Muzan looked at Niwa Kiyomitsu in confusion, rose from the steps beneath the eaves, and set down the book in his hand.
He walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Niwa Kiyomitsu jolted and whipped his head around to look at him. Muzan caught the flash of terror in his eyes.
"What happened?"
Niwa Kiyomitsu shook his head and hurriedly forced a faint smile to hide his expression. "It's nothing. I was distracted."
"If something is wrong, you can tell me."
Muzan reminded him, and Niwa Kiyomitsu quickly nodded, turning his attention back to the two people fighting.
Only then did Muzan return to his seat and continue reading.
Glancing sideways at Muzan, who was focused on his book, Niwa Kiyomitsu sighed in relief and turned his attention back to Douma with a grave expression.
Naturally, Muzan noticed his movements. What was going on?
He was confused himself.
"I lost."
Sugiura Tomoaki took a step back, sheathed his Nichirin Blade, and looked at Douma. As time passed, he had gradually come to acknowledge the two of them, and this fight had made him recognize their strength even more.
He had lost, so he admitted it openly.
Douma also sheathed his pale Nichirin Blade and, almost instinctively, smiled as he mocked him.
"Lord Sugiura, I told you already. You definitely can't compare to me~"
Sugiura Tomoaki instantly bristled again in anger.
"Don't get so full of yourself, brat!"
That evening, Niwa Kiyomitsu lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The more he thought about it, the more alike they seemed. In his mind, Xu Wu had nearly overlapped with the powerful demon he had seen that day.
Once suspicion took root, he suddenly felt that the two brothers were riddled with suspicious details from every