Rokuya laughed and threw his arms around their shoulders. "Don't worry. You need a full stomach to have the strength to kill demons. Tonight, you two must stay right beside me. Not even half a step away. Understood?"
Kanae and Shinobu exchanged a glance, then both nodded solemnly.
Rokuya raised his head and looked into the pitch-black night sky. He sensed an extremely evil power brewing in the air.
He tightened his grip on the hilt, and blue-green Magic Radiance began to glimmer faintly along his arm.
Come on, Muzan. Bring those vermin hiding in the sewers with you and meet your final end.
The night breeze swept through the courtyard of the Ubuyashiki Estate. Leaves rustled.
[Two minutes until the final battle]
Rokuya sat on the wooden floor of the veranda. His hand remained on the hilt of the Shura Blade. Kagaya Ubuyashiki sat upright beside him. Oyakata-sama's breathing was steady.
Suddenly, the air in the courtyard grew heavy.
The chirping of insects vanished in an instant. Even the wind stopped.
Rokuya sensed pure malice. A man stepped out of the shadows in the courtyard.
He walked slowly. His footsteps rang especially clearly through the deathly silent courtyard. Tap, tap, tap.
The man wore a well-tailored black suit and a white dress hat. His attire was no different from that of an urban office worker of a later era.
He stopped in the center of the courtyard and looked up at the two men on the veranda.
"We finally meet." Muzan's voice was low and filled with haughty arrogance.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki turned his head. His completely blind eyes faced the direction of the voice.
"Rokuya." Kagaya's voice was perfectly calm. "What does Muzan Kibutsuji look like?"
Rokuya stared at the man in the courtyard.
"Oyakata-sama." Rokuya stood