"Do you see these two? Especially this silver-haired swordsman!" Muzan pointed at Rokuya's image and said through gritted teeth, "His name is Takanashi Rokuno! His power is extremely bizarre, and that blade possesses unimaginable destructive power. Whatever methods you use, assassination or a coordinated assault, even if it costs every last one of you your lives, bring me his head!"
"Akaza! Doma! Hantengu! Gyokko! Gyutaro!" Muzan called their names one by one, madness showing in his eyes. "I want all of you mobilized! The moment you find any trace of them, notify one another immediately. Under no circumstances are you to confront that Rokuya head-on alone! Do you understand?!"
The Upper Ranks looked at Rokuya's image in midair, their expressions varied.
Akaza stared at Rokuya's imposing figure, a fierce fighting spirit igniting in his eyes. He longed to fight the strong, and this swordsman, who could humiliate Doma and make Lord Muzan so wary, was undoubtedly a fighter of the highest caliber! Fighting him to the death would surely be exhilarating!
Gyokko and Hantengu, meanwhile, shrank back, calculating how they could complete the mission without facing this monster directly.
"As you command, Lord Muzan!" all the Upper Ranks answered in unison.
Yet an uneasiness Muzan could not dispel still lingered in his heart. That Rokuya was growing far too quickly, and he had those damned Hashira beside him. If the Upper Ranks went to surround and kill him, only to fail and be killed instead...
"No... this still isn't safe enough..."
Muzan murmured under his breath. He glanced at the Upper Ranks kneeling below, a vicious gleam flashing through his eyes.
To eliminate the threat completely, he had to make these Upper Ranks stronger! Even if it consumed a vast amount of his own essential power!
"All of you, raise