"No matter how powerful a person is, their heart is fragile."
"As long as you grasp the weakness of the heart, people are nothing to fear." Inside the train, Hand, who had the character 'Dream' displayed on the back of his Hand, said with a frivolous tone.
Mizuki leaned her head against the seat next to her, the hilt of her sword loosely held in her Hand, drooping to rest on the floor.
This woman's terrifying spiritual power indeed exceeded his imagination, but the weakness of the heart could never be repaired.
Even if this woman almost perfectly resisted his Blood Demon Art, with the blood of Muzan-sama, and his insight into the heart's weaknesses, a momentary lapse was enough.
After all, humans are such fragile creatures.
The children Mizuki had knocked away got up from both sides. One of the girls, holding a sharp object, gritted her teeth and walked towards Mizuki.
Another person squatted, attempting to take the Nichirin Blade from her Hand.
Hand let out a soft shout: "Fools, stop!"
Everyone trembled and quickly stopped: "Sorry, I just..."
Hand said mercilessly: "This woman is not someone you can handle. Go destroy the core of the spirit of the others."
"If you do that, I'll let you have beautiful dreams."
"Yes!" Hearing this, everyone smiled.
After everyone left, Hand looked at the sleeping Mizuki.
"This woman is troublesome..."
Her spiritual power was not on the same level as other Demon Slayers at all.
Even if a child approached with no killing intent, it would probably wake her up.
But if he just left her here, under the influence of that powerful spiritual power, she would probably wake up in no time.
There was no choice, he had to go in himself.
Although it would divert some of his main body's energy and slow down the train's assimilation, he couldn't rest easy if this woman wasn't dealt with.
Fortunately, this woman's heart was not as strong as her spiritual power; just looking at her could infect him with the sadness emanating from her.
Such a person's heart was as fragile as glass.
Diverting a bit more energy might allow him to deceive this woman's keen perception.
Without direct contact, Enmu could traverse the dreams of those affected.
His Blood Demon Art unfolded, and a wisp of demonic energy diffused.
Mizuki's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was no movement.
Excellent, it worked!
..."You're amazing, Mizuki! I'm no match for you at all."
Michikatsu, who had been knocked to the ground by Mizuki, smiled, covered in dust.
Mizuki reached out and pulled him up, smiling: "It's alright, Big Brother just isn't very familiar with the Breathing Technique I use yet."
"With more practice, it'll definitely be fine."
A call came from beside them: "Mizuki, come quickly and help me see why my Thirteenth Form isn't connecting."
"Coming."
Outside the courtyard, a young man wearing a black jacket, white-striped trousers, and with the character 'Lower' in his pupils smiled as he watched it all.
"This is good, just keep having happy dreams like this."
Enmu's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he turned to go further outside.
Mizuki turned her head as if sensing something. A bamboo forest appeared outside the courtyard, and a figure seemed to vanish into it.
That's strange... Did her house used to have a bamboo forest outside the yard?
Something felt off... Yoriichi stepped forward and asked concernedly: "Mizuki? Why are you spacing out again?"
Mizuki's brow furrowed slightly, and she gently shook her head: "Nothing, I just feel... I feel like something is strange."
Michikatsu followed: "What's strange?"
Mizuki hesitated: "I just feel... too happy..."
Father, Mother, and Big Brother were all too gentle, so gentle that she felt it was a bit unreal.
Father should be strict, Michikatsu should be competitive and intensely jealous... Michikatsu chuckled: "What are you talking about? Isn't happiness good?"
"Is that so?"
"Isn't it obvious? The most wonderful thing in this world is for a family to live happily together."
"I guess so..."
...Confirming that Mizuki had fallen into a beautiful dream, Enmu's mood brightened considerably.
As long as he found the core of the spirit, this Demon Slayer would become useless, and then could be easily killed.
Enmu could sense the location of the core of the spirit; he just needed to pass through this bamboo forest... Suddenly, as Enmu inadvertently glanced at the bamboo forest, his pupils violently contracted, as if he had seen something incomprehensible, and the smile on his face instantly crumbled.
A young man wearing a pitch-black kimono, with a faint, confident smile on his face, stood in the forest, accompanied by a beautiful attendant.
"Muzan-sama..." Enmu almost instinctively knelt down, bowing his head deeply.
What's going on?
Why is Muzan-sama here?
Kibutsuji Muzan, with a faint smile on his lips, said: "I'm no longer interested in swordsmen who can use Breathing Techniques."
It really is Muzan-sama's voice!
Enmu shivered all over. Why was Muzan-sama here?
Isn't this that woman's dream?
What exactly is happening?
A murderous voice sounded from behind: "Kibutsuji Muzan, your time of death has come."
Who?
Who dares to speak to Muzan-sama like that?
Enmu looked back to see two tall figures, one red and one purple, with strange Demon Slayer Marks carved on their faces, standing there.
It's the brats who were with that woman earlier... Before he could think further, Muzan swung his arm, turning it into a long whip, and swept it towards the two of them.
The two dodged to the left and right, their gazes firmly fixed on the enemy before them.
"Sun Breathing..."
"Moon Breathing..."
Two continuous slashes, one red and one purple, completely severed Kibutsuji Muzan's tentacles.
As the two swordsmen approached, Enmu, stuck in the middle, directly faced the fear Muzan had once experienced.
What flashed through his mind was...
"What do you take life for...?"
Enmu's expression almost collapsed; that overwhelming aura pressed down on him like the sky falling, making him almost unable to breathe.
Fortunately, the two's target was not him.
The immense pressure suddenly vanished after they brushed past him, and Enmu looked back in horror.
He saw the red figure charge forward first, instantly decapitating Muzan with a Sword Form too fast for the eye to see, leaving him only able to drag his head with his severed arm.
Facing the attacks of the two swordsmen, Kibutsuji Muzan had almost no power to retaliate and quickly split into thousands of flesh chunks, exploding to try and escape.
The red swordsman instinctively swung his blade, instantly cutting down fifteen hundred pieces.
Seeing the remaining flesh chunks about to escape, the red swordsman quickly called out: "Big Brother!"
"Moon Breathing..."
The purple swordsman swung his purple longsword, and continuous slashes with countless tiny crescent moons completely shattered the remaining three hundred-plus chunks of flesh.
Enmu's eyes trembled violently.
What kind of beautiful dream is this woman having?!
She actually dared to... Muzan-sama!
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