"Who gave you permission to mention that name?!" Muzan roared hysterically. His tentacles lashed out like a furious storm, tearing apart the little flesh Doma had just regenerated. "You emotionless monster, do you think you're funny?! Are you using that man's name to test my limits?!"
"No... absolutely not..." Doma tried to explain as he endured the pain of being cut to pieces.
"Shut up!" Fury burned in Muzan's heart, and he vented all his fear of Rokuya on Doma. Only after tormenting Doma for a full ten minutes, until his breathing had grown extremely faint and even his regeneration had slowed, did Muzan snort coldly and withdraw his tentacles.
Doma slid from the pillar to the floor like a puddle of sludge, laboriously wriggling his chunks of flesh to regenerate. Even after being tortured like this, he still felt neither "fear" nor "anger," only some confusion.
After punishing Doma, Muzan seemed to calm down a little. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked toward the figure at the highest point, who had remained silent throughout.
"Kokushibo."
At the mention of his name, Kokushibo slowly rose. With a flicker, he appeared like a ghost on the platform below Muzan, kneeling on one knee and bowing his head deeply, all six eyes filled with reverence.
"At your service... Lord Muzan..." Kokushibo's voice was low and hoarse, like two rough stones grinding together, carrying a samurai's characteristic formality.
Muzan stared at Kokushibo, a complicated light flickering in his eyes: reliance, suspicion, and, above all, an undisguised demand for answers.
"Kokushibo, as Upper Rank One, you have been with me the longest. Tell me, hundreds of years ago, I ordered you to kill every swordsman who knew how to use Sun Breathing, along with everyone connected to them, at any