction.

He could clearly feel his own cells, but at that moment all of them seemed to have entered a state of dormancy.

It was nothing like usual, where he could be commanded with ease.

But the most terrifying thing wasn't that, but the two things stuck in his neck.

He could feel those two things continuously drawing his blood.

Chapter 346 Devouring Ability, and an Accident!

"What exactly...did you do to me?"

Shirakawa Yu appeared before Muzan, still in the same gruesome state as before, with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

He pointed to the mess on his face.