That Move Is Called the Golden Light Spell

Fortunately, the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was not especially large, and Miyamoto Ichiro did not spend long before finding Rota, who was admiring the Wisteria Flowers.

"Master, you were here. I thought you'd gotten lost! I'm really sorry about earlier. I got so absorbed in the conversation that I left you standing aside."

Rota smiled calmly. He did not care about such things. He had only chosen to wander around on his own because he had sensed that Miyamoto Ichiro might be talking for quite a while.

"By the way, Master, I mentioned your suggestion to Lord Ubuyashiki earlier. He thinks highly of it and plans to begin making preparations."

Rota nodded lightly. Even if Rota had not brought it up, the Demon Slayer Corps would eventually have trained Kasugai Crows. He had merely moved up the time of their appearance.

Since they were chatting anyway, Rota was also curious about how much information the Demon Slayer Corps had on Demon King Muzan. If possible, he truly wanted to exchange a few moves with him personally. Otherwise, once Tsugikuni Yoriichi made his move, Muzan would truly become the Scrap Boss!

By then, finding Muzan for a fight would be harder than reaching the heavens. After all, Muzan was the founding ancestor of scheming cowards. He was a professional.

"Disciple, do you currently have any intelligence on Demon King Muzan?" Rota asked Miyamoto Ichiro with complete composure, as though he did not care about the other man's identity at all.

Miyamoto Ichiro was no fool. Hearing that, he swallowed and looked at Rota's calm expression before asking hesitantly, "Master, you don't mean to fight Demon King Muzan, do you?"

"Oh, you actually figured it out. Looks like you're understanding your master better and better." Rota replied with a chuckle.

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