Demon Progenitor Development Project

Just a few visits were enough to make Muzan look forward to Shuuga's arrival.

After being fed and played with, the cat that was initially aloof has learned to wag its tail at its owner.

The dice were thrown, making a crisp sound.

The spinning sound gradually stopped, and the die came to rest on a 5.

Muzan, whose plane never actually took off: ...

"One more time!" Muzan stared intently at his Red Bird Chess pieces, which had failed to take off, then looked at the White Bird Chess pieces, all of which had already taken off, with his lips pressed tightly together.

Shugo chuckled and said, "No, an honest, good child can't take back a move."

The six-sided die was rolled once again.

It's exactly 3 o'clock.

Shugo placed a white bird piece directly at the end of the board, leaving only a lone white bird piece amidst a sea of ​​red pieces.

Damn it, we're going to lose!

Muzan gripped the hem of his robe tightly, unwilling to lose. His eyes darted around, and he 'accidentally' moved the chessboard, scrambling the pieces to their new positions.

"Let's start over!" Muzan said, suppressing his excitement.

"No need, Ren Guang has a photographic memory, he has memorized it."

Hiiragi calmly told Jinko to put the pieces back in their original places.

Muzan: ...

Seven minutes later, Muzan looked at the victorious Shugo, his lips trembled, and he looked like he was about to cry.

A soft voice whispered in her ear, "Is Ningning a crybaby? Does she like to cry all the time?"

The scumbag adult, who showed no consideration for the child, uttered a sarcastic remark.

Muzan, whose sore spot had been hit, held back his tears and gritted his teeth to continue.

Fifteen minutes later, Muzan, who had lost eight times in a row, had a look of existential doubt on his youthful face. He sniffed and tried to suppress the soreness in his nose.

Shugo, having finished arranging the chess pieces, clicked his tongue inwardly, his expression subtle.

As expected of Muzan Kibutsuji!

That's incredible luck!

You probably used up all your luck in your life by turning into a ghost.

Shugo stood up. It was time to go. He had official business to attend to, and spending time with Muzan was something he had already managed to do.

A small hand grabbed his sleeve.

Muzan raised her small face, her round black eyes seeming to say, "I don't want you to leave," while her lips were pursed into a half-moon shape, like a proud and aloof kitten.

The cat lover Shugo was successfully charmed.

"Are you leaving?"

Perhaps it was the conversation and play just now, the boy's gentle attitude gave Muzan a bit of courage, and he ignored the servant's eye signals and took the initiative to pull Fujiwara Shugo.

Muzan/Nene: A small body, full of rebellious spirit.

"I have other things to do, but I'll come again next time," Shugo said, bending down to reassure him.

"When is the next time?" Muzan, sensing the perfunctory tone, stubbornly demanded an answer.

The other party's arrival time is unpredictable; sometimes they come consecutively, and sometimes they don't come for several days.

Muzan was extremely anxious.

Once an adult says something like that, it won't happen again.

"How about next year?" Hiiragi asked, feigning surprise.

It's strange. He wasn't this kind of bully before. Why does he love bullying this scumbag boss so much? Maybe it's because he feels no pressure at all when bullying a scumbag? Shugo thought to himself.

Next year, a three-year-old child will not know how many days are in a year, but will know that a year consists of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

That's been too long?

Muzan's clear black eyes instantly turned round.

How can this be!

Muzan was in a panic.

He doesn't want it.

He wants novel snacks, candies, and toys.

Frustrated and blushing, Muzan racked his brains for a solution, trying to think of something to say.

Seeing Muzan pacing around in a panic, Shugo was amused.

I got a quick peck on my forehead, the wet sensation lasting only a moment.

The shock in his heart caused Muzan to stumble back a few steps, his cheeks flushed red, and he fell to the ground with a thud onto the wooden board.

A tear rolled down Wucan's cheek as she fell, but she didn't cry out. With a stubborn expression, she wriggled her body like a cat-like insect, trying to stand up.

The next second, he was caught in someone's arms.

With a faint scent of grass and trees filling his nostrils, Muzan looked up blankly, his face uncomfortable from being pressed against a hard chest.

"I'm sorry, I startled you. It's my fault."

After adjusting the baby's position in his arms, Shugo asked a few more questions.

"I am fine."

Muzan shifted his body uncomfortably; he was still very uncomfortable.

Shugo looked the child up and down like he was holding a baby before putting him down. Then he took out a small bag from his sleeve, took out a few candies, and fed them to the child.

It's the same candy from before!

This time it's sweet and sour!

Muzan's eyes lit up.

Children always love sweets, and Muzan loved them even more because he always had to drink bitter medicine.

"This adult seems to have everything," Muzan thought childishly.

Consider this my apology for scaring you.

Hiiragi asked with a smile.

His younger siblings would fight over the ancient fruit candies made with modern knowledge; they were the only ones of their kind in Heian-kyo!

Over the next month or so, Shugo and Muzan gradually became acquainted and their relationship grew closer.

That day was a rare moment of joy for him, amidst his endless cycle of dull and dreary days.

As a result, the people who were playing with him left.

When will he come again?

After meeting that day, Muzan, who was playing Ludo, asked the old servant who had served him since childhood.

"I don't know," the old servant replied. That was a high-ranking official of the Fujiwara Kita family; how could a servant possibly know his whereabouts?

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"He'll come again. He held you when you were just born." The old servant smiled and offered words of comfort to the child he had watched grow up.

Three-year-old Muzan's biggest wish was to stop drinking bitter medicine, eat sweet candy, and play games to his heart's content.

A three-year-old child is not yet old enough to truly understand the meaning of death, nor is he old enough to think about the future. Muzan also did not realize that life has a length.

Muzan chewed on his memories like chewing gum until the last bit of sweetness disappeared, leaving only a heart full of sourness and resentment.

Each time, he had to wait a long time, many days, before he could see Muzan. He was lonely and always sullen.

To outsiders, Shugo seemed to be spoiling Muzan rotten, visiting him every few days.

On one occasion, Muzan, who was counting the days on his fingers, met his father for the second time.

"Do you want to go to the Fujiwara Kita family?" The head of the Ubuyashiki family chose to get straight to the point with this son who was practically a coward.

Muzan stared at his father with his dark, empty eyes, saying nothing, his toes digging into the ground, looking very uncomfortable, silently expressing his resistance.

Ubuyashiki Eiji continued to coax her gently, "If you go there, Nene will have lots of playmates, you can play games, and eat delicious food."

After several inquiries, Muzan, whose patience was wearing thin, finally nodded.

Soon, the head of the Ubuyashiki family packed up a sickly child and sent him to the Fujiwara Kita family.

Head of the Ubuyashiki family: An opportunity to connect with the Fujiwara Kita family!

Shugo Fujiwara: The Plan is Complete

Head of the Fujiwara Kita family: I don't understand, but it's a way of winning over the noble forces... I guess.