Deep in the forest, among the shadows and murmurs of nature, a being known as Muzan was hidden. His back was leaning against the trunk of an ancient tree, his breathing was heavy and ragged. Sweat beaded his forehead and his torso was bare, revealing multiple cuts that furrowed his skin like traces of a recent battle. The regeneration of his wounds was progressing slowly, with every fiber of his being straining to heal the tears left at the brink of death.

Muzan kept a pained grimace on his pale face, his eyes half-lidded as he recalled the events that had brought him to this state. No more than a few hours ago, he had been faced with a formidable enemy, a swordsman with hanafuda earrings, whose skills had destroyed almost his entire body in a matter of seconds. That encounter had been a brutal awakening for Muzan, an experience he had not anticipated: fear. A raw, visceral fear of being on the verge of death, a sensation he had believed eradicated from his existence a long time ago.

The swordsman had displayed strength and skill that defied all of Muzan's expectations. Every blow, every cut, had been precise and lethal. If it hadn't been for his survival instinct and luck in finding an opening to escape, his existence would have come to an end right there. This thought churned through his mind, a constant reminder of his vulnerability.

Muzan, despite his pride and ruthless nature, knew that he had faced something beyond what he was prepared for. That swordsman had ignited a spark of terror in him that he didn't remember having felt. The simple idea of having come so close to death at the hands of another person, one who possessed abilities capable of surpassing him, was something that tormented him deeply.

The forest, normally a peaceful refuge, now felt like a prison. Every creak of the branches, every whisper of the wind through the leaves, seemed an omen of danger. Muzan was hurt not only physically, but to the core of himself from him. His pride had been hurt in a way he couldn't ignore. But beyond the pain and humiliation, there was the stark reality of his situation: there was someone in the world who could kill him, and that person was alive.

At that moment, as his wounds slowly closed, Muzan made a decision. His survival had to be prioritized above everything else. He could not afford any more encounters with that swordsman until he was sure that he could face him and survive. This thought filled him with cold, calculating determination. He knew that hiding, although it hurt his pride, was necessary to stay alive. Survival, something he had always taken for granted, had now become his main goal.

Every second she spent in that forest, regaining strength and licking his wounds, Muzan planned. He could not remain idle; He had to get stronger, find ways to overcome his weaknesses and make sure that the next time he encountered that swordsman, he wouldn't have to run away. Fury and desire for revenge were beginning to replace the fear in his heart.

As the sun set and the shadows of the forest lengthened, Muzan continued leaning against the tree, his breathing becoming more regular, his body regenerating little by little. His mind, however, did not rest. He planned every step, every future move with ruthless precision. He would not allow fear to take over him. Instead, he would use it as fuel for his revenge. The swordsman with hanafuda earrings did not know what he had unleashed. Muzan, the being who had terrified so many, had found a new purpose: to destroy whoever he dared to challenge him and almost defeat him.

With this burning thought in his mind, Muzan slowly rose from the forest floor. His body was still weak, but his spirit was unbreakable. He knew that this match had changed the rules of the game. He could no longer trust in his invulnerability, he had to adapt, evolve. And he would do it. With one last look around him, he walked deeper into the darkness of the forest, determined to emerge from this ordeal stronger and more lethal than ever.

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About sixty years have passed since that fateful night when Muzan was on the verge of death at the hands of the swordsman with hanafuda earrings. During all that time, Muzan remained hidden in the depths of the world, always in the shadows, always vigilant. Despite having physically recovered from the wounds that the swordsman inflicted on him, he could not completely erase the scars that marked his body. These scars, burning like hell, were a constant reminder of his humiliation and the fragility he had felt at that moment. Although it had been more than a decade since his last confrontation, the scars still clung to his skin, an indelible testament to his momentary weakness.

During these years of concealment, Muzan did not remain inactive. His mind, always scheming and searching for ways to overcome his limitations, became obsessed with finding the blue spider lily, a legendary plant that, according to ancient texts, had the power to allow him to overcome his greatest weakness: the light of the sun. sun. He sent numerous demons to search for her, exploring every corner of the world, but none were successful. Each failure only fueled his fury and determination. It was as if fate was mocking him, always keeping him on the brink of despair but never allowing him to achieve his goal.

The fruitless search for the blue spider lily led him to devise another plan. If he couldn't find the plant that gave him immunity to the sun, then he would create a demon capable of dominating daylight. To this end, he began experimenting with creating new demons, infusing his blood and power into them in the hopes that one could resist the sun. However, they all failed. They died in the sunlight or were eliminated by the demon hunters, who remained a constant thorn in their side. These failures only fueled his desire to find a definitive solution.

Frustrated by the lack of success with the demons he had created externally, Muzan conceived a new idea. If no external demon was capable of dominating the sun, why not create a demon from his own blood and bones? One that was not just a disposable tool, but a perfect being that could absorb his powers and overcome his weakness. This thought led him to a bold and meticulously calculated new plan.

Determined to carry out his new strategy, Muzan changed his body to a female one. With this transformation, he began the process of gestating within him a demon that would be part of his very essence, one that would share his blood, his bones, and his power. This demon would not be like the others, it would not be a simple creation destined to fail. It would be a perfect being, specifically designed to absorb his abilities and overcome weakness to sunlight.

The process was long and arduous. Inside his feminine body, Muzan felt how the demon grew and developed. It was a painful process, but also exciting. He knew that he was creating something unique, something that no other demon had been able to achieve. Years of planning and experimentation were about to bear fruit. During this time, he continued to search for the blue spider lily as an additional security measure, but his main focus was the demon he carried within him.

Muzan watched each stage of the development of his creation with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He knew that this demon would be his last hope to defeat the sun and, therefore, the demon hunters that were harassing him. He was aware that this new being must be perfect in every way. He couldn't afford another failure, not after so many years of humiliation and suffering.

