He raised his head slightly, listening to the Kasugai Crow's stirring report, and a faint smile appeared on his stern face.
That kid Zenitsu had finally cleared the hurdle in his heart. An heir to Thunder Breathing ought to have that kind of commanding power to tear through all darkness. Rokuya was extremely pleased with Zenitsu's strength.
This meant his earlier guidance and encouragement had not been wasted. These young swordsmen were already capable of holding their own on this brutal battlefield.
Rokuya took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. The most important thing now was to find Muzan Kibutsuji and put an end to all of this. He slowly closed his eyes, pushing his perception to its limit.
Arcana power flowed silently through his meridians, and his mind seemed to become countless invisible nets, spreading in every direction.
But the space within Infinity Castle was too bizarre. Countless overlapping and disordered orientations filled this place. Nakime's ability had fragmented the entire space, perfectly concealing Muzan's presence beneath layer upon layer of labyrinth.
Rokuya searched for a long time, but aside from sensing the chaotic scattering of lesser demons around him, he could find no trace of Muzan.
Since I can't find their commander, I'll clear out those irritating vanguards first. Rokuya decisively changed his strategy. Settling for the next best thing, he began searching his perceptual net for unusually powerful presences. Soon, an intensely cold presence caught his attention.
He knew this presence all too well. On that night at the Eternal Paradise Cult several years ago, this very presence had nearly taken Kanae's life.
Doma.
Rokuya's eyes snapped open, a glint of icy killing intent flashing in their depths. It was time to settle grievances both old and new. His figure flickered, becoming a silver-blue afterimage as