Chapter 56: People's pain always stems from their own incompetence.
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Different space.
Infinite Castle.
Compared with before, there are obviously more chaotic buildings here.
"...Damn, damn Demon."
"Restless spirits!"
A man in a well-fitted suit, but with an anxious and melancholy face, and rapid breathing, kept walking along the wall.
tap tap tap.
Muzan, ignoring gravity, stroked his chin with his hand, his crimson pupils stared straight ahead, stepped on the wall, and went straight ahead.
—Kokushibo is already dead.
It's been these days, not only is there no news.
Now, even he can't contact him.
As the king of demons, he should be able to listen to the hearts of all demons at will and establish remote contact with them.
After all the medium is blood.
And Kokushibo.
After that glimpse of the sun breathing attack, when he came back to his senses.
Muzan could no longer sense his existence.
Thud.
His pupils were blood-red, his medium-length black hair slightly curled, Muzan stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
The finger he was resting on his chin couldn't stop trembling, if it weren't for him gripping it tightly, the trembling would be even worse.
He recalled what he had seen from Kokushibo's perspective that day.
"...What should I do." Muzan muttered, his voice trembling with a hint of hoarseness, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
The orange-yellow light shone on his pale side face, the bulging veins on his face were clearly visible in the dark.
He stood against the wall, whispering softly:
"Kokushibo is dead... He is that guy for sure, no doubt."
"...Unbelievable."
Muzan anxiously changed his posture, his self-talking voice inexplicably trembled:
Can mere humans live for such a long time?
Muzan's anxious expression paused for a moment.
——No, that man is not a human.
——He's a real monster...!
If.....That guy, has also been immortal like himself since hundreds years ago.
Then...!
Muzan's pupils contracted sharply, he raised his head in surprise, incredulously covering one of his eyes, his crimson pupils trembled violently:
"I... have to hide in this small Infinite Castle..."
"Forever...?!"
The so-called "Infinite Castle".
The "infinite" represents Muzan's inner desire to roam infinitely.
He wanted to stand in the sunlight, broaden his heart, and do whatever he wanted.
This is also why the light in the Infinite Castle is warm-colored —— sunlight.
All of this constitutes his deepest desire in his heart.
——Freedom.
"Bang!"
Muzan's Adam's apple moved up and down, his face was gloomy, he suddenly punched the wooden building next to him, turning his head:
"Nakime!"
His voice lowered, he squeezed out such words from his throat:
"Call all the Upper Ranks to me!"
His eyes, which were faintly reflecting light in the shadows, stared fiercely ahead.
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...
On the other side.
Somewhere in a town.
On the street, it was pitch black.
"Hoo——"
The cold wind blew past the dojo next to the street, the blood-stained white curtain fluttered slightly, the wind carrying the smell of blood brushed past the street.
The light in the dojo flickered on and off.
Several figures in white robes, through the window,
Seemed to be rushing at someone.
"Damn it! You bastard!"
Pfft!
Bang——!
The sound of a heavy object falling on the wall sounded.
"Master!"
"Don't underestimate... us... Pfft!"
Pfft!
"...Everyone! I'll fight you!!"
"Puwa!"
Inside the dojo.
In the room.
"Weak, too weak."
Scattered bodies lay all over the dojo, a figure in a purple-red short coat casually threw the person hanging on his hand to the side:
"The strongest dojo in the town... Is this the level?"
"Weak enough to be disgusting."
Bang!
The person who was pierced through the chest was thrown against the wall by him, slowly sliding down like a rag.
The dark red blood spread on the floor, and the bloody footprints kept moving forward.
...
Patter, patter.
The sound of bare feet walking on the wooden floor gradually approached.
Clang!
"Ughhh...!!" A woman with a pale face, her lips trembling uncontrollably, a look of horror on her face, was hiding in a box.
The night weather was a bit cold, so her rapid breathing kept exhaling white mist from her mouth.
She stared at the opening of the box, clutching the umbrella in her hand tightly —— this was the only thing she could hold tightly.
Her body couldn't help but tremble, she shivered and looked up at the ceiling.
Thud.
At this moment.
The footsteps of the barefoot stopped in front of the box.
Thud!
The woman shuddered all over, her pupils staring in horror at the opening of the box, and she suddenly covered her mouth and nose with her hand.
Her palm was trembling and pressing so hard that the center of her palm turned white.
Just as the footsteps stopped for a while.
It seemed that nothing was happening.
The woman let out a slight sigh, her breathing gradually calming down.
Suddenly.
"...Don't avoid the fight."
"This will only make you weaker!"
A flat, somewhat disgusted tone came from outside the box.
Bang!
The man who was speaking seemed a bit angry, he kicked the box and shouted loudly:
"Come out!"
"Fight me!"
Inside the box.
"...Uggghhhh..." The woman covered her mouth tightly, her face turned green, and she looked as if she was about to faint.
She, she is just a photographer apprentice hired by this martial arts hall...!!
Why!
Her nose tingled, her eyes reddened, and tears swirled in her eyes.
Why did this happen...?!
Thinking of what she had just seen.
She would die.
Going out would definitely kill her!
"...Are you still not coming out."
It seemed that he had been waiting too long.
Bang!
The man outside the box suddenly punched through the box from the lock position!
The tattooed, dark greenish fist brushed against the woman's face, and crashed through the box, pounding on the wall!
The sharp punch wind scraped her cheek painfully.
"...Ah." She was stunned, her mind blank.
Creak...
After violently tearing open the wooden box lid.
The comer suddenly exclaimed:
"...What?"
The peach-pink short hair swayed slightly, the man with tattoos all over his face showed a puzzled expression, his golden pupils stared at the woman's appearance.
—A woman?
He slowly withdrew his fist that was stuck in the wall, and straightened up again.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his light pink eyelashes drooped, and his eyes showed a hint of boredom.
"...Forget it."
He glanced at the woman who was scared and slowly turned around.
Patter.
He stepped away.
In the woman's dazed eyes.
Reflected was a chaotic scene of blood-stained bodies, corpses everywhere, and bare white spines.
...
Outside the martial arts hall.
The peach-pink man slowly walked out from under the cloth curtain, looking up at the round moon in the night sky.
In his golden pupils, the following words were imprinted:
[Upper Rank]
[Three]
Upper Rank Three——Akaza.
Just as Akaza was regretting not encountering a strong opponent and stepping outside.
Clang——!
Under his feet, a wooden door that was flush with the ground suddenly appeared.
And it was violently pulled open, and warm light shone out from it.
Akaza stepped into the air.
He fell down.
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