At that moment, Muzan Kibutsuji was absolutely certain that he had returned to that year once again.
He was looking at Yoriichi Tsugikuni standing opposite him through his own eyes.
At that thought, fear surged uncontrollably through him.
Even though only Muzan Kibutsuji's consciousness stood there, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his body trembled violently beyond his control.
Run!
It doesn't matter why I suddenly appeared here.
Whenever I encounter Yoriichi Tsugikuni, my only option is to run away as fast as possible! Hi
Even as a mere consciousness, Muzan Kibutsuji felt so suffocated that he could barely breathe.
He truly did not want what had happened back then to repeat itself.
But just then, Muzan Kibutsuji abruptly discovered that his body had begun moving against his will.
Or rather, it was not that his body was out of control, but that everything was replaying according to his memories of that year!
Realizing this, Muzan Kibutsuji immediately let out a terrified scream:
"You damned legs, stop moving! Aaaah!"
"That's Yoriichi Tsugikuni up ahead! We'll get cut down! Aaaah!"
Yet those memories were like a preset program, everything continuing to follow the predetermined scenario.
Just then, Muzan Kibutsuji suddenly noticed that "his" movements had stopped.
At the sight, Muzan Kibutsuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness! Now that I've stopped moving, I should run away before I provoke Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
But the next moment, Muzan Kibutsuji heard an utterly arrogant, deeply disdainful remark come out of "his" mouth:
"Hah, another Demon Slayer Corps swordsman?"
"I'm no longer..."
Hearing himself say those words again nearly drove Muzan Kibutsuji mad!
Back then, right after finishing that sentence, he had been hacked to pieces. He had then split into over 1,800 pieces in an attempt to escape, only to have over