To tell his father how things were going, he returned to his hometown.
Though he was so eager to get back that he returned to the dojo before dark, he was still a step too late.
Once again, he came home to devastating news.
Whenever the people I cherish most are in danger, I'm never there beside them...
He ran into the house and saw Master Keizo and Koyuki lying on the floor beneath white sheets, their clothes still stained with blood.
Leaving in silence, he stormed into the neighboring swordsmanship dojo barehanded and slaughtered all sixty-seven disciples single-handedly. Severed limbs and entrails littered the scene; even the ceiling and walls were plastered with the victims' jaws, skulls, and eyeballs...
In the end, the only person left in the dojo was a maid who had been driven mad with terror...
Covered in blood, he left the swordsmanship dojo and walked down the road like a living corpse, not knowing where to go. At the time, he hadn't even thought about that question.
But Muzan, who came after hearing what had happened, decided his destination for him...
Even after becoming a demon and losing my memories, I kept pursuing strength.
Even though there was nothing left I wanted to protect...
Even though I didn't want to keep living in a world without my family...
I still kept repeating the same meaningless slaughter for hundreds of years...
How miserable... how ridiculous... and how utterly pointless...
His memories of the past had returned in full. He now understood why he had yearned for strength and why he had hated the weak. Everything had become meaningless.
But now... even if I die, I can no longer go where those three are...
The figures of his father, Master Keizo, and Koyuki surfaced in his