Kokushibo = Good Brother

Muzan cut a wound in himself, and blood flowed down his arm into the small bottle Tamayo had produced.

Once the bottle was full, Tamayo took it and left with satisfaction.

Muzan ran into the town under the sun to buy food.

He, Muzan, could live without eating people!

After consuming the Blue Spider Lily, Muzan's "illness" was positively treated. He no longer had to eat people and could digest other foods.

However, as he was still a demon, the principle of "eating people to increase strength" remained unchanged.

It didn't matter, as long as he could eat normal food!

The sun, after so long!

The town where Muzan was located wasn't very prosperous, and the population wasn't large, but many small shops opened in the morning.

Under the rising sun, people began their busy day.

There were already quite a few people on the street.

Muzan, smelling the aroma of food wafting from the street, finally felt no nausea and eagerly ran off to have breakfast.

That day, Muzan tried sushi, sashimi, ramen, and more. Thanks to his powerful digestive system, he ate all morning and felt hardly any fullness.

But his sense of satisfaction was maxed out.

After a large meal, Muzan began to buy some snacks.

To be honest, some desserts were quite delicious. Muzan ate as he bought.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Muzan returned fully loaded. Thanks to the Blood Demon Art of his Mirror Dimension, all the things Muzan bought were stored in the Mirror Dimension, where time didn't pass, making it comparable to a refrigerator – absolutely useful!

Returning to the courtyard, he noticed Tsugikuni Michikatsu waiting for him.

Seeing Tsugikuni Michikatsu, Muzan snapped out of his excitement and remembered that the matter with Yoriichi had not yet been resolved.

"How about I turn you into a demon? We can just outlive Yoriichi!"

Muzan leaned in and chuckled.

Tsugikuni Michikatsu looked at him silently, as if to say: Don't waste time.

Muzan suddenly felt bored. "Alright, alright, just kidding. But are you really in such a hurry to turn Yoriichi into a demon?"

Yoriichi was, in essence, a pawn in someone else's game. How could a person live with false memories?

Furthermore, even if he became a demon now, he wouldn't fear the sun and could have an infinite lifespan. If it weren't for the worry of only being able to survive by eating people in the future, Tsugikuni Michikatsu would have been tempted.

"Do you still have to eat people now?"

Muzan didn't know what Tsugikuni Michikatsu's abrupt question was getting at, but he answered anyway: "Not exactly. I can eat normal food now. Although I can eat people, there's no need to."

"Then quickly turn Yoriichi into a demon."

Tsugikuni Michikatsu urged.

Muzan: "..."

You're really a good brother!

Muzan grabbed Tsugikuni Michikatsu and went directly to where Yoriichi lived. Yoriichi was already in the forest, chopping firewood with Tanki.

Yoriichi and Tanki were now two good brothers, chopping wood together, selling charcoal together, and dancing the dance of the Sun God together.

And Uta was pregnant now, so both fathers were happily chatting about their wives and children.

But the two good brothers didn't realize at this moment that two old schemers were already watching Yoriichi from afar.

Muzan and Tsugikuni Michikatsu hid in the forest. Through the gaps in the leaves, they could see Yoriichi chopping trees on the ground. It was such a waste; the peak of power was chopping trees?

If you find this book good, remember to add it to your bookshelf so you don't lose it next time.

Yoriichi vaguely felt a sense of being watched and couldn't help but look around. Fortunately, Muzan was hidden well enough and far enough away that he wasn't discovered.

He glanced at Tsugikuni Michikatsu beside him: "Forget it, you go on your way first. Don't get accidentally killed by Yoriichi."

Tsugikuni Michikatsu: "..."

The damage was small, but the insult was huge.

Even if I'm weak, you don't have to say it like that, right?

But he also understood that his presence here would indeed be useless, so he was sent away by Nakime.

Muzan took a deep breath. Although he was now certain that Yoriichi couldn't cause him any substantial harm, Muzan was still afraid!

The battles from before were about to become a lifelong shadow for him!

Suppressing his heart pounding with nervousness, Muzan's expression turned sharp, his nails grew silently, and several long whips shot out from his back.

He immediately went into his strongest form.

The next moment, Yoriichi suddenly felt a chill down his back and swung the axe he was halfway through chopping with towards his back.

The whip from behind Muzan swung out and blocked Yoriichi's axe. At the same time, its speed didn't decrease as several whips simultaneously stabbed towards Yoriichi.

Yoriichi wasn't holding a sword at the moment. While an axe was powerful, it still couldn't compare to a sword.

However, to be fair, Muzan still couldn't defeat Yoriichi.

He simply swung his axe forcefully, instantly severing several of Muzan's whip-like appendages.

Muzan had come with the intention of sacrificing a thousand to injure the enemy by eight hundred. Even though almost all his whip-like appendages were cut off, his speed didn't decrease at all. He finally lunged forward. Yoriichi's expression turned grim, but it was already too late to retreat.

Muzan thrust a finger into Yoriichi's head. Pain instantly surged through him. Yoriichi swung his axe with all his might, smashing half of Muzan's head.

But Muzan, having already achieved his goal, didn't care. He pulled his finger back and retreated.

Muzan's blood was injected into his body. The previous attack was his last. At this moment, he had completely lost his combat strength, his consciousness was hazy, his body was weak, and he only felt unbearable pain spreading throughout his entire body.

"Ugh—"

A familiar dizziness washed over him. Yoriichi cried out in pain, finally unable to hold on. With a thump, the axe in his hand fell to the ground, and then his entire body collapsed.

Seeing this, Muzan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only half of his head remained, looking particularly terrifying and tragic. On the ground lay his severed whip-like appendages. He could be described as utterly pathetic.

Tiny tendrils of flesh and blood extended from the edges of his head, rapidly spreading and weaving, forming flesh and blood tissues, blood vessels, bones, eyes...

In just a few seconds, his entire head was restored. Muzan then proceeded to pick up his severed whip-like appendages one by one. The retrieved appendages melted like ice cubes as they were absorbed into his hands.

"Alas, poor me..."

Muzan looked at the bloodstains splattered on the ground. It was all his blood!

There was finally some movement from Yoriichi's side. His body twitched slightly. Muzan was startled by this and first put a little distance between them.

Only after sensing his control over Yoriichi did he relax. It was done!

Yoriichi finally regained consciousness and struggled to get up from the ground. He looked at Muzan and also saw the cuts on Muzan's clothes from being struck. His expression was somewhat complicated.

His memories had returned, but he also remembered the altered memories and the fight. So, he was feeling complicated right now.

He thought about bringing Uta back. Uta had mentioned Muzan once, and he had scolded her, making him even more flustered.

Yoriichi looked at Muzan and finally said:

"I'm sorry."

Muzan relaxed. His demonically sharp fingernails returned to normal. He walked over, raised his hand, and patted Yoriichi's head, who was taller than him:

"It's alright, it's not your fault. Besides," Muzan gave a not-so-serious smile, "I'm your old dad. It's perfectly normal to forgive your son~"

Yoriichi: "..."

Though I should be moved, how much of an obsession do you have with this?