I'll Let You Choose How You Die

Nakime hesitated, trying to speak.

But Muzan Kibutsuji interrupted her.

"Don't think about those useless things!"

As the ruler, Muzan can sense the presence of demons, and at this distance, he can even know what they are thinking.

Especially someone like Nakime, who trusted Muzan completely and had no defenses at all.

Muzan could see Muzan through her thoughts.

Love? Muzan doesn't need it.

Muzan Kibutsuji wants immortality. Only weak humans would pursue so-called love; it's such a boring thing.

He, Muzan Kibutsuji, doesn't need this kind of useless emotion that would only drag him down.

Upon hearing Muzan's words, Nakime immediately cowered, cowering weakly like a quail.

She dared not disobey Muzan, and Kiyohime's previous efforts were instantly rendered futile.

In stark contrast to Kiyohime's passionate and decisive personality, Nakime was never a brave person. Kiyohime's attempts to persuade her had already failed the moment she saw Muzan.

Nakime, who has no thoughts of her own, is simply unable to express her feelings.

Hey! She likes you!

Kiyohime couldn't do anything about Nakime, so she took the initiative to help Nakime express her feelings.

This caused Nakime to bury her head even lower, with all her hair dragging on the ground.

What are you saying?

Muzan Kibutsuji finally turned his gaze to Kiyohime. The moment he spoke, he attacked, sending thorny whips wrapping around Kiyohime.

Kiyohime was not going to be captured so easily; she dodged Muzan's attacks with a few leaps.

"So you're this rough. No wonder she's so afraid of you."

Kiyohime waved her folding fan while looking at Muzan.

Kiyohime's smiling face displeased Muzan, who waved his hand and continued his attack on Kiyohime.

But Kiyohime kept avoiding him and showed no intention of confronting him directly.

Kiyohime was very clear about this: she was there to help Nakime, not to fight.

Nakime stood there dejected, too afraid to look up, Muzan and Kiyohime fought on the side, creating a bizarre scene.

Suddenly, a wall on the left was broken open, and two people, or rather two ghosts, entered from outside.

Shuten and Ibuki.

"I told you there was something wrong with this wall, but you didn't believe me, Shuten."

Ibuki puffed out her cheeks, still eating even at this moment; who knows how many snacks she secretly hid on her person.

"Wow, it looks so lively here! Can we join in?"

Shuten spoke slowly and casually, as if she were just there to join in the fun.

Ibuki didn't care; as long as she was with Shuten, she didn't care what they did.

Muzan someone else had arrived, Muzan temporarily stopped attacking Kiyohime and focused his attention on Shuten and Ibuki.

Both of them have quite distinctive features.

"Ghost?"

Muzan Kibutsuji his eyes and asked in a questioning tone.

"I am Shuten Doji. Since you are a demon, you should have heard of my name."

Shuten spoke in a soft, gentle voice, occasionally taking a sip from her sake gourd, her eyes narrowed, looking quite drunk.

However, her tone was unusually condescending, and as the leader of the demons, she had a natural arrogance when facing other demons.

"Shuten Doji?"

Muzan Kibutsuji was shocked.

Did the legendary Shuten Doji really exist?

He has never encountered any other ghosts in all these years; all the ghosts are created by him.

Therefore, he always referred to himself as the ruler of demons.

The appearance of Shuten Doji gave him a sense of unreality. So, there really are such creatures as demons in this world. Then what is he?

Is it a defective ghost?

There is no doubt that Shuten Doji would not be afraid of sunlight.

Muzan's emotions fluctuated, and his expression changed.

Why are you not afraid of the sun?

He asked the question that concerned him most, a knot in Muzan's heart that had been troubling him for a long time.

Since discovering that he was afraid of sunlight, he became increasingly irritable, and his years of searching had yielded no results.

Now that Shuten Doji was right in front of him, he naturally didn't want to miss such an opportunity.

Shuten tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "Why should I be afraid?"

Ibuki couldn't help but interject, "Shuten, those low-level brats are all afraid of sunlight. You don't care about anything all day, so of course you don't know this."

At Mount Oe, the nominal leader was Shuten, but in reality, Shuten only cared about eating and drinking, and Ibuki managed everything.

Ibuki has a greater say in this matter.

Is that so?

Shuten blinked and looked at Ibuki. "Does Ibuki know the reason?"

Ibuki tossed his head and said impatiently, "Why should I care about those brats? If you're afraid of sunlight, then don't go out. Just stay home."

