Murata sprang out of his chair, his face pale as paper, his tongue tying itself in knots as cold sweat rapidly soaked his back.
At that moment, only one thought screamed through his mind.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead! He heard me saying the Hashira weren't normal!!!
At the sight, Kirishima Bupai paused, turning his sunglasses toward Murata.
Murata felt as though he was about to stop breathing. His calves shook uncontrollably.
Yet Kirishima Bupai merely frowned slightly, his tone tinged with impatience.
But it clearly wasn't because of Murata's remark about them not being normal. "Tsk, Murata, right? What the hell was that supplementary report you gave after yesterday's meeting?"
He took two steps closer as he spoke, the invisible pressure nearly bringing Murata to his knees. "That intel about a suspected second member of the Twelve Kizuki on Mount Natagumo-you hemmed and hawed without making anything clear!"
"'Seemed to be,' 'possibly,' 'looked like'... What exactly did you see? Explain it properly! Listening to your report yesterday gave me a headache!"
He had found it strange while listening to the report yesterday. In the original story, there had only been Rui, Lower Rank Five, on the mountain. Where had a second one come from?
Was it because I killed Lower Rank Two ahead of time, so that heartless boss Muzan rushed a new Lower Rank over to fill the vacancy?
Wasn't that a little too efficient, even for a capitalist?
Kirishima Bupai's blunt questioning scared Murata out of his wits.
His social anxiety was already terminal. Facing a Hashira whose imposing presence was on full display, his lips trembled and his teeth chattered.
"I... I... I..."
He tried several times to speak, but his throat felt stuffed with cotton. Not a single word came out.
Looking at him