Muzan's Bloodthirsty Feast

Hakuji ignored the pharmacy owner's muttering. Right now, he only wanted to buy the medicine quickly, go back, and change clothes.

The pharmacy owner skillfully prepared Hakuji's medicine, but his gaze kept drifting over the bloodstained clothes Hakuji wore.

Hakuji noticed the pharmacy owner's gaze. They were not familiar with each other, and he did not know what the man might do upon seeing the blood on him, so Hakuji could not help feeling somewhat nervous.

"Hehe, kid, don't worry. I won't do anything. I happen to have a few sets of unused clothes here, so I'll give you one. Wearing clothes covered in blood must cause you quite a bit of trouble, right?"

Without waiting for Hakuji to reply, the pharmacy owner took a set of gray clothes from the room and handed them to him. "Go change into these inside."

Hakuji stared at the pharmacy owner's smiling face in surprise, then nodded gratefully. "Thank you for the trouble. I'll be done changing soon."

Before long, Hakuji, now dressed in clean clothes, bade the pharmacy owner farewell with a smile. He had never expected to be targeted by the Swordsmanship Dojo for two consecutive days.

At the same time, he had gained some understanding of the cruel treatment suffered by disciples who had previously joined the Soryu Dojo. If he had not possessed a little skill, the people from the Swordsmanship Dojo might have silently disposed of him by now.

Hakuji looked at his well-defined arms. If Rota had not granted him an opportunity last night, he might already have been a corpse.

The Swordsmanship Hall Master had lost entirely because of carelessness and insufficient information. If he had been on guard, Hakuji likely would not have killed him so easily.

Life only came once. The Swordsmanship Hall Master's