You're Crazy

Black hair on the edge of his color, tied up in a high ponytail, familiar face with red pupils, yellow clothes with a red haori draped over them, earrings painted with sun-breathing flowers swayed slightly, and a long sword at his waist.

Muzan's face lit up with joy: "Yo, Yoriichi!"

"Muzan Kibutsuji..."

Hearing this, Muzan realized Yoriichi's expression was off. He saw that Yoriichi currently had a solemn face, his voice suppressed, looking like he was ready for a serious battle. Even his eyes were filled with killing intent towards him, and one hand had already gripped the hilt of his sword.

Muzan couldn't help but frown and cautiously took a step back: "What do you mean?"

Yoriichi suddenly drew the Nichirin sword at his waist, swish—

Sun Breathing!

Fiery red flames erupted on the red blade. Yoriichi swung his sword, and Muzan, terrified, hastily retreated. There was no doubt about it, this little brat wanted to kill him!

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

Muzan yelled, his nerves taut as he dodged Yoriichi's attacks with all his might. Compared to the Muzan in the original story, he had put in a lot of effort to improve his strength over the past hundred years. Even though he was still no match for Yoriichi, he could at least barely dodge Yoriichi's sword.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi focused all his attention on swinging his long sword, not uttering a word. The dense attacks put immense pressure on Muzan. While dodging, the hem of his clothing behind him was grazed by the blade, and strands of thread, even with scorched edges, fell to the ground.

The blade frequently slashed across his skin, and Muzan could only feel a dense, burning sensation that was difficult to recover from.

Seizing an opening in Yoriichi's attack, Muzan hastily retreated to create distance, leaping into the air and landing on a high tree branch. He cautiously watched Yoriichi below, who was looking up at him with his long sword tightly gripped in his hand.

Yoriichi looked up at Muzan, who stood on a branch several meters high against the backdrop of a full moon.

He didn't know why the Demon King looked so familiar, but at first glance, Yoriichi, who deeply understood the terror of demons and made it his mission to kill them, understood. His innate mission was to slay Muzan Kibutsuji.

But from the recent fight, Yoriichi could clearly feel that the guy in front of him had not attacked him proactively. And although he could sense Muzan Kibutsuji's terror and formidable life force, he couldn't feel any malice.

The vague sense of familiarity was even more confusing.

He couldn't help but look up at Muzan standing above:

"Do you know me?"

Muzan: "?"

No, I raised you for five years!

Five years!

And you don't recognize me in the blink of an eye?

Ungrateful, are we?

After a moment of stunned silence, Muzan immediately thought, Did Yoriichi lose his memory?

"Did you lose your memory?"

Yoriichi thought carefully. He didn't feel like he had lost his memory, so he once again adopted a stance ready to slay Muzan. The so-called familiarity might be Muzan Kibutsuji's doing!

Muzan was taken aback, Damn it!

You're going to fight at the slightest disagreement, are you?

Seeing Yoriichi about to leap up using the not-so-tall branches, Muzan quickly ran.

After all, he had raised him for five years, and he couldn't bring himself to strike too hard.

Moreover, it seemed Yoriichi had indeed lost his memory. He was holding back, but this guy Yoriichi wouldn't, and his strength was originally superior to his own.

In the original story, he had directly crippled himself with one blow. Dragging it out this long was already exceeding expectations!

What the hell am I supposed to fight?

Muzan directly used his Blood Demon Art to flee, his figure disappearing from his original spot.

But at this moment, Kokushibo was still just Kokushibo. Yoriichi, who didn't need to worry about his brother becoming a demon, used the Clear World to chase after him.

With hundreds of demons under his command, Muzan's Blood Demon Art had naturally become incredibly varied. While his abilities for escape were more than sufficient, the problem was that none of them could allow him to escape very far!

As soon as he escaped Yoriichi's line of sight, Muzan breathed a sigh of relief. He was already several towns away from the forest. Muzan mused that he couldn't possibly catch up now, right?

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over him. Muzan's pupils contracted, and a red sword, carrying the scorching heat of Sun Breathing, was reflected in his eyes.

