Nearly two months passed just like that. The Demon Slayer Corps remained at peace, and everyone made thorough preparations for the next battle.
Then, on this day two months later, a dozen or so eyeball-like things flew into the range of Lin Guang's Mind's Eye.
Lin Guang slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Muzan Kibutsuji has come..."
Meanwhile, an uninvited guest arrived at Kagaya Ubuyashiki's residence.
Nearly half a year had passed, and Kagaya Ubuyashiki's condition had only worsened. Not a single part of his body was left unwrapped in bandages.
Slow footsteps sounded.
Guided by his senses, Kagaya Ubuyashiki turned his head to one side. Whether he had sensed a presence or had some special awareness of Muzan Kibutsuji was unclear.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki murmured, "You... have come... This is our first meeting, isn't it, Muzan... Kibutsuji..."
In the courtyard where Kagaya Ubuyashiki lived, the uninvited guest, Muzan Kibutsuji, stood in a suit with a black overcoat draped over his shoulders.
"What a pitiful sight, Ubuyashiki."
At this moment, the man who carried on the will of others and built upon the past for the future finally stood face-to-face with the man who severed desires and coveted eternal life...
"You... have finally... come... before... me... Muzan... Kibutsuji... The evil demon... our clan... the Demon Slayer Corps... has hunted... for a full thousand years."
Though gravely ill, Kagaya Ubuyashiki's voice remained as warm as ever.
"Amane... what does he... look like?"
Kagaya Ubuyashiki then asked his wife.
At this point, Kagaya Ubuyashiki's entire body was wrapped in gauze, and his eyes had completely succumbed to disease. Even without the gauze covering them, he was already utterly blind.
Hearing his question, his wife, Amane Ubuyashiki, studied Muzan Kibutsuji and described him. "He looks no different from a man between twenty-five and thirty