After traveling through Demon Slayer, is it possible to survive?

"...Return? Return it to me? Is this...Mr. Fan Gong an object...an object?"

This doubt was raised by the person who was listening to the conversation between Tsugumi Yoriichi and Muzan using breathing techniques from a distance.

Inosuke: "Sanhachiro... you're paying attention to something really special..."

Zenitsu: "...Why do I feel a special taste in my mouth..."

At this moment, Muzan began to fall into a moment of fear and confusion. When his spiritual core space was controlled, he could observe the situation outside for part of the time.

At that time, I happened to see the human who took over my body encounter the man in front of me. I didn't see their fight, but I saw that the man defeated him in just a moment.

But at that time, Muzan thought that it was the human who took over his body who was incompetent. How could the most perfect creature in the world fail?

Now, Muzan understood that in front of the favorite of the gods, perfection... was like inferior quality.

At this moment, a pain that far exceeded the pain felt by Jigokuen's sword skill instantly reached Muzan's mind. The limbs and arms that were trying to recover suddenly stopped growing, and Muzan's expression distorted.

“…Stop! Ahem…Stop right there—!!”

"?" Facing Muzan's sudden abnormality, Tsugaru Yoshiichi frowned slightly, wondering if Muzan was acting. After all, the sun was about to rise.

At this moment, Tsugumi Yuichiro seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to the east, looking at the light source that was about to rise, ["Wait... the sun!"]

Realizing that time is running out, Yoriichi Tsugikoku wants to move Muzan to a place where the sun can't reach, in an attempt to restore "me".

But when he turned around, he found that Muzan had stood up, and the flames that were supposed to prevent his body from recovering had gone out. His body was covered in red light, and wherever the red light went, the flames were extinguished, and the broken limbs were instantly restored.

But the strange thing is that even though his body has recovered, Wuzan's painful expression has not disappeared. He pressed his head with both hands, as if he wanted to press it to get rid of the pain.

“…Don’t…Stop——!!…Ugh…You’re really good at playing with me, you bastard!!”

This time, Muzan's tone changed after he said stop. The familiar tone instantly stopped Tsugaru Yoshiichi who was about to do another Ten San type move.

"...Are you...okay?" asked Jiguo Yuanyi tentatively.

Me: “…Ahem…not yet, just…for now…”

Before I could finish, my head started to hurt again, and when it recovered, I was no longer "me"

Muzan: "This is my body! Get out of here...get out!!"

[Author: "When writing this, I originally wanted to write more dialogues, but I'll give up on that."]

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi looked at me and Muzan fighting for the use of his body, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He couldn't fight, kill, or chop, not to mention that the sun was about to come out.

A feeling of anxiety slowly surged into Yuichiro Tsugikuni's heart, but it was this anxiety that reminded him of something.

At this moment, Muzan regained the right to use his body, and Tsugakuni Yoshiichi's thoughts became firm. He slowly put away his Nichirin Sword and raised his hand towards Muzan.

At this time, he was still feeling proud because Muzan was about to completely gain control of his body and was about to transform into a complete demon.

"...wait a little longer...no, thirty seconds...just thirty seconds...hmm?!"

Muzan, who was still concentrating on transforming into a demon, was grabbed by the face by Yoriichi Tsugikoku, who pressed him to the ground with a thud and pressed his knee against his abdomen, making him unable to move.

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi looked at Muzan indifferently, grabbed his hand on Muzan's face and gently pressed it, pinching his mouth into a pouty shape. His other hand... uh... hesitated for a moment in mid-air before unbuttoning his suit jacket and reaching in to explore.

"Hmm?! You...Gu.Hmm.Hmm.Hmm!!" Muzan couldn't speak clearly because his mouth was pinched, but judging from his expression,...he must have been scolded quite severely.

But what's the point of being angry? Only the body and head cannot move, but what's the point of being able to move the limbs? Do you dare to move?

Tsugumi Yuichiro's hand was gently groping inside. Although there was still clothing covering it, it was very thin, almost as if there was nothing.

If the full score for the touch feeling when touching the skin is 10.

Then the texture of the skin when the clothes touch it is nine points.

That one point is not touching the skin.

Ji Guoyuan had no expression on his face, and he wasn't even sweating. If you looked closely, you could see that his ears were red and his heart was beating wildly.

far away.

"Hmm... Is this some kind of suppression method? But it looks very strange!" Rengoku Kyojuro expressed his opinion while using his breathing to stop the bleeding from all seven orifices.

Inosuke: "This posture... is it the posture of a wild animal pouncing on its prey to eat? Hehehe——!"

Tanjiro: “…”

Zenitsu: “…”

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At this moment, Ji Guoyuan touched an object that looked like a small medicine bottle. His expression suddenly changed and he immediately grabbed it and took it out.

There was a small bottle filled with white powder. Jigoku Yoshiichi used his index finger to break the glass on the top, put it close to his nose and smelled it. After confirming that this was what he was looking for, he immediately stuffed it into Muzan's mouth.

"Ah... Ah——!?" Muzan was frightened by this sudden movement, and his premonition told him that the thing was very disadvantageous to him, so he began to struggle with his limbs.

However, struggling was of no use. He slowly began to swallow the powder and his eyes started to blur, but then became firm.

Click——!

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking, and the bottle was bitten to pieces. Under the shocked gaze of Yoshikazu Tsugakuin, Muzan turned his head to the side with force, and the sound of bones breaking was faintly heard.

But Muzan didn't care about all this. He spat out the broken glass and residual medicine powder from his mouth, as well as the blood from his mouth that was pierced by the glass.

But what's the use? The powder has been swallowed, and spitting it out is useless. His eyes are still blurry.

When his vision was about to become blurred, Muzan looked at Tsugakure Yoriichi with the remaining sight he could see clearly. He knew that he could no longer obtain his own body, because after opening his mouth for a moment, he spoke in a sarcastic but confusing tone. His voice was not loud, but Tsugakure Yoriichi could hear it.

"Even if he gets a body, but he doesn't dare to accept his own memories, and gives up his own nature, he is still nothing!

But if he becomes the real him,... then I can't compare to him at all..."

The moment the words fell, Muzan's consciousness completely disappeared, and "I" did not appear either. His body stopped moving like a kite with a broken string and he fell into a coma, leaving behind Yoriichi Tsugakuni with a confused look on his face.

.........

To be continued…

[Author: "Don't think it's over when you see this. There's a special episode."]

In the spiritual core.

Muzan returned to his spiritual core, and was very weak, and his entire body began to become transparent.

With a strong desire to survive, he madly crashed into the wall that was like an air wall, and behind him stood a human figure made of black mist.

"You shouldn't say that..." There was no emotion in the shadow's tone. He spoke these words without any emotion, just like a machine.

Hearing this, Wuzan stopped what he was doing, but did not dare to turn around and look at the black shadow.

The black shadow slowly walked towards him. The strange thing was that with every step the black shadow took, the black mist on his head gradually faded, and finally his true appearance was revealed when he came behind Muzan.

Very similar, very similar, his face, his facial features, all very much like "me", but his pupils are black and very empty, as if he has lost all emotions, like a puppet.

The black shadow raised his hand and said, "Goodbye, Demon King... Muzan Kibutsuji."

The hand fell and passed through Muzan's conscious body, which was shattered like smoke. Muzan showed an expression of fear, but he finally froze in this expression and slowly dissipated.