Even the mudslide on the ground gradually calmed without the support of ninjutsu.
Shanye Song lowered his head, no longer displaying his earlier arrogance. Kindly, he pulled Pakura over from the side and assumed a protective stance.
"My lord."
Shanye Song's drastic change from his former arrogance surprised them all. The Seven Ninja Swordsmen watched the figure slowly emerge from the mist.
"You pretentious fraud."
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Jūzō Biwa drew the Executioner's Blade and fixed his gaze on Muzan as he stepped out of the fog.
Pakura, lying on the ground, also saw Muzan approaching and could not help muttering:
"Those eyes..."
Judging from his eyes and hair, Pakura suddenly felt an inexplicable familiarity. Could he be that child's guardian?
Combined with what Shanye Song had said earlier, the man had likely set his sights on her back in the Land of Wind. Yet she had never expected that a child would bring about such a huge upheaval.
"Are you that child's guardian?"
She asked instinctively, but received no answer. Instead, Muzan's next words left her petrified.
"No. Thank you for taking care of him along the way."
Muzan lowered his head slightly, looking down at the grievously injured Pakura before adding:
"As repayment, I will give you a new life."
He slowly crouched down. A mouth opened in his palm, its sharp teeth biting through the surface flesh as it sent blood toward her heart.
Shanye Song watched from the side with a face full of envy. Their strength was directly proportional to the amount of Muzan's blood they received and the degree to which they developed it.
As long as he could obtain more blood, Shanye Song's strength could rise rapidly and reach a new level.
"Ah!"
An icy force invaded her organs and