"So let me get this straight. Your Quirk allows you to share your blood to make people stronger?" Tomura asked as he was headed towards a warehouse where a currently unfinished Nomu was stashed away for this specific experiment. Kibutsuji laughed, chuckled moreso, over how wrong his 'ally' was.
He didn't try to hide the fact it wasn't a Quirk, there was no reason to. If they didn't want to believe him that was their problem, not his.
"Shigaraki." he calmly started. "I was born Quirkless. No, I was not given one either later in life either, I'm sure that whatever science you would use to compare me, I will not have a Quirk."
Kibutsuji looked to the side, thinking about the many Quirks he saw during his time in this world, the Quirks he fought against under his disguise as a Hero. He chuckled again.
"Pardon me, your insistence is quite funny to me. But no. I am effectively Quirkless, even now."
"I don't buy it." Tomura said, too eager to respond and get this part of the conversation over with. "Supernatural things don't exist. That's a proven fact through science."
Even now, in a world riddled with Quirks that gave superhuman powers to any person born with them, science could not prove the existence of things like the afterlife, Angels or Demons. Mainly because the only one of those that actually meddled with humans had technically gone extinct over a hundred years ago. Only to have their new progenitor return to the scene.
"Whether or not they exist doesn't matter right now, as of yet I have not lied to you once." Kibutsuji responded calmly. "Right now, what's important is that weapon of yours."
"Right. We're here either way." Tomura said, inspecting the rows of warehouses to find the exact number they were given.
It wouldn't take him too long to find it, and with the key he was given he unlocked the side door. Granting the two access.
The inside was mostly empty, but the center clearly had something. A humanoid figure with an exposed brain, eyes mindlessly staring off infront of it as it sat on the floor. Kibutsuji made sure to inspect it first, he wasn't impressed to say the least. An exposed brain for any living creature is a problem, a giant weak spot. The humanoid looked underdeveloped too, clearly in the middle of being experimented on.
Had this Nomu been given extra time to be experimented with, it would've certainly grown larger and obtained the Quirks to counter All Might, yet due to Kibutsuji's request those were halted, and the unfinished product was sat here.
After circling the Nomu once, Kibutsuji did what he learned from his predecessor. Raising one finger up as the fingernail extended and changed color, inserting it into the Nomu's forehead right under the brain and transferring his blood.
The Nomu didn't respond for a few seconds, before it began to shake, then writhe on the floor. Kibutsuji merely stood back and watched, allowing his fingernail to return to normal.
Skin regrew over the Nomu's head, covering it's brain properly once more. It's eyes became nigh blank, faint Pupils rested in them that had slitted Irises, sharp fangs had grown in place of canines and a faint pattern had begun to appear over the Nomu's body from the neck down.
It was then motionless, before it started to snarl violently, lashing out blindly and acting like an animal. Kibutsuji smiled, the Nomu survived the transformation.
"So, what now?" Tomura asked, staring in mind interest at the now animalistic Nomu. The only response was a quick "We feed it."
Kibutusji raised his suit, his shirt. Revealing a Tsuzumi neatly nested where his belly button should be. He struck it, and in an instant several corpses fell into the back of the warehouse, cut apart, Kibutsuji's victims last week.
Kibutsuji gestured to the corpses, and the Nomu didn't waste much time before it began to chow down. Splattering blood and guts all over the place and it consumed the most nutritious parts first.
The Nomu paid Tomura no mind, merely devouring as much as it could in this moment, it kept going and going. Allowing the pile before him to shrink dramatically and quickly.
"That's pretty disgusting." Tomura spoke, walking up to Kibutsuji to view the man's creation feed in both intrigue and disgust. "What are you planning to do after this, huh?"
"Once it has eaten enough, it will develop its own art to use in battle. It will develop mutations aswell, in short. It will become far stronger than it is now. Demons become stronger the more they eat, that is simply how we work." Kibutsuji responded. He was smiling, which he didn't do often. Right now he was one step closer to restoring the Twelve Kizuki and reinstating the threat that Demon Kin used to be.
Tomura snarled, resisting the urge to scratch his neck. The mere mention of the word 'Demon' made him angrier each time, Demons didn't exist. "So basically. You make him like you, some cannibalistic monster that heals quickly. I'm surprised you haven't used that Quirk to make an army."
Kibutsuji shook his head, while he could understand someone didn't believe in Demons, one would have to eventually evaluate the proof they have, especially when it is talking to them "I have bigger plans than making an army, at the moment I need commanders for something like that. Strong Demons that will lead the horde and eliminate threats to us." he responded, turning to face Tomura after who was still staring at the Nomu. "You're still free to accept my offer, I could make you one of those, perhaps even my Upper Moon One."
Tomura looked back, a hint of curiosity plagued his response, "What's an Upper Moon?"
"The Upper Moons were the strongest of our Kin, next to my predecessor of course. Upper Moon One through Upper Moon Six, and under them, the six Lower Moons…" he got back, "Speaking of Moons… I believe this… Nomu, was it not? Might reach the strength of a Lower Moon soon enough."
