Want to spar with me?

Although Yoriichi and Uta, the two brats, were unwilling to call him "Dad," they seemed to have accepted this kind of life.

Every day after eating and washing the dishes, they would start their daily tasks.

One day they would copy books and study, and the next day they would practice their swordsmanship.

Under Muzan's repeated "You must practice your sword well, become stronger, and protect others!" coaxing (crossed out) advice, Yoriichi gradually got used to the routine of practicing sword fighting.

Muzan always assigned tasks to the two of them, and after completing them, they could go play.

On this day, Yoriichi finished practicing his sword, held his sword, and looked at Muzan. With a swish, he drew his blade and looked at Muzan with fighting spirit.

Muzan put down his book with interest: "Do you want to spar with me?"

Yoriichi nodded.

"Alright."

Muzan stood up from his rocking chair and slowly walked to the cabinet to get his own sword.

The two of them went into the spacious room. Uta also followed and stood on the side to watch. Yoriichi's expression was solemn: "Please guide me!"

Muzan drew his sword with a smile.

In an instant, Yoriichi felt a pressure.

As a natural genius in swordsmanship who possessed the Clear World, he could sense Muzan's terrifying power.

No matter how lazy the Demon King he had seen during this time was, he could feel a terrifying pressure at this moment.

Yoriichi activated the Clear World, saw Muzan's abnormal internal structure, took a deep breath, and charged forward.

Muzan had also studied swordsmanship diligently for a period of time, and naturally blocked the attacks of the young Yoriichi with ease.

Yoriichi attacked frantically, while Muzan defended with ease. Their movements were extremely fast, almost creating afterimages.

Yoriichi panted, gradually becoming exhausted. Suddenly, he let out a roar and slashed down fiercely.

Muzan blocked the attack with his sword. A crisp crack sound was heard, and a crack appeared on the blade in Yoriichi's hand.

Yoriichi's movements faltered, he took a step back, and looked at the broken sword in his hand with a complex expression.

"I lost."

Muzan went over, picked up the broken blade, handed it to Yoriichi, and patted his head. The texture felt quite good. "You're only seven. With your talent, you'll surpass me sooner or later. I'll buy you a good sword tomorrow."

As for this sword, it was one of the few items Yoriichi had that could commemorate his memories at the Tsugikuni Family.

Yoriichi nodded and put away the broken sword.

Muzan then continued: "Don't you dare cut me down with a single sword when you grow up."

Yoriichi looked up at Muzan in confusion: "Aren't demons immortal?"

"Uh..." Muzan hesitated for a moment. "They can die."

Yoriichi looked at Muzan curiously.

Muzan: "...You want to kill me that badly?"

Yoriichi turned his head away. That wasn't quite it.

However, the first time he met Muzan, and every time he saw Muzan, Yoriichi inexplicably felt that he was born to kill Muzan.

But Muzan probably didn't know about this, right?

Seeing that the two had finished talking, Uta ran over: "Yoriichi is so amazing!"

"What, I'm not good enough?"

Muzan stepped between the two of them.

When he was a student, for some reason, whenever he saw a couple walking together, he would always run past them.

Uta was a straightforward child and explained: "Because Yoriichi is still young."

"Alright, I need you two to do me a favor in the future."

Yoriichi and Uta: "?"

"Help me look for a type of flower called the Blue Spider Lily. It only blooms during the day. If you see it, pick it for me."

As he spoke, Muzan took out an illustrated book: "It looks like this, blue. It should be growing nearby."

Yoriichi's expression was strange: "You forced Uta to bring you here just for this thing?"

"That's right."

Uta leaned over to look: "I've seen this flower. It grows behind the house."

Upon hearing this, Muzan's face lit up.

"But it's not here now. I don't know when it will bloom."

"It's fine. It will bloom eventually. Help me pick it when it does."

If you think this book is good, remember to add it to your bookshelf to avoid losing it next time.

Uta nodded.

Yoriichi asked, "What do you want with this flower?"

Muzan didn't try to hide anything and frankly replied, "To overcome the sun. I haven't been exposed to sunlight for hundreds of years."

"As long as you find the Blue Spider Lily, you'll be completely unkillable, right?"

Hearing Yoriichi's words, Muzan asked, "Do you want me dead that badly?"

Yoriichi stared at the ceiling, saying nothing.

Muzan: "..."

At night, Yoriichi couldn't sleep.

Muzan carried an evil, terrifying aura. On top of that, he felt, for some reason, that his life's purpose was to kill Muzan. Yet, for the past few months, Muzan had seemed like nothing more than a guy with a peculiar sense of humor.

He was a little afraid of the battle he might have to fight with him in the future.

If Muzan overcame the sun, would that prevent him from having to kill him later?

As he pondered these thoughts, Yoriichi suddenly heard footsteps outside. They weren't Muzan's footsteps!

He immediately became vigilant, got up, and grabbed the broken sword beside him.

He carefully opened the window a crack and peered into the yard.

He saw the figure of a woman in the yard.

As he was wondering, the woman glanced over at him.

Yoriichi quickly closed the window and lay back down, his breathing becoming somewhat unsteady.

Then, he heard footsteps approaching the main entrance. Confirming that the person wasn't heading his way, Yoriichi breathed a sigh of relief. He groped for his sword in the dark and moved towards the direction of the woman's footsteps.

Immediately after, Yoriichi heard Muzan's footsteps and the woman's voice:

"I brought the sword."

Upon hearing this, Yoriichi walked to the doorway between the living room and the bedroom and saw the two through the gap in the door.

The woman handed Muzan a sword.

Could this be what Muzan mentioned he was giving to him?

But I didn't see Muzan go out? He spent the whole day lying in the room reading, so why would someone suddenly come to deliver a sword?

And at night, it must be a demon, right?

Yoriichi remained wary and disgusted towards other demons.

Muzan took the sword and said regretfully, "You can accept more blood now, can't you?"

Tamayo's expression faltered. "No need!!!"

"Don't worry, I didn't prepare blood for you." Muzan had already noticed Yoriichi hiding in the doorway. Yoriichi was only seven years old now, and he felt it wouldn't be good for him to see someone stabbing into someone's brain.

Tamayo breathed a sigh of relief and then continued, "Seiji has already prepared food."

Yoriichi, hiding inside, heard "food?"

Human flesh?

Just as he thought this, a voice suddenly came from inside:

"Yoriichi, you... mmmph mmmph mmmph!"

Yoriichi quickly covered Uta's mouth.

Uta immediately understood and nodded.

Just as Yoriichi was about to let go of Uta, he heard a rustling sound behind him. The door was pulled open, and Muzan and Tamayo looked down at the two of them.

Yoriichi fell silent for a moment. Under their gaze, Uta's face turned a little red, and Yoriichi silently lowered his head.

"Can't you even spy more professionally?"

Muzan unceremoniously exposed him.

"Muzan, did you discover me from the beginning?"

"Yeah."

Yoriichi: "..."

Hearing this, Tamayo looked at Muzan in surprise and whispered, "These two children know...?"

Muzan nodded. "They do."

Tamayo looked at him, astonished.

Muzan: "Alright, stop being surprised. Let's go, let's go."