Jikou — Tamayo

In this era, demons couldn't lack food. Not to mention those who died in war, but all sorts of wicked and evil people were also numerous in this chaotic time.

As the war became more frequent, what Muzan didn't expect was that the demons under him who knew some medical skills took the opportunity to infiltrate and become doctors. Not only could they secretly dispose of corpses, but they could also receive very good treatment.

After all, in wartime, physicians who could save people were very precious.

Tamayo, with her superb medical skills, also became famous. The reputation of the physician Tamayo spread in many places, and the one who could rival Tamayo was Yanagisawa Noriyuki.

Although Noriyuki's medical skills might not be comparable to Tamayo's, his Blood Demon Art was for healing.

But unfortunately, Tamayo would help everyone she could in a place before leaving, and she almost never charged any treatment fees, truly a great benefactor.

While Noriyuki also generally wouldn't charge much for saving people, it seemed to be "based on his mood." Whether he saved someone or not depended on his mood, and Noriyuki seemed to like receiving letters very much.

Strangely, everyone knew Noriyuki and Tamayo, but almost no one knew Muzan's name.

Instead, many people thought Muzan was just a guy dragging Noriyuki down, and some even thought Muzan might be Noriyuki's bodyguard.

After all, a physician "without the strength to even truss a chicken" would need some support to survive in such a chaotic world.

After an unknown number of years, Muzan had become so bored that he had read almost every book he could find, and could only reread them. His own medical skills had even reached a certain level, but because Noriyuki was by his side, he was too lazy to personally save people.

He felt like there was nothing fun left in all of Japan. For years, he had experienced all the nightlife and beautiful scenery, and without an appreciation for good food, Muzan had lost a great source of joy.

He spent his days reading, sleeping, and practicing the swordsmanship he had learned.

Muzan lay in the carriage, jolting along, and glanced at Noriyuki, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him:

"Noriyuki, you should abandon medicine and pursue science."

Noriyuki opened his eyes, looking confused.

Muzan looked at the wooden board above his head: "Go learn to build ships and make compasses. We'll go out to sea. We're done playing Demon Slayer, let's go play One Piece."

Noriyuki: "???"

What are you talking about? I don't understand.

Noriyuki's confused look made Muzan feel bored. Playing memes that no one understood, and entertaining himself wasn't fun either.

In fact, in this era, without powerful firearms or strong supernatural forces, demons were almost invincible. Muzan could do whatever he wanted, except for not being able to find the Blue Spider Lily and not figuring out what the Clear World actually was.

If it weren't for his lack of desire to create a large number of demons, directly integrating all of Japan would have been a piece of cake. This made Muzan even less motivated. The former Scum Boss had no grand ambitions, and he wasn't much better.

"Alright, go back to sleep."

Hearing this, Noriyuki hesitantly closed his eyes again.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the carriage suddenly stopped, and a voice came from outside.

Another robbery...

But it was daytime, and it was inconvenient for Muzan and Noriyuki to go out.

A Daimyo had sent someone to fetch Noriyuki to treat his illness. Muzan was also bored, so he let Noriyuki agree, and the two got into the carriage, starting a long journey.

Soon, the sounds of clashing weapons, shouts, and screams came from outside. Muzan was a little worried. Honestly, they had encountered quite a few robberies on the road, and had lost a few people.

This time, judging by the commotion, the situation didn't seem good.

It was still the middle of the day, and he really didn't want to go out.

But it seemed the guards couldn't hold on any longer.

He glanced at Noriyuki, who sighed helplessly. He also didn't want to go out in the middle of the day. Even with an umbrella, the sun could make his skin burn.

He picked up a large black umbrella hanging nearby, lifted the curtain, opened the umbrella, and walked out.

After a scream, Noriyuki lifted the curtain and looked at Muzan: "It's handled."

Muzan squinted his eyes, stimulated by the sunlight shining in, and then walked out, leaning on the umbrella.

He took the umbrella from Noriyuki with one hand and grabbed Noriyuki's shoulder with the other. With a flash, he appeared in the nearby forest.

Even though he had been "teleported" by Muzan several times, he was still a little unaccustomed to it. The instantaneous spatial jump made his head spin and feel a little dizzy.

Muzan threw him onto the ground. Noriyuki stood up unsteadily, rubbing his head. Just as he was about to ask his boss if they were still going to see the Daimyo, he heard Muzan's reply:

"We'll leave tonight. Since we've already agreed, let's go." Perhaps I can find some books I haven't read.

Finally, a few days later, the two (crossed out) demons found the Daimyo who had invited Noriyuki to treat him. Muzan followed behind Noriyuki, watching him frown as he inquired about the illness by the Daimyo's bedside.

"My lord, your illness is quite serious."

Muzan could also tell now that the Daimyo's illness was considered incurable in this era. In modern terms, it was a type of lung disease.

Hearing this, the Daimyo's already pale and weak face became even more uneasy.

Noriyuki changed the subject: "I can treat it, but I'm afraid we'll need to be alone. This is my family's secret technique."

The Daimyo hesitated. He was uneasy about being alone in a room with Noriyuki.

But many physicians had declared his illness hopeless. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, how could he give it up?

Seeing his hesitation, Noriyuki urged him: "If not, then I'll take my leave."

"Cough cough cough!!!" The Daimyo was startled into a coughing fit, almost unable to stop. He looked like he was about to cough up his lungs.

Finally finishing his cough, the Daimyo quickly stopped Noriyuki: "S-sorry, sorry. Everyone else, please leave."

With the servants in the room gone, the Daimyo was asked by Jikou to close his eyes.

Jikou then theatrically took a candy from the bag he carried, had the Daimyo swallow it, and proceeded to heal him directly with Blood Demon Art.

The Daimyo was astonished to find that after drinking the medicine, the pain truly began to rapidly subside. A moment later, with Jikou's permission, he opened his eyes in surprise.

At this point, aside from a feeling of weakness, there was almost no discomfort left.

Jikou took out a box of ordinary herbal medicine for strengthening the body from the cloth bag at his waist and placed it on the table nearby. He earnestly instructed, "One pill a day, or it will relapse. Take your medicine on time, and you will be fully healed in a month."

Upon hearing this, the Daimyo nodded seriously. "Sir, it's getting late. Dinner has been prepared at the estate."

Jikou stood up, smoothed his clothes, and Muzan also got up from beside him.

Jikou shook his head slightly. "No need, just give me the medical fee."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the door was violently pushed open, and a group of men wielding swords surrounded them.

Muzan, looking drowsy, glanced at the Daimyo sitting on the bed, his expression somewhat displeased.