"Don't let your feelings cloud your judgement!"
— Krillin, Dragon Ball
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Tanjiro was a bit frustrated seeing Roy in the mood for snacks while they were on such an important mission.
"Hey, Roy-nii-san, we're supposed to be looking for Muzan Kibutsuji!" he reminded Roy.
"What's the rush? ...Do you want one?" Roy offered Tanjiro a skewer of dango.
The sweet aroma made Tanjiro's mouth water.
He wanted to refuse, but his growling stomach betrayed him.
"Yes, please," Tanjiro nodded, accepting the dango and taking a bite.
"Mmm! So good!" he exclaimed after the first bite.
The group continued their leisurely stroll, enjoying the sights and snacks.
They had explored almost the entire bustling street.
Suddenly, Tanjiro caught a whiff of an indescribable scent.
He froze, his takoyaki slipping from his grasp.
"Onii-chan, you shouldn't waste food like that!" Nezuko swiftly caught the takoyaki and scolded Tanjiro while placing her hands on her hips.
"It seems Muzan Kibutsuji has appeared," Roy said, observing Tanjiro's reaction. He knew that Tanjiro must have sensed Muzan's presence.
"Really? Muzan Kibutsuji is here?" Shinobu asked eagerly.
"Yes. Tanjiro, lead the way," Roy instructed, patting Tanjiro's shoulder, bringing him back to his senses.
"Ah! Okay!"
Roy signaled the Demon Slayers and the Hashira to follow.
Led by Tanjiro, they arrived at a sheltered alleyway.
At the entrance stood a woman and her daughter. Roy recognized them as the wife and child of the human identity Muzan had assumed.
This meant Muzan was nearby.
"The scent is getting stronger. He must be inside," Tanjiro said, pointing towards the alley with a serious expression.
Roy turned to Shinobu. "Shinobu-san, have the Demon Slayers evacuate the civilians. And bring those two with you as well," he said, gesturing towards the woman and her daughter.
"Yes, Roy-sama!" Shinobu replied and went to carry out his orders.
"Let's go inside," Roy said, leading the others into the alley.
The dark alley was filthy and littered with debris. The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow.
Thick, crimson blood stained the ground, sending chills down their spines.
At the end of the alley, a figure stood amidst several bodies lying in pools of blood.
"Please, don't kill me... don't kill me..." a burly man pleaded, his face contorted with terror as he looked at the merciless Demon before him.
He and his companions had intended to rob and assault passersby.
But this man had brutally murdered his friends.
The man's eyes were filled with despair.
Muzan Kibutsuji, however, seemed to relish the man's pleas.
Over the centuries, he had encountered countless individuals who foolishly challenged him. He reveled in their cries for mercy before ending their lives.
Just as he was about to kill the man, he noticed a group of people approaching from behind.
"Well, well, Muzan Kibutsuji, enjoying yourself, are we?" Roy taunted, observing Muzan, who was dressed like Michael Jackson.
"What? That's Muzan Kibutsuji?"
"Is that what Muzan Kibutsuji looks like?"
"Damn that Demon! He's killed again!"
"We must kill him today!"
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The Demon Slayers behind Roy murmured amongst themselves.
Muzan's eyes narrowed as his name was called out.
He turned to see a group of people in Demon Slayer uniforms.
His heart pounded as he realized he was surrounded. An urge to flee surged within him.
"Muzan Kibutsuji, don't even think about escaping. You won't get away! The centuries-long feud between the Demon Slayer Corps and Demons will end here today," Gyomei Himejima declared, his hands clasped together, tears streaming down his face.
"Roy-sama, please allow me to slay Muzan Kibutsuji!" Sanemi Shinazugawa pleaded, kneeling before Roy.
After being soundly defeated by Saeko, Sanemi had become much more subdued.
"Step aside, Sanemi. You're no match for him," Roy said, waving him away.
Sanemi clenched his fists, frustration burning in his eyes, but he obeyed.
"How did you find me?" Muzan demanded, bewildered.
For over a thousand years, he had lived among humans without ever being detected by the Demon Slayer Corps.
How had they suddenly found him?
"Hmph, it doesn't matter how we found you. All you need to know is that today is the day you die!" Shinobu sneered.
"Heh... You think you can kill me? Your Demon Slayer Corps has only recently managed to kill an Upper Rank" Muzan scoffed.
Indeed, in the past thousand years, many Hashira had died at the hands of the Upper Ranks, And only few Upper Rank had ever been slain.
The Hashira felt a pang of shame. Muzan's words were true.
"Hmph! This time is different. Our new leader is a Devil. He will definitely kill you!" Mitsuri declared, her faith in Roy unwavering.
"Oh? A Devil, you say?"
Muzan finally focused his attention on Roy, who stood at the forefront.
As he looked at Roy, a sense of dread washed over him. He felt as if this man could effortlessly end his life.
"Alright, who wants to go first?" Roy asked the girls, cutting off Muzan's rambling.
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