“Six Movements of Heaven and Earth…”
Murmuring softly, a burning sensation rose in Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu’s heart.
He guessed that this Demon King, who had lived from the Heian Era to the present, likely possessed terrifying power similar to the ‘Six Movements of Heaven and Earth.’ If he could possess such power after becoming a demon…
“Tell me your intelligence.”
“Yes!”
Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu snapped back to attention and quickly reported the intelligence the Demon Slayer Corps and the Ubuyashiki family had regarding the blue spider lily.
However, it was a pity that the Ubuyashiki family, who had deep ties with Kibutsuji Makoto, also did not have much intelligence on this matter.
Makoto was somewhat disappointed, but it was also within his expectations.
“Has the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded?”
“Yes.
Before they disbanded, they were all celebrating your death.
You didn’t see it, but those people were dancing with joy and crying out in grief; they truly looked like a group of madmen.”
The Demon Slayer Corps had not misjudged.
Kibutsuji Makoto was indeed dead.
The most direct evidence was: those man-eating monsters hiding in the darkness, those demons, all died at the exact moment Kibutsuji Makoto perished, not a single one remaining.
Just a short while ago, Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu had secretly approached Kibutsuji Makoto, hoping the Demon King would turn him into a demon, but he was unsuccessful.
Kibutsuji Makoto felt he was a lemon spirit lacking sufficient purity and refused.
As a result, Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu narrowly escaped disaster.
Of course, Makoto would not tell him these things.
He looked down from a superior position and suddenly smiled faintly, “You have served me well, you deserve a reward.
What reward do you desire?
I recall you are the head of a noble samurai family.
Would you like me to bestow upon you gold and silver treasures so you can stockpile grain, build high walls, and make a name for yourself in the chaotic Warring States period?”
Makoto held neither goodwill nor malice toward this man.
Since Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu served him wholeheartedly, giving him some benefits was not out of the question.
“Your subordinate begs to report, I only wish to become a demon, to constantly stay by your side and share your burdens.”
“Do you truly wish to become a demon?”
“Yes, I wish—!”
Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu looked up excitedly.
But before his gaze even reached the air, he immediately knew he had committed a grave taboo.
The moment he glimpsed the Demon King’s half-smile directed at him, Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and threw himself onto the ground on his knees.
“Please grant my wish, My Lord!!”
Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu was the eldest son of a samurai family.
His twin brother was Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who was killed by Makoto.
Many years later, he happened to save his elder brother who was being attacked by a demon, and the two brothers were reunited.
To catch up with his brother’s footsteps, Iwahikatsu abandoned his family and joined the Demon Slayer Corps.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi probably never knew, until his death, how much hatred and jealousy festered deep within his brother Iwahikatsu’s heart.
After joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Iwahikatsu mastered the Moon Breathing technique, and a mark appeared on his left forehead.
He also secretly knew that once the mark awakened, he would likely not live past twenty-five.
How could he be willing to die so young?
“Since you are so sincere, very well.
When things are concluded, I will turn you into a demon.”
Makoto’s tone carried a hint of a smile, “I am preparing to form the Twelve Kizuki, divided into Upper and Lower Ranks.
You shall be the Upper Rank One among the Twelve Kizuki.
Your original human name can no longer be used…
I shall bestow upon you the name Kokushibo.”
“Thank you, My Lord.”
“You may go.”
Tsugikuni Iwahikatsu left in ecstasy.
Makoto remained in place, curling his lips.
Twelve Kizuki?
Really?
Upper Rank One, Kokushibo?
Hee hee, I was just fooling him…
Once he obtained the blue spider lily, Makoto would directly leave this world.
He probably wouldn’t come back to play in this world anymore.
What fun could there be in the *Kimetsu* of the Warring States period?
“If I really have too much free time, I might as well go to the Ming Dynasty and become the Emperor.”
“With me, a wise ruler, on the throne, I presume the court full of fierce officials will be blessed!”
Time passed quickly.
While he was lost in thought, the sun gradually rose to its highest point.
The golden sunlight poured down without reservation, warming the body to the point of drowsiness.
But Makoto suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
Within the range of his telekinetic power, there were several inconspicuous small flowers, slowly blooming their delicate buds under the sunlight and the mountain breeze.
Their color gradually turned indigo blue!
“Found them!”
…The next morning.
On the snowy summit of Mount Fuji, after a ripple in the air, a figure suddenly appeared without warning.
He landed on this peerless high peak of Japan.
Makoto exhaled a plume of white mist.
All the snow and soil seemed to come alive, churning and twisting beneath his feet, screaming.
Even the snow and wind in the air, everything around him, was torn into fragments by this immense power!
“This is Blood Demon Art: Six Movements of Heaven and Earth.”
In the cold wind.
He used another Blood Demon Art—Blood Manipulation!
He could arbitrarily manipulate any blood.
He forced a drop of fresh blood from his finger, which flew into the wind.
With a casual wave, a faint streak of blood-red blade light burst forth!
The blade light flashed, tearing the air!
The cold rock of the cliff face, which even the eternal snow could not destroy, suddenly loosened entirely, shook, and then fractured, finally plunging into the abyss below, with only the rumbling echo heard from afar.
The cut surface was as smooth as if sliced by a knife through butter.
Makoto was satisfied with the power of these two Blood Demon Arts.
His figure flashed, and he reappeared standing on the very edge of the high mountain peak, a steep cliff facing east, a place almost impossible to stand on.
Makoto stood there.
Preparing to welcome the first ray of sunlight today.
Not long after, the eastern sky turned pale, and the Golden Crow rose in the east.
His pupils, pure black as ink, were stained with a layer of gentle golden light by the radiance.
There was none of the terrible burning sensation from memory, only a faint warmth—the warmth that Kibutsuji Makoto had been unable to feel for six hundred years, and the composure of standing under the sunlight in a perfect demon body.
He had inherited Kibutsuji Makoto’s immortality, and based on the prescription left by the pharmacist six hundred years ago, he had incorporated the blue spider lily, compensating for the flaw of the urge to eat humans.
No five brains or seven hearts.
And no longer wanting to eat people.
Now, he no longer feared the sunlight.
The flaw that had plagued Kibutsuji Makoto for over six hundred years was completely rectified in Makoto!
The vague sense of worry that had filled him dissipated completely.
What filled his chest now was only the excitement and joy of having attained eternal life.
“Should I lift my *fundoshi* to celebrate?”
Makoto abandoned the thought and looked at his current status panel.
[Name: Makoto]
[Race: Human (?)]
[Spirit: 135]
[Physique: 152]
[Energy: 70]
[Skills: Blood Demon Art: Blood Manipulation (Lv1), Blood Demon Art: Six Movements of Heaven and Earth (Lv1)]
[Passives: Jumper, Immortal and Ever-Changing Body]
[Remaining Points: 100]