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Chapter Twenty-One: Honored Protectors and Ancient Monsters
(Karasumor, Japan)
"I heard that you wished to talk to us." Shigemori Summimura said as he sat above him on the stage.
He is the current head of the Summimura family. He had one daughter and three grandsons. His second grandson Yoshimori would lead the family after he passed away as he had inherited the mark.
"Yes. I wish to become friends with many witch families in the east and west." Danny said.
"Our ancestors have spoken of you and say that you are friends with Qetsiyah." Shigemori said.
"That is true." Danny said as he looked at the physically older-looking man.
"Then in return for our friendship I would wish to ask you to do us a favor." Shigemori said.
"What kind of request?" Danny asked.
"I wish for you to contact Tokimori Hazama and ask him which family he wanted to truly inherit the responsibility of protecting Karasumori." Shigemori asked.
"I will make the request." Danny said.
'Soon the Yukimuras will have no choice but to acknowledge the truth.' Shigemori thought. For so long the two families had fought over who was the true heir. "You have our word that no one will bother you or your men while you stay in our town as long as you do not cause trouble."
"Thank you." Danny said as he stood up and walked away. "I am curious about the demons that you were fighting. He had only gotten the basics from Kagero.
"Those demons work for Muzan Kibutsuji." Shigemori said.
"Do you have any idea how such a monster had come to be?" Danny asked.
"My grandson Masamori can tell you about it." Shigemori said.
"Alright. Thank you for listening to my request." Danny said.
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"Nice to meet you." Danny said with a wave and a smile as he looked at the eldest grandson of Shigemori.
"I was informed that you had questions." Masamori said with books in his hand.
'This guy could teach ice lessons on how to be cool." Danny said as he released a sigh.
"All that we have on Muzan Kibutsuji is tales that Tokimori Hazama wrote down as he searched for him." Masamori said.
"I think that we should start at the beginning of whatever you have." Danny said.
"From what Tokimori uncovered Muzan had been alive for centuries. He had been feeding on the blood of humans and spreading his blood to create more of his kind." Masamori said.
'This is starting to sound like they are the eastern versions of vampires.' Danny thought. "Alright and so how did he fight him?" The guards had enchanted weapons but he still doubted that they would have beaten Kagero so Muzan must have been near impossible for a witch to fight him for the first time.
"The spells that our founder used were enough that Muzan could not kill him despite his advantages." Masamori said.
"What kind of spells?" Danny asked.
"I cannot talk about it. Theya re a family secret." Masamori said.
'That just makes me want to know even more.' Danny thought while keeping a calm face. Since he was going to ask Qetsiyah information on their ancient founder he could ask her about the spells that he used.
"So, what happened next?" Danny asked.
"When Muzan saw that he could not beat our founder he ran off into the darkness. He hid for decades sending the demons he created to hunt for him. Muzan was not seen or heard from until a month after the founder had died." Masamori said.
"What kind of army does this demon have?" Danny asked.
"He has hundreds of demons serving under him. The big problem is the top twelve demons that serve him. They are the generals for his army." Masamori said.
"Do you know the names of those generals?" Danny asked.
"Yes, but the problem is that they are easy for him to replace. We kill one and another one takes their place." Masamori said.
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"So, what information have you gathered?" Danny asked as he sat in his room.
"Let us start with the demon. I have found that Muzan Kibutsuji was born in the Heian period." Qetsiyah said.
"When was that?" Danny asked.
"It was the time period between 794 and 1185 A.D." Qetsiyah said.
"So, he is around the same age as the Mikaelsons." Danny said.
"Yes, but fortunately you do not have to find a special method to kill him." Qetsiyah said.
"Really?" Danny asked. He was glad for that after all the trouble required to deal with the Mikaelsons and Imhotep.
"All you have to do is extract each of his heart and burn them until they are nothing but ash." Qetsiyah said.
"How many hearts does he have?" Danny asked.
"He has seven of them." Qetsiyah replied.
"What?" Danny asked stunned.
"He also has five brains." Qetsiyah said.
"How in the world did such a creature come to exist?" Danny asked more to himself than to her. For all of those organs to fit inside a single body and him to retain normal size was only possible through reality warping.
"He was a sick man that struggled throughout his life with illnesses. He would not have lived past the age of twenty if not for a certain medicine." Qetsiyah said.
"What sort of medicine?" Danny asked interested. He wanted to do proper research on how all of this was possible.
"It was a prototype created by a travelling doctor. He had no idea what he was doing but he accidently found something dangerous called the Blue Spider Lily. It is a magical herb. He mixed it together and fed it Muzan." Qetsiyah said.
"I am surprised that he did not boast about such a discovery." Danny said.
"He never got the chance. Muzan did not believe the medicine was working and so he killed him. " Qetsiyah said.
"That is quite an impulsive reaction." Danny said.
"One he has regretted ever since as the doctor left no records of the method, he used to make the medicine and so Muzan has been searching for the flower ever since." Qetsiyah said.
"Why does he want the flower still he is already an immortal with an incredibly strong body?" Danny asked.
"He wants to be able to walk in the sun." Qetsiyah said.
'That could be useful information.' Danny thought to himself. If he found a demon, he could use it to lure Muzan out.
"Anyway, I have another person that I need you to search for." Danny said.
