(6 months later)
Muzan, after waking up, is currently at the island's beach, wading in the sea water in a search of fish. He's been wading and hand fishing for about 3 hours with little luck but that's mostly because in the first hour he was too heavy handed and now no more fish will come near him. A nice benefit of this though is that his talent has made him absolutely amazing at hand fishing and hand fishing itself has improved his hand-eye coordination significantly, a neccessary improvement on an island with an army of murders on it. After another 30 minutes Muzan finally catches two fish and walks to shore, skewering the two fish on a home-made spear Muzan begins his trek back to his cave. Settling down with a warm fire Muzan begins to cook his food and boil some salt water he grabbed, he found a crate of utensils and utilities like pots and pans that came ashore and took it back to the cave, then in walks Oliver Queen ragged and injured.
Muzan-" 10 seconds before you die, starting now!"
Oliver-" I'm unarmed and you can tie me up and search me if you need, I'm not here for anything at all except maybe some water if you'll spare me some."
Muzan-" Luckily for you I know who you are and the type of man you are. The airplane your probably searching for is about 2 miles south of here."
Oliver-" You know the Plane?! Do you know-"
Muzan-" Not even a little, I also don't know the guy in the plane at all but I've been here long enough and killed enough soldiers to know names, locations, and basic info about almost every inch of this island, have some water and get out. Do not come back and forget we ever met because next time we do we'll be enemies."
The light that Muzan's previous sentence brought to Oliver's eyes dies almost instantly at the sentence he just heard and he just nods accepts the drink offered and sits down to enjoy it.
Oliver-" How did you get here if your not a soldier and you don't know anyone here personally."
Muzan doesn't respond he just focuses on the food that's cooking.
Oliver-" Ok ok I get it you don't want to talk or engage with someone like me, but please just do some small talk with me, this is the second real bit of kindness I've found in this hellhole and I just want to enjoy it while it lasts!"
Muzan stares back for a moment then he sighs-" Looking for kindness or the good in people will get you killed here and to answer your question, I was shipwrecked and landed on the beach the first few things I did were panic, kill several soldiers, find this crate and figure out how to get clean drinkable water and find a suitable shelter. After that I went around and observed the animals for a few weeks and figured out which berries were edible and I scavenged some meat from the larger species's meals during that as not to starve. Recently (Very recently) I picked up hand fishing and then you showed up, now finish the cup give it back to me, forget this EVER happened and then leave before I kill you!"
Oliver shuts up, finishes his drink and leaves, Muzan leaves shortly after him to get more water.
Muzan gathers more water and catches several more fish for hours after the chance meeting with the future green arrow. Then he starts his small trek back once more, only to hear voices near his home. He crouches down, drops his stuff, and creeps closer to the noise. He sees 10 men with lights inspecting his cave, as he goes to turn around he feels cold metal hit the back of his head. He reacts instantly moving his head away, shooting a kick into the guy's knee and then covering his mouth and nose with a firm hand as the man collapses because of his now broken knee. Muzan sighs in relief as he moves around the fallen man and puts him in a chokehold, keeping a hand over his mouth a nose. Muzan doesn't react at all to the man's struggle even when his desperate blows break 2 of Muzan's ribs. The guard falls unconscious and his neck is promptly snapped, Muzan's instincts took over in that moment so he didn't think about it but then it hits him the second after, the guards nearest to him that were at the cave entrance begin to look around and search for him as they hear the recognizable sound of a neck being broken violently. Muzan just drops everything, he leaves his stealth behind as he turns his back and sprints off into the forest. The guards see him run and put two and two together quickly firing their guns at him instantly, 6 rush after him the other 4 alert the guards inside the cave and then the 14 of them chase the man as well and while all of this is happening all of them have radioed the situation and requested back up as they all realize that this is the guy that's been killing patrols for the past few months.
Muzan dodges bullet after bullet as he swings and jumps through tree and bush alike. His bodily strength and his talent mean that he easily out runs the men but they aren't stupid and everytime he almost gets away he runs into reinforcements and changes directions. But both Muzan and the army realize that he is a trapped mouse in a maze with no end. He kills as many as he can but Muzan's no real superhuman bullets will put him down and so he can't kill many but even when he does another solider just takes the dead one's place. Muzan flies through another tree and *Bang*
a sniper shot rips through him. He falls in a tumble, blood sprays through the air and emotions, fear, anger, sadness, desperation all explode through him tears come from his eyes both out of sadness and rage. A roar is thrown from his throat as he trys to get up. But then the ground under him crumbles into dust and he falls...for Muzan the fall feels like forever, a sense of deju vu hits him. The feeling of falling forever striking a place deep in his memory, death, Muzan recognizes this feeling as death. And those exploding emotions all change from unstable bombs to a single sharp knife and a cold feeling of rationality cuts down everything else. His body then reacts and uses the falling ground as platform's ignoring his pain and acrobatically spinning around, dodging and jumping from piece of ground to piece of ground. He can't escape but he does successfully make his fall non-lethal. Just as Muzan hits the ground relief hits him for just an instant but that instant is all his body needs as the pain of the bullet hole hits him in that same instant. He almost collapses under the pain but he refuses to give up a desperate feeling of need fuels him as he runs through the cave he discovered. He moves as fast as he can with a limp and a lung filling with blood. He doesn't get too far but he does find himself in a new place, a lab and around him are vials, vials and vials. Muzan, for the first time in months, is hit with hope as he ignores his wounds and searches the lab top to bottom. After 5 minutes he finds it, his vial, Blue-Spiderlily serum. He doesn't even think and injects it, he waits and waits but nothing happens. In his delirium a small hallucination of his R.O.B. appears [HAHA I was kidding it was fun watching you though!] Muzan shatters like glass and his last thought as he drifts of into the afterlife once again is revenge.
Fyer's men have killed many men and hunted down equally as many people playing hero. So even though this one was fast, strong and smart it didn't matter it was just another kill, another soon to be dead man. It took some time to get this one as his skill at navigation in these woods were impressive but it didn't matter it didn't even matter that he discovered a new part of the island and fell down into it. It barely slowed them down to climb down it and they needed to see the body to confirm death anyways. They begin to go down the tunnel wandering farther into the dark in squads 3 exactly each squad consists of 30 men and each has men looking in every direction with flash lights, that doesn't save any of them though. Group one sees the lab entrance door but before they can get close 6 eyes glare out from the dark and before they know it the men in the front lose their heads to a blade. Group 2 was in the other direction and ended up on the other side of the lab they didn't even get within visible distance of the lab before they saw the glimmer of gold on an ornate headress and then a war-fan split them in half from crotch to cerebellum. The third Group didn't even go down the hole opting to prevent the target from doubling back and to protect from anyone that would interfere they met an equally terrible fate as vibrant red hair and violent purple energy sprouted from the hole and they watched as they were picked apart by the fists of the monster.