Back in that Sengoku Period, there had been a swordsman even Muzan had to steer clear of.
Aside from his absurdly overwhelming strength.
What had left the deepest impression on Tamayo...
Was his humility-or rather, his peaceful state of mind, so detached it could be described as still water.
Take the battle when he had suddenly encountered Muzan, for example.
According to Yoriichi himself.
Seeing Muzan's terrifying, vicious attacks had sent a slight chill down his spine.
He had even thought that a single graze might kill him on the spot.
Yet to Tamayo, who had watched from the sidelines.
When he had dodged Muzan's attacks just moments earlier, he had looked anything but afraid.
His detached expression had made it seem as though he thought nothing of Muzan, who had run rampant through the world for five hundred years.
But that description still did not quite match the Supreme Territory Xia Xi had imagined.
After all, it sounded more like Yoriichi's personality than an ability.
Cautious and humble, just like Xia Xi himself.
Tamayo then brought up something else.
Namely, Muzan Kibutsuji's rather strange reaction after his battle with Yoriichi.
Before he had encountered Yoriichi.
The Muzan Tamayo knew had been an egomaniac, willful to his very core.
Back in the Heian Period, he had even dared to swagger openly through human cities.
Anyone who dared resist him.
Whether human samurai or armies gathered by daimyo.
Had been slaughtered to the last man.
Of the so-called Night Parades of One Hundred Demons in ancient times.
Seventy or eighty percent had involved this Demon King or his subordinates.
Even after losing to Yoriichi.
With his old temperament, he probably would have sent some demons he trusted to take revenge.
Even if he had not dared target Yoriichi directly, he would