Muzan: "!!!"

Terrified, Muzan instinctively retreated sharply, dodging sideways. A few strands of his hair ignited and floated away.

Muzan's eyes widened, and he slowly looked back at Yoriichi, who was brimming with fighting spirit, his heart pounding with lingering fear.

"Fuck!"

TMD, is this human?!

Even though he had known Yoriichi's strength was top-tier, he had always thought he was at least human.

But this damn thing!

Is this human?!

Who the hell is the demon here?!

He had used his Blood Demon Art to "flash" his way here, and Yoriichi had instantly caught up using his legs?

Muzan no longer dared to think if Yoriichi could even catch up if he escaped to the Infinity Castle.

Was this thing because Yoriichi was already this strong, or was it the manipulation of the legendary plot armor?

I didn't see Muzan escaping so desperately in the original story!

Yoriichi didn't care what Muzan was thinking, he chased after him and slashed again and again.

Muzan retreated frantically, his seven hearts pounding with tension and terror.

At this moment, Tsugikuni Yoriichi exuded an overwhelming presence. Coupled with the Scarlet Traces on his forehead and his murderous expression, he held a long sword stained with his own blood.

Compared to Muzan's miserable state, he looked more like a demon.

Muzan couldn't win against him, nor could he escape.

For a moment, Muzan dodged too slowly, and a sword strike hit his arm. Half of his arm was deeply gashed from elbow to wrist, and blood flowed uncontrollably.

Muzan couldn't regenerate from the damage of the Crimson Blade. Enduring the pain, Muzan continued to dodge.

Finally, seizing an opening when Yoriichi's strike was dodged, Muzan escaped again.

Then, his expression suddenly brightened as he sensed Tsugikuni Kokushibo nearby!

He didn't care what would happen; even if he had to take Kokushibo hostage, he just wanted to survive!

Muzan flashed and suddenly appeared near Tsugikuni Kokushibo. Before Kokushibo could react, a sharp claw appeared at his throat.

Although Tsugikuni Kokushibo had become a demon and was the strongest among the demons besides Muzan, Upper Rank One, he wasn't a demon yet and couldn't possibly contend with Muzan.

Tsugikuni Kokushibo instinctively tried to resist, but his sword was easily snatched away, and the slight pain in his throat made him dare not make any further moves.

With his life in someone else's hands, Tsugikuni Kokushibo dared not act rashly and asked cautiously:

"What do you want?"

He didn't even know who the person who suddenly appeared behind him was, and he hadn't grasped what was happening.

"Your brother is chasing me, so I have to use you to save myself."

As soon as Muzan finished speaking, Yoriichi caught up. Seeing Muzan holding his elder brother hostage, his expression turned grim:

"Muzan Kibutsuji!"

Seeing this, Tsugikuni Kokushibo understood what was going on but became even more confused.

He remembered that many years ago, Yoriichi had told him that during the time Yoriichi left home, he had met Muzan, who had saved him from a Half-Demon, and they had lived together for five years.

He had also told him that the Demon King was not as he imagined.

But what was the current situation?

"Yoriichi, didn't you say Muzan was your savior? What's going on now?"

Muzan was also taken aback when he heard Kokushibo's words. Yoriichi had told Kokushibo about this?

Yoriichi merely looked confused. Had he said that?

And how could the Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji, be his savior?

"He's lost his memory and is trying to kill me!"

Muzan immediately understood the situation. Tsugikuni Kokushibo was his lifeline!

But fearing that Yoriichi would rush over and attack him, he didn't dare to release the claw he held at Kokushibo's neck.

Held hostage, Tsugikuni Kokushibo understood the situation, though he wasn't sure if it was true. He looked at Yoriichi doubtfully, waiting for him to speak.

Yoriichi was just confused. He frowned and confirmed with his elder brother, "Did I really tell you that?"

Seeing Yoriichi's confusion, he even lowered his sword and showed no intention of continuing the fight. Muzan breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully released Kokushibo from his grip and said:

"See! I told you he lost his memory!"

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