Ever since Muzan had sent out the two Upper Ranks, he had stopped paying attention to the Demon Slayer Corps' training. All he cared about now was his recruitment plan and when Nameless Hunter would be dragged back.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he waited impatiently. He had sent Doma and Akaza, a pairing that looked bound to implode no matter how you looked at it, yet after all this time, neither had so much as farted. They hadn't fought each other or reported any results. If their blood connection hadn't still been intact, Muzan would have suspected they'd run into the Sapphire Star and been sliced into sashimi.
Not a single scrap of news had come back for days. Muzan could sense that those two idiots were still circling some remote mountain wilderness. Their inefficiency was outrageous.
Even more worrying was his mass demon recruitment plan. Across all of Japan, he could sense only a dozen or so newly transformed lesser demons, scattered here and there. Their auras were pitifully weak, and they were all hiding in godforsaken backwaters, incapable of stirring up even the tiniest commotion. They had probably grabbed a few homeless people just to meet their quotas. Even so, quite a few of the Demon Slayer Corps' Kasugai Crows had already noticed something wrong and begun patrolling different regions. Fortunately, the disturbances were minor, and Muzan's plan remained undiscovered for now.
"Fucking useless! Every last one of them!" Muzan rolled irritably around on his Silk Bed, then contacted Akaza mentally through their blood connection.
"Akaza! Have you found Nameless Hunter yet? How many days has it been? Can't you at least tell me whether you're dead or alive?"
Akaza, who was cooling off in a dilapidated temple, jumped in fright and immediately replied, "My lord,