Several days earlier, in Asakusa, Kyoto, Haruto had asked Tamayo a question.
"Does Muzan Kibutsuji have any weaknesses?"
Five hundred years ago, Muzan had turned Tamayo into a demon. For more than a century afterward, he had forced her to stay by his side and handle his affairs.
In modern terms, Tamayo had spent over a hundred years as Muzan's personal secretary.
So when it came to understanding Muzan Kibutsuji, Tamayo knew even more than the Ubuyashiki Family, who had spent years tracking him.
At that name, Tamayo's hands paused. "Weaknesses?
He tirelessly pursues eternal life in this world, so naturally, what he fears most is death.
Going without human blood, sunlight, wisteria poison-those are all weaknesses of his."
Haruto frowned slightly, clearly unsatisfied with the answer.
"I know what you mean. There was once someone even Muzan Kibutsuji feared."
As though recalling a deeply satisfying sight, Tamayo's lips curled into a vicious smile.
"That swordsman's name was Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He was the strongest swordsman I have ever seen.
When we first met, I was still serving Muzan Kibutsuji. Under his oppression, I drifted through my days in a haze, killing and eating many people.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni stopped Muzan and me in a bamboo grove... though perhaps he never even noticed me."
Tamayo tilted her head back, a sheen of moisture gathering in her beautiful purple eyes.
But those were not tears of sorrow. She lightly clenched her teeth and spoke, holding back her hatred.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni cut Muzan in half with a single stroke. The wounds left by his fiery red blade rendered Muzan's regeneration useless.
It was the first time I had ever seen terror in his eyes. Hahahaha! Muzan Kibutsuji-he probably never imagined he would end up like a pig on a butcher's block!
But Muzan was