Reclusion?

Inside the extradimensional Infinity Castle, the Upper Moon demons Doma, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki, and Gyutaro, along with the six new Lower Rank Demon members, were all kneeling in unison at the feet of their master, Kibutsuji Muzan.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that the Twelve Kizuki had gathered in such complete attendance for a meeting.

"Kokushibo!! Akaza!!"

"Those two treacherous dogs!!"

At this moment, Kibutsuji Muzan, dressed in a sharp, dapper suit, was absolutely livid.

His blood-red eyes were brimming with profound killing intent!

Muzan truly never expected that a mission he had been completely certain of would end up in such a state.

He had thought he had already overestimated this human swordsman!

But who could have known that the strength of this human swordsman would be so terrifying!!

He had even decapitated Kokushibo!

Although Kokushibo did not die... the moment he was beheaded, Muzan had seen the scene through Kokushibo's eyes.

And this human swordsman—if you had this kind of strength, couldn't you have shown it sooner?

At worst, I, Kibutsuji Muzan, would have just gone into hiding for another hundred years!

Was it necessary to make things turn out like this?

The emergence of a new Demon King was not a good thing for either Muzan or the Demon Slayer Corps!

Only Kokushibo had come out ahead...

In truth, what best served Muzan's interests was for the human and the demon—both of whom now posed a threat to him—to perish together!

While Kokushibo had helped him eliminate a human swordsman who was fast approaching the shadow of Yoriichi, the bad news was that Kokushibo had been decapitated yet survived, breaking through his own limits and shaking off his control!

And now, he completely ignored him!

Had his wings grown stiff enough to start his own faction?

This, too, was something Muzan could not tolerate!

It was just that Muzan really had no way to deal with Kokushibo...

Both possessed the body of a Demon King; unless they fought to the death until dawn and let the sun burn them both, neither could kill the other.

Kibutsuji Muzan looked down at his useless subordinates with a gloomy face, struggling to control his violent killing intent...

He couldn't kill any more of them. Although these guys were incompetent, the situation outside was different now!

With Kokushibo, that traitor, gradually growing in power, if he continued to slaughter the Lower Rank Demon members at every whim as he had in the past, he would be destroying his own foundation.

However, even though Muzan was currently focused solely on finding the Blue Spider Lily to break through his limits once more, if he didn't teach the "traitors" a lesson, there was no guarantee the remaining subordinates wouldn't all run away!

To avoid hindering his efficiency in searching for the Blue Spider Lily, Muzan looked down at Upper Moon Two, Doma, who was currently distracted, and the anger in his heart flared up once again!

Yet, he really had no way to deal with this psychopathic lunatic!

Moreover, at this moment, the only one he could rely on was Doma!

The other Upper Moon demons of the Twelve Kizuki would just be serving themselves up on a platter if they went up against the traitor Akaza.

Suppressing the rage in his heart, Muzan issued his command:

"Doma!"

"I want you to find Akaza and bring his head to me!"

"And don't let Kokushibo discover you..."

"Doma! Did you hear me?"

Seeing that Doma had not responded to Lord Muzan for a long time, Gyokko, who was kneeling beside him, had no choice but to muster his courage, extend a short, stubby finger, and poke Doma on the shoulder.

Doma finally snapped out of his trance and looked at Muzan with an exceptionally brilliant smile.

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"I understand, Lord Muzan."

Muzan glanced coldly at Doma; the smile on this guy's face was truly enough to make even a demon feel sick.

Following the resonant twang of a biwa, the Infinity Castle, an interdimensional space, fell back into silence.

Inside the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

Having fully recovered from his external injuries, Kujo Tachibana was finally able to be "discharged" today!

After bidding farewell to Tamayo in the room, Kujo Tachibana excitedly followed a member of the Kakushi toward the exit of Tamayo's small courtyard.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya had arranged a residence for him within the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

He was now considered a retired cadre within the organization; although he could no longer take action, he was at least a meritorious veteran.

Kujo Tachibana had already made up his mind that for the few years he had left, he would learn from Liu Bei.

Keep the music playing, keep the dancing going...

Just enjoy life to the fullest.

However, having not stepped out of the courtyard for a long time, Kujo Tachibana noticed that the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters seemed to have undergone some unusual changes.

And these changes did not seem to be for the better.

There were too many wounded in the headquarters; even from hundreds of meters away, Kujo Tachibana could already hear the wails of injured swordsmen...

No wonder he had felt that Tamayo had been exceptionally busy lately.

So, were there really that many injured swordsmen?

But why would it be like this?

Could it be that Muzan had dispatched Upper Moon demons to retaliate against the Demon Slayer Corps?

Yet, sensing the low morale among the wounded, Kujo Tachibana vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the Demon Slayer Corps at this moment!

Looking at the Kakushi in front of him, Kujo Tachibana couldn't help but ask:

"Hirosuke, have there been any sightings of Upper Moon demons lately?"

"Why are there so many more wounded in the corps than usual?"

Upon hearing this, Maekawa Hirosuke immediately began to stammer in his explanation:

"Uh... maybe so."

"Rumble Hashira, you know, I'm not a swordsman."

"I haven't been out on missions lately, so I don't really know the specifics."

"Oh, I see." After saying this, Kujo Tachibana didn't ask any further.

It wasn't until he saw an exquisite courtyard ahead that Maekawa Hirosuke breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and enthusiastically introduced it to Kujo Tachibana:

"Look, Rumble Hashira, this is your new residence!"

"How is it! Beautiful, right?"

Looking at the quiet and peaceful courtyard before him, Kujo Tachibana nodded.

He was very satisfied with this place.

Especially the tall ginkgo tree planted in the middle of the courtyard, which looked very similar to the Kujo Clan ancestral home where he had lived for over a decade after arriving in this world.

However, thinking that he would spend the rest of his life here in the coming years, Kujo Tachibana couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental.

The furniture and daily necessities in the courtyard were all fully prepared.

As Maekawa Hirosuke was about to leave, he looked at Kujo Tachibana and said:

"Rumble Hashira."

"Are you sure you don't need anyone to take care of you?"

Kujo Tachibana joked:

"Really, no need. I'm used to living alone."

"Besides, I am a Hashira! Do I need someone to take care of me?"

Maekawa Hirosuke was taken aback, then nodded.

"The food you need for your daily life will be delivered to you every three days."

"If you have any special requests, you can let us know via your Kasugai Crow at any time."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work."

After seeing him off, Kujo Tachibana moved a chair out of the house, looked up at the ginkgo tree in the courtyard, and spent the entire day in a daze.