“The Six Motions of Heaven and Earth…”
Murmuring those words softly, Tsugikuni Michikatsu could not help feeling a trace of burning desire rise in his heart.
He guessed that this Demon King before him, who had lived from the Heian period until now, most likely possessed a terrifying power similar to the “Six Motions of Heaven and Earth.”
If he could gain that kind of power after becoming a demon…
“Tell me your information.”
“Yes!”
Tsugikuni Michikatsu snapped back to himself and hurriedly shared everything the Demon Slayer Corps and the Ubuyashiki family knew about the Blue Spider Lily.
Unfortunately, as the family deeply connected to Kibutsuji Makoto, even the Ubuyashiki family did not have much information in that regard.
Makoto was a little disappointed, but this was also within his expectations.
“Has the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded?”
“Yes. Before disbanding, they were all celebrating your death.”
Michikatsu lowered his head.
“You did not see it, my lord. Those people were dancing, crying, and shouting like madmen.”
Naturally, the Demon Slayer Corps had not misjudged the situation.
Kibutsuji Makoto had indeed died.
The most direct evidence was that the man-eating monsters hidden in the night, those demons, had all died the moment Kibutsuji Makoto died.
Not a single one remained.
In fact, not long ago, Tsugikuni Michikatsu had secretly approached Kibutsuji Makoto, hoping the Demon King would turn him into a demon.
Unfortunately, his wish had not been granted.
Kibutsuji Makoto had felt that he was not a pure enough jealousy monster, so he refused.
As a result, Michikatsu escaped disaster instead.
Of course, Makoto would not tell him any of that.
He looked down from above and suddenly smiled faintly.
“You worked well, so you should be rewarded. What reward do you want?”
“I remember you are still the head of a famous samurai family. Should I grant you some gold and silver so you can stockpile grain, build high walls, and show your ability in this chaotic Sengoku era?”
Makoto did not have any favorable impression of this man.
But he did not dislike him either.
Since Tsugikuni Michikatsu had worked diligently for him, giving him a little benefit was not impossible.
“My lord, please allow this subordinate to speak.”
“I only wish to become a demon, remain by your side, and help ease your burdens.”
“You truly want to become a demon?”
“Yes, I want—!”
Tsugikuni Michikatsu raised his head excitedly.
But before his gaze could fully rise, he immediately realized that he had committed a great taboo.
The instant he glimpsed the Demon King’s faintly smiling eyes looking toward him, Michikatsu gritted his teeth, lowered his head, knelt with both knees, and prostrated himself on the ground.
“Please grant this subordinate’s wish, my lord!”
Tsugikuni Michikatsu was the eldest son of a samurai family.
His twin younger brother was Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the man Makoto had killed.
When Yoriichi was young, he had worried that his talents were too great and would affect his older brother’s inheritance rights, so he quietly left home.
Many years later, he happened to save his older brother from a demon attack, and the two brothers reunited.
To catch up with his younger brother’s footsteps, Michikatsu abandoned his family and children and joined the Demon Slayer Corps.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi probably never knew, even until his death, just how deeply his older brother Michikatsu hated and envied him. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
After joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Michikatsu cultivated Moon Breathing.
A Mark appeared on the left side of his forehead.
Later, he secretly learned that once one awakened the Mark, they would most likely not live past twenty-five.
How could he accept dying so young?
“Since your sincerity is so great, fine. Once this matter ends, I will turn you into a demon.”
A trace of amusement appeared in Makoto’s tone.
“I plan to form the Twelve Kizuki, divided into Upper and Lower Moons. You will become Upper Moon One among the Twelve Kizuki.”
“Your original human name can no longer be used…”
“Then I shall grant you a name.”
“Kokushibo.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
“You may leave.”
Tsugikuni Michikatsu left in high spirits.
Makoto remained where he was and curled his lips.
Twelve Kizuki?
Upper Moon One?
Kokushibo?
Hehe.
I lied.
Once he obtained the Blue Spider Lily, Makoto would leave this world immediately.
He probably would never come back to play in this world again.
What fun could there be in the Sengoku-era Demon Slayer world?
“If I’m really that bored, I might as well go to the Great Ming and become emperor.”
“With a wise ruler like me in power, the fierce ministers of the entire court would surely be blessed!”
Time passed quickly.
As his thoughts wandered, the sun gradually rose to its highest point.
Golden sunlight fell without reservation, warming the body and making people feel drowsy.
But Makoto suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
Within the range covered by his telekinesis, several inconspicuous little flowers were slowly opening their weak buds beneath the sunlight and mountain wind.
Their color gradually turned indigo-blue.
“Found it!”
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The next morning.
At the snowy summit of Mount Fuji, the air rippled.
A figure suddenly appeared without warning.
His feet landed atop this peerless peak of Japan.
Makoto exhaled a mouthful of white mist.
The snow layer on the mountaintop suddenly moved violently.
All the snow and soil seemed to come alive, rolling, twisting, and screaming beneath his feet.
Even the wind and snow in the air, along with everything around him, were shredded apart by that powerful force.
“This is Blood Demon Art: Six Motions of Heaven and Earth.”
Amid the cold wind, he used another Blood Demon Art.
Blood Manipulation.
He forced a drop of blood from his fingertip.
The drop flew into the wind, and with a casual swipe of his hand, it bloomed into a thin blood-colored blade light.
The blade light flashed.
The air was torn apart.
The cold cliff rock, which had not been destroyed by ancient wind and snow, suddenly loosened as an entire section of land shook, cracked, and broke apart.
Finally, it fell into the abyss below, leaving only a distant rumbling echo.
The cut surface was as smooth as a knife slicing through butter.
Makoto was satisfied with the power of these two Blood Demon Arts.
His figure flickered.
When he appeared again, he was standing on the edge of a high mountain peak.
It was a stone cliff facing east, steep to the point that it was almost impossible to stand on.
Makoto stood there.
He prepared to welcome the first ray of sunlight today.
Before long, the eastern sky turned pale, and the Golden Crow rose from the east.
His pitch-black pupils were dyed with a layer of gentle golden light.
There was none of the terrifying burning sensation in his memories.
There was only a faint warmth.
This was the warmth Kibutsuji Makoto had been unable to feel for six hundred years.
It was also the calmness of standing beneath the sunlight with a perfect demon body.
He had already inherited Kibutsuji Makoto’s immortal body.
He had also followed the prescription left behind by that physician six hundred years ago and added the Blue Spider Lily, making up for the flaw of human-eating urges.
He had no five brains and seven hearts.
He would not want to eat humans.
Now, he no longer feared sunlight either.
The flaws that had troubled Kibutsuji Makoto for more than six hundred years had been completely corrected in Hayashi Makoto’s body.
The faint worries that had originally lingered in him vanished completely.
Now, what filled his chest was only the excitement and joy of obtaining immortality.
“Should I lift my loincloth to celebrate?”
Makoto abandoned that idea and looked at his current data panel.
[Name: Hayashi Makoto]
[Race: Human (?)]
[Spirit: 135]
[Constitution: 152]
[Energy: 70]
[Skills: Blood Demon Art: Blood Manipulation (Lv1), Blood Demon Art: Six Motions of Heaven and Earth (Lv1)]
[Passive: Mind Teleporter, Immortal Myriad-Form Body]
[Remaining Points: 100]
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