Demon Progenitor Development Project

Springtime in island nations is windy, making it a perfect season for kite flying.

One day, Shugo, who had taken a day off, left his elderly father, who was struggling with official duties, and took a group of children to fly kites in the outskirts of Kyoto.

The kites were all designed and made in advance by the children themselves.

Therefore, many of these kites are oddly shaped, fully utilizing the imagination of children who have not yet been assimilated.

Looking at the monster kite with its Cthulhu-esque style, Shugo's eye twitched. Whose child drew this?

She has great potential to become a skilled craftsperson.

Looking along the kite string...

Agu was laughing loudly.

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It turns out it belonged to my family. [PG]

Groups of two or three children ran freely on the grass, trying to make their kites take flight, creating a truly beautiful scene.

The new grass in spring is tender and not as prickly as when it matures.

Muzan moved his foot back and forth, crushing grass juice all over the ground, looking utterly annoyed.

He can't run, so what's the point of having him here?

Are you watching other people play?

"Achoo—" Muzan sneezed, pulled his clothes tighter, and looked even more disgusted.

It was early spring, but the temperature was still too cold for Muzan.

A water glass was shoved into his hand, and Muzan instinctively took it.

The cup opening is just the right size for a small hand to hold.

The heat rose into steam, making Wu Can's little face turn rosy.

Muzan took a sip of water, and his eyebrows immediately furrowed.

Sweet and spicy!

What is this!

It tastes weird.

Muzan stuck out his tongue, feeling the spiciness.

"What strange thing?"

"Ginger and brown sugar water. It dispels cold; you have a lot of cold in your body."

"It doesn't taste good," Muzan muttered.

Shugo coaxed him, "You won't be used to the taste at first, but you'll find it delicious once you get used to it."

The warm water flowed down my throat, down my trachea, and into my stomach, making my whole abdomen feel warm and cozy.

Muzan slowly sipped his ginger tea, his eyes following the little black dot running in the distance.

Soon, the ginger tea was gone.

Muzan tugged at Shugo's sleeve and handed him the empty water glass.

After Shugo put it away, he turned around and took out a large kite, handing the reel to Muzan.

Muzan instinctively reached out to catch it, and then was pulled by gravity, almost causing him to be thrown to the ground!

Good weight!

"This is... me?" Muzan asked hesitantly, looking at the reel that was several times larger than before.

"Of course! It's just the two of us." Shugo finished packing, picked up Muzan, and walked to a horse.

These large kites, or paper kites, are difficult to fly by one person alone and require assistance.

Several guards beside him also mounted their horses, each holding a reel in their hand.

Hiraga stepped into the stirrups and leaped onto his horse.

Muzan felt a blur before his eyes and found himself already sitting on a horse.

This horse was a good-natured horse; when it saw the child sit on it, it simply snorted loudly.

Muzan was stunned by the sudden change.

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Shugo looked down, rubbed the little black cat's ears, and laughed loudly.

"Hurry up, or we won't be able to fly such a big kite."

Before a reply could be given, the whip was raised, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Other horses began to follow.

Muzan could only grip the reel tightly, the whistling wind filling his ears.

Horses are like ancient chariots; the feeling of speeding and making your heart race is the same.

As the still chilly spring breeze caressed his face, Shugo grew increasingly excited and couldn't help but smile.

This excitement made me unable to resist speeding up.

With this acceleration, the giant cat kite gradually began to take off.

Wow! What's that?!

"Look, in the sky!"

A group of children flying kites instinctively stopped in their tracks, looked up, and shouted loudly at the giant kite that was many times larger than them.

The giant kite is a large, arrogant-looking black cat, its sidelong glance at people exuding arrogance.

This is much more fun than their little kites!

Then look back at their tiny kites.

Compared to this, isn't this a complete defeat?

The children whose kites had stopped flying simply abandoned their small kites and ran after the super cool big kite.

How can two legs outrun four legs?

What's more, his legs are short.

The five-headed children were so angry that they started yelling and screaming.

Muzan's face was flushed, and as she listened to the noisy wind and people talking, her heart couldn't help but leap with joy.

The white kite string floated in the air.

With one arm holding the child and the other manipulating the reins, Shugo was a skilled horseman, even having time to help Muzan control the kite string.

As Muzan watched the kite soar higher and higher, he looked up, his eyebrows unconsciously curving into crescent moons.

When the big cat kite was soaring steadily, the children, who had been running breathlessly, walked over, exhausted.

The one leading them was Agu.

"Brother, you never play with me!" Agu looked at his older brother with accusatory eyes, secretly annoyed at Muzan who was huddled in his brother's arms.

Who is your real brother anyway?

This sickly fellow's surname is clearly Ubuyashiki!

“Don’t you all have your own kites to fly? Why do you need mine? My kite is only a little bigger than yours.” Shugo raised his head and then added.

"With such a big kite, you little guys might get blown away by it."

"Go away! Go have fun with the kites you made yourselves," Hiiragi said casually.

"I want to play!" The pampered young master suddenly started to throw a tantrum and howled.

Having been tormented by the piercing demonic sound, Shugo clicked his tongue and decisively gave up, letting a few servants take the child to play while he rode away on horseback.

Hiiragi was more interested in horseback riding.

"Ignore them, let's go horseback riding." Shugo said to Muzan, then rode his pony into the distant forest.

It's better for children to get out and experience nature. Staying cooped up at home all day can make them sick even if they weren't already.

Muzan gave a soft "hmm".

The two who left happily went into the forest to experience nature, while Agu, who was left behind, went to play with a big kite, feeling rather sullen.

I got what I wanted, but why am I still unhappy?

Humans, still in the agricultural age, had not yet caused serious damage to the natural ecosystem; the forests were lush, and small animals were readily visible.

The water ripples, schools of fish appear and disappear, and the scenery is as beautiful as a painting.

That was one of the advantages of ancient times: uncontaminated ingredients were everywhere.

Muzan walked around curiously, looking at the plants he had never seen before with great interest.

"Ouch!" Muzan clutched his head, his eyes welling with tears from the sudden attack, and instinctively looked up.

A squirrel peeks out from among the branches, as if searching for its food.

The two little ones stared at each other with big eyes.

Muzan frowned, his small face scrunched up, and he stared intently at the squirrel while looking down for a weapon.

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A moment later, a pebble flew straight toward the squirrel.

The second one followed immediately.

The squirrel leaped and disappeared among the branches and leaves. In early spring, the branches and leaves of the trees had not fully grown back and were not dense enough to hide the squirrel. A few gray shadows were vaguely visible.

Muzan, clutching many small pebbles, stared intently at the squirrel.

Shugo wanted to laugh after watching the whole thing.

The petty and vengeful nature was already present at this time.

Shugo reminisced about the unfortunate experiences of several thugs meeting their demise, and sighed.

This time, it seems Muzan will be the one to lose.

He didn't think that a sheltered young master could outrun a wild squirrel in terms of agility or eyesight.

With a snap, another "bullet" struck Muzan.

The squirrels are retaliating.

The war between humans and rats has begun.