studiobondurri Chapter 143 The Shadow Appears for the First Time
Chapter 143 The Shadow Appears for the First Time
After sending out the black mist, the shadowy figure sat in the chair, staring blankly at the intelligence report in his hand.
He felt deeply confused and at a loss.
Fujiwara Shugo's move to completely wipe out the aristocratic class that had been entrenched in the upper echelons of the country for hundreds of years truly left the shadowy figure dumbfounded.
He doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand.
What's the point of doing this?
Aren't we in a political struggle?
We're playing Go, a game that requires intelligence and strategy, and involves back-and-forth battles.
Before I could even make a move, you flipped the chessboard and smashed it to pieces.
The shadowy figure was deeply confused. What was the point of doing something like this, when there was clearly no benefit, but it resulted in self-harm and injury to the enemy?
It's normal for nobles to rise and fall in status, isn't it?
I only hit Fujiwara once, and you're quitting?
You've made all your subsequent preparations a waste of time!
Hiiragi: (ˉ▽￣~) Tsk~~
Shugo, who was never a true political being, said: "Let me show you the traditional skills of our ancestors. Please welcome the Great Han Chess Master!"
Shugo, who was already furious about the mastermind's elusive behavior, had lost his patience.
It just so happened that the timing was perfect (early 20th century), and America's plans were already finalized, so it was time to happily flip the table!
Shugo, he's super happy!
Since he doesn't plan to develop here anyway, and the precious mineral resources have been almost completely mined out, he doesn't care what happens to this country.
Compared to the genuine local shadow, Shugo is a fake in disguise.
The shadowy figure sat in the chair in silence for a long time before finally casting his gaze upon the few ghosts that had invaded his stronghold.
"They're all incredibly strong guys."
The shadowy figure muttered to itself.
However, did Kibutsuji Muzan, or rather Fujiwara Shugo, arrive?
If it's to deal with me, at least Fujiwara Shugo would come in person to oversee things. Or is this a test?
The shadowy figure believed in his assessment of Fujiwara Shugo's personality; the guy was cautious and meticulous, always striving for perfection.
But the shadowy figure suddenly became insecure when he thought about Shugo's biological attack.
After racking his brains over Shuugo's antics, the shadowy figure considered various possibilities and irritably pressed his temples.
*
Hiiragi sneezed as he was being nagged.
"Who's thinking about me?"
Shugo's hair stood on end; he became sensitive to the air around him.
"Wait, sir, is it about the siege of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters...?"
Yota, who had already accepted the mission and was ready to make a big splash, rushed over upon receiving the news.
"Never mind all that," Shugo said coldly. "I don't need to capture the Ubuyashiki family alive. Just blow up that mountain. I just need to die, die cleanly, and have my body dug up."
His words were so menacing that even ghosts would turn their heads.
Destroy everything, whether it's a Demon Slayer Corps trap or anything else!
"Why aren't you doing it yet!"
Shugo's cold voice startled Yota, who was standing there in a daze.
"Hi, hi!" Yang Tai replied subconsciously, then paused and left.
Nakime, trembling behind a pillar, watched as Shugo's face twisted in pain.
very scary!
The one who used to have a bad temper was Muzan-sama, but now it's actually become the good-tempered Shugo-sama!
Naruto wanted to cry but had no tears.
Now, he has other problems to worry about; Muzan is more important than wiping out the Demon Slayer Corps.
The purpose of eliminating the Demon Slayer Corps was simply to remove Shuuga's concerns and anxieties about his inexplicable fate.
The worries have already happened!
Who cares about all that now!
Yang Tai, who seemed about to speak but hesitated: ...
Shugo didn't have time to deal with him and hurriedly notified Jinko to come back.
Who knows what might happen on this trip? Let's prepare for the worst and have Jin Guang come back to take charge, Shugo thought.
Bring this stupid cat back; I'm going to teach him a lesson! —Shūgo
*
In the underground cave.
Tongmo's forehead was covered in sweat, and the corrosive liquid on his head was pouring down like a waterfall.
Komaji and Doma were sitting inside a hollow ice sphere, drifting freely along with the corrosive liquid.
This is too long.
Doma felt he couldn't hold on any longer, so he kept using Blood Demon Art to create ice layers to block the flow.
After the corrosive liquid had been tilting for five minutes, Doma sensed something was wrong and steered the Buddha statue forward.
However, the cave was extremely narrow, with a short horizontal distance and a very high vertical distance. It was already the limit to accommodate the Sleeping Lotus Bodhisattva statue of the boy.
Get moving?
The surrounding walls cannot agree!
Too crowded.
Doma reduced the size of the Bodhisattva, eventually turning it into an ice ball that could just accommodate the two demons to save energy.
Even ice hockey has encountered many problems.
Doma, who had no talent for architecture whatsoever, completely forgot that demons need to breathe.
In an attempt to block the corrosive liquid, he made the ice ball sealed, but he almost got himself killed by his own Blood Demon Art.
It is much more difficult for a ghost to suffocate than for a human; the process is extremely agonizing.
Fortunately, Doma made timely modifications, adding a raised eave around the ice puck, transforming the floating puck into an ice puck house.
Doma, whose face had turned pale, was now all smiles as usual, as if nothing had happened.
"Damn it, damn it, why does Lord Akaza look so bad? We're all still alive, and I've been the one putting in the work. There's no need for you to look at me like that."
This sounds like a veiled criticism of Komaji for not doing his job.
"Doma, you idiot! You moron!"
It's so stupid!
And yet, I did the same stupid thing as Douma!
Komaji, already embarrassed by his own stupidity, was sulking with a purplish-blue face. Upon hearing Doma's suggestive words, he became furious, his face contorted with rage. He stretched out his muscular arm and shook Doma, his mind filled with the thought of strangling him.
Komaji decides to retract the favorability he gained from Doma saving him.
Doma is a complete jerk!
"King Akaza, don't move! Haven't you been paying attention in class at the academy...?" said the honor student, Doma, disapprovingly.
Komaji, a failing student who has been intellectually bullied at the academy for years: You're just as stupid as me!
As we all know, when you apply force in a certain direction on a small boat, the boat will naturally sink in that direction.
So Doma and Komaji's ice hockey team plunged headfirst into the corrosive liquid with a thud.
"呲呲-"
"GuluGulu——"
These two idiots!
The black cat Muzan was enraged by these two idiots. Its sharp claws sprang out from its soft paw pads and dug hard into the branch it was standing on.
As it became more agitated, the cat's claws sank deeper and deeper, as if trying to tear the branch in two.
Its long tail lashed rapidly through the air like a nimble black whip.
Each lash brought with it a sharp whistling sound, echoing through the silent, dark forest.
This sound brought disaster upon Muzan.
Footsteps suddenly echoed in the silent forest.
The sounds of crunching branches and treading through weeds were exceptionally clear to Muzan's ears.
Muzan's cat ears perked up, and he stared warily at the newcomer.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
Muzan's eyes widened as he saw the figure's face.
How could it be you!
You old codger, weren't you already in the ground a long time ago?