late at night.
TRAIN STATION.
Dim lights shone in the waiting room, dispelling the darkness of the night.
At this moment Teiichi sat quietly on a wooden stool, leaning back in his chair, head bowed, eyes slightly closed, quietly resting.
Because it's a small city, and it wasn't a holiday or festival, plus it was late at night, there were fewer than ten people in the train station Teiichi Yi.
Many people closed their eyes and took a nap while waiting for the bus.
Of course, there were also those who were afraid of oversleeping and missing the train, so they sat in their seats and forced themselves to stay awake.
However, some of these people nodded their heads little by little, then suddenly raised them again after a moment, looked around, and then forced themselves to sit there again.
A quiet atmosphere enveloped the waiting room.
Time flows by, little by little.
Suddenly, the long, mournful sound of a train whistle rang out inside the train station.
Everyone, whether they were asleep or not, woke up, glanced instinctively at the train arriving at the station, and then looked towards the clock.
Those who hadn't arrived yet resumed their previous postures; while those who had arrived stood up and walked towards the platform.
Teiichi also slightly opened his eyes, stood up, and followed the crowd.
His train journey will take ten hours, and he is expected to arrive at his destination around noon tomorrow.
To be honest, if Teiichi were willing to run on foot, he couldn't even run Teiichi fast as the train.
But who wants to make things difficult for themselves?
Although trains aren't comfortable these days, it's still better than running there yourself.
The train station in this small city isn't very big; you can walk right out of the waiting room and onto the platform.
When Teiichi at the platform, the train hadn't stopped yet.
He glanced up at the arrangement of the carriages, then walked towards the front of the train.
He bought a first-class ticket, which is better inside, with soft seats and more legroom, making it more comfortable.
There are second-class and third-class carriages after that, but they are definitely not as comfortable as the first-class carriages.
Nevertheless, due to price considerations, far fewer people would choose to travel in first class compared to those in second or third class.
The train slowly came to a stop, and the people getting off at the station added a touch of life to the late-night train station.
Teiichi didn't look at them for long and continued walking towards his own carriage without changing his pace.
After brushing past four or five figures in succession, Teiichi slightly paused in his steps.
He turned around and looked at the figure that had just brushed past him.
The figure seemed to sense that he was being watched, and he turned slightly to look over.
The next moment.
His eyes, as deep as night, met those scarlet vertical pupils.
This is a gaze from fate...
Teiichi's lips parted slightly as he stared blankly at the five brains and seven hearts circulating within the other's body, momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.
So, it's really possible to run into Muzan while walking down the street?
The next moment, Teiichi quickly regained his senses, taking advantage of Muzan's moment when he saw that he was also somewhat dazed and incredulous.
With Teiichi movement, he bent down, took a step, and vanished from his spot in an instant.
Then...
Clang!
Muzan gripped the Nichirin Blade that had pierced his neck tightly with both hands.
The immense force caused his body to fall uncontrollably to one side. Had he not extended one foot to brace himself at the crucial moment, he would have been pinned to the ground by the Nichirin Blade, which forcefully severed his head.
Nevertheless, crimson blood continued to flow down Muzan's neck wound and from his hand holding the Nichirin Blade.
However, Muzan paid no attention to any of this. His gaze was fixed on Teiichi, and he roared angrily:
" Kato Teiichi!!!"
The piercing screams echoed through the train station late at night, drawing the attention of others.
Then...
"Ah!!! Murder!!!"
People on the platform screamed and ran away when they saw this.
Their screams also woke up those who were sleeping on the train.
People in neighboring carriages were terrified when they saw this, unsure whether to stay on the train or get off and run away.
However, the two key figures in the moon sky did not change their minds despite the screams of the surrounding crowd.
The two remained in the same slightly tense position.
As their eyes met, a fierce rage burned within their crimson pupils.
"How did you get here?" Muzan stared Teiichi, his voice low and hoarse, filled with barely suppressed rage, like a broken bellows.
"Very well, I also want to know why I'm here, no, why you're here..." Teiichi to himself, but a slight smile appeared on his lips as he asked in return:
You're here? Tell me, why am I here?
Upon hearing this, Muzan's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind reeling as if a raging storm had been brewing within him.
My identity has been exposed? Where and how? Has the Demon Slayer Corps figured out how to find me?
Several thoughts Flash through Muzan's mind. Without time to think too much, feeling the blade he wanted to draw in his hand, Muzan quickly began to transform his body into a demon.
Under Teiichi's gaze, Muzan's originally jet-black medium-length hair seemed to be instantly eroded by ice and snow, turning into a snow-white color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The exposed skin, too, seemed to be rapidly submerged by a tide of blood, forming eerie and unique patterns.
Immediately afterwards, several whips formed from flesh and blood grew rapidly behind Muzan and emerged from his body.
The blood whip swayed slightly in the air, as if in defiance or a test, before it lashed out at Ding Yi like Teiichi arrow released from a bow.
Teiichi, Dingyi frowned slightly and tried to pull out his Nichirin Blade a few more times, but Muzan held on tightly, preventing Teiichi.
Teiichi Muzan, then swiftly raised his left leg, sending a sharp whistling sound as it kicked straight at Muzan's face like a cannonball.
A loud "bang" was heard, like a thunderclap exploding in one's ears.
Muzan's face was suddenly struck hard, and his hands instinctively loosened their grip slightly.
Dingyi drew his Nichirin Blade in Teiichi swift motion, then quickly retreated several steps, raising the Nichirin Blade slightly to meet the blood whip that was about to strike him.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...
The clanging of metal echoed continuously on the platform.
The blade flashed continuously before Teiichi, each flash precisely meeting a blood whip.