Ibuki wouldn't really care about his subordinate demons; he just needed to make them obey. Why did he need to know these unnecessary things?

In their question-and-answer session, the two directly labeled Muzan Kibutsuji as a lowly brat.

Upon hearing this, Muzan Kibutsuji's forehead veins bulged.

These two are probably deliberately trying to undermine him.

How did he, Muzan Kibutsuji, the mighty ruler of demons, become the lowly brat they call him?

Given his arrogance, it was naturally difficult for him to accept such a fact.

He believed there must be other reasons, and he couldn't possibly be like those lowly brats.

He is a powerful ruler of demons.

With that thought, Muzan immediately stopped paying attention to what Shuten and Ibuki had said.

He firmly believed that he was the special one.

"Muzan!!!"

When Tanjiro Muzan Kibutsuji, his face contorted in a hoarse scream.

He and Okita Souji arrived.

Chapter 52, Section 365: I Allow You to Choose How You Die

Okita Souji ultimately defeated Kokushibo, but she and Tanjiro arrived here before the others.

Tanjiro Kamado is a very gentle person.

Even the evil spirits he eradicates, he treats with a gentle heart.

But Muzan Kibutsuji is the only exception.

Tanjiro only showed no gentleness when facing Muzan Kibutsuji; his attitude towards Muzan was filled with hatred, without a trace of tenderness.

In his eyes, Muzan Kibutsuji was a creature unworthy of existing in this world.

The moment Tanjiro saw Muzan, he drew his Nichirin Blade and charged at him without regard for his own safety.

Dance of the Fire God: Yang Hua Tu!

Approaching swiftly, a sudden, powerful thrust of the blade.

Perhaps inspired by the battle between Okita Souji and Kokushibo, Tanjiro's Yanghua Thrust was even faster than before.

This is an improved version of the move, which can be called "Dance of the Fire God: Yanghua Tu - Modified".

Muzan Kibutsuji had been focusing his attention on Shuten when Tanjiro suddenly appeared and attacked with such a rapid, sudden move.

He was caught off guard and his hasty dodge didn't completely avoid the burns, resulting in some degree of burns on his body.

Such damage was insignificant to Muzan, barely more than a tickle.

His disheveled appearance only fueled his anger.

The others still showed no signs of making a move, but Tanjiro could not stand Muzan standing in front of him.

His attacks, one after another, were fueled by hatred, like an enraged lion, where anger outweighed reason.

Muzan's strength was far beyond Tanjiro's, and he immediately launched a counterattack, his thorny vines striking Tanjiro again and again.

However, Tanjiro seemed to have completely disregarded his own life and death at this moment, and was willing to attack even if he was covered in injuries.

There was no dodging, no defense, only offense.

This made Muzan even more embarrassed, as the person in front of him was clearly just an ant-like being, yet he was repeatedly humiliated.

He became ruthless and secretly prepared a killing move, intending to kill Tanjiro in one blow.

Tanjiro didn't understand Muzan's meaning at all, and perhaps even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Now, all he sees is Muzan.

Whoosh!

Muzan finally seized the opportunity to strike. This attack came just as Tanjiro's old power was waning and his new power was yet to be generated. If Tanjiro were hit, he would surely die on the spot.

Clang!

A shield flew from afar and blocked Tanjiro's path.

Yuxian led Mash and Ryoma through the hole in the wall that Ibuki had just broken.

"Aren't you all taking this a bit too far?"

Yuxian shook his head helplessly. These people were really calm. They could hold back from helping Tanjiro in such a critical moment. He really didn't know what to say.

Perhaps in their eyes, Tanjiro is fine as long as he doesn't die.

"Long time no see, everyone."

Ryoma greeted the people present with a smile.

These individuals were all eccentric, with the only one with a kind personality Okita Souji, being his enemy during his lifetime.

In this situation, the highly emotionally intelligent Sakamoto Ryoma immediately decided to take the initiative to greet them as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.

When everyone saw Ryoma and Arlong, although they were somewhat surprised, their expressions remained calm, and they all nodded to them in greeting.

Yuxian didn't pay attention to their conversation.

He stepped forward and said sternly to Tanjiro, "If Nezuko sees you not taking care of your body, she will be very worried."

Tanjiro, blinded by anger, paused for a moment upon hearing Yuxian's words.

He calmed down, especially after hearing Nezuko's name.

Muzan in front of me, and I must kill him today no matter what. But his actions just now were too reckless. Now that he has calmed down and thought about it, he realizes that his behavior was very inappropriate.

There are reasons why so many people here haven't made a move.