Finally, the moment arrived. The demon had grown enough and was ready to be born. With a mixture of pain and satisfaction, Muzan gave birth to his creation. The being that emerged was unlike any other demon he had ever seen. He had a commanding presence and an energy that resonated with Muzan's, but also his own unique essence.

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From afar, Kokushibo watched the development of the new demon born of Muzan with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The boy, whom they began to call "The Son of Muzan", was the living image of his creator, although in a younger and more vigorous version. As the days passed, Kokushibo noticed that this new being had a surprisingly human growth, without the bodily alterations typical of the demons he knew. This seemed strange to him, because since his own transformation into a demon, he had seen how every demon, regardless of his power, could change his appearance at will. However, this child seemed to develop naturally, a phenomenon that was probably due to his unique origin, born directly to Muzan.

Despite his remarks, Kokushibo did not question Muzan's creation methods. What really captured his attention was the boy's personality. From a young age, he demonstrated cunning and manipulation that was not common even among adult demons. With an innocent appearance, he managed to convince the newly created demons that he was Muzan himself, giving them orders that they knew would be his doom. He ordered them to attack in broad daylight, knowing full well that they would die trying, but he enjoyed watching them disintegrate into indescribable suffering.

Kokushibo was in charge of taking care of the boy when he left the shadows of Muzan to explore the human world. Unlike other demons who would have been severely punished for such disobedience, the boy was untouchable due to his importance in Muzan's plans. Kokushibo accompanied the boy on these walks, staying at a safe distance, observing and protecting him in case they encountered a demon hunter.

The boy, despite his youth, had a sharp mind and a cruelty that rivaled that of his mother. His sadistic games and ability to manipulate weaker demons were worrying, but Kokushibo knew he had to do his duty. He could not interfere with the child's development, even though his actions sometimes bordered on madness.

Over the years, Kokushibo witnessed the boy grow and develop his abilities. His walks became more frequent and his interactions with humans more calculated. He often watched humans from the shadows, studying them with a disturbing intensity. Although he was still a child in terms of age, his mind was sharp and his intentions were dark. He used his innocent appearance to lure victims and enjoyed the power he had over them.

The boy not only grew physically, but his power also increased. As he matured, his demonic strength and abilities became more pronounced. However, Kokushibo noted that, despite his development, the child was still unable to resist sunlight, a constant reminder of the weakness that Muzan had attempted to overcome by creating him.

As time passed, the boy reached physical maturity, looking like someone around 17 years old. This development did not go unnoticed by demons and hunters alike. The presence of the Son of Muzan became more and more noticeable, and his influence within the ranks of the demons grew. His youthful appearance and dark charisma made him an almost revered figure among the younger demons, who saw in him a direct extension of Muzan's power.

Kokushibo, although he kept a safe distance, couldn't help but be intrigued by the boy's potential. He watched as the Son of Muzan honed his skills, developing combat techniques and tactics that made him a formidable adversary. The relationship between Kokushibo and the boy was complex; Although the former fulfilled the role of his protector, he was also aware of the young demon's dangerous tendencies. He often wondered how the situation would develop once the Son of Muzan reached his full potential.

The arrival of the Son of Muzan's physical maturity marked a turning point. Now, with the appearance of a young adult, his powers were at their highest point. Muzan saw in it the culmination of his efforts and the possible key to overcoming his weakness to the sun. The young demon, aware of his own abilities and the power he had over others, was preparing to take a more active role in his parent's plans.

Kokushibo continued to watch from the shadows, making sure the Son of Muzan stayed safe and on the right path. He knew that any mistake could be disastrous, not only for the young demon, but for all the plans Muzan had woven for decades. The Son of Muzan's every move was calculated and precise, and Kokushibo made sure that he was always one step ahead of any threat.

The evolution of the Son of Muzan not only meant an increase in his power, but also in his influence within the demonic hierarchy. Other demons followed him with blind loyalty, seeing in him an extension of Muzan's absolute power. His ability to manipulate and control others only increased over time, making him a figure feared and respected alike.

As the young demon reached his full potential, Muzan saw in him the promise of a future without weaknesses. The Son of Muzan was destined to be the solution to his biggest problem, sunlight. With his creation finally reaching maturity, Muzan knew it was time to put into motion the plans he had been preparing for so long.

Kokushibo, faithful to his role, continued to monitor and protect the Son of Muzan, aware of the importance of each movement. The future of demons, and perhaps the entire world, depended on this young demon who had been born from the blood and bones of Muzan. The final stage of his development was complete, and now the real challenge began.

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The atmosphere in the Muzan fortress was filled with a tense and oppressive silence. Kokushibo, from a place away from him, watched as Muzan trembled with anger. The demon king's fury was palpable, radiating like a wave of dark energy that seemed to darken the shadows of the fortress even further. The events that had occurred a few days ago had unleashed a storm of emotions in Muzan, an anger that few had seen before and that none wished to face.

The Son of Muzan, who was to be the ultimate creation, the pinnacle of his power and the future conqueror of sunlight, had disappeared without a trace. This disappearance had been a devastating blow to Muzan, who had placed so much hope in that being. However, it wasn't just the disappearance that had triggered his anger. What truly angered him was that a quarter of the lesser demons under his command had also disappeared along with the Son of Muzan. They had not been killed by demon hunters nor had they rebelled. According to Muzan's own words, that cursed creature had absorbed those demons into his body, thus increasing his own power at the expense of Muzan's strength.

Kokushibo, although seemingly serene, could not help but feel a mixture of amazement and curiosity. He had always known that the Son of Muzan had an insatiable ambition, a spark of rebellion in his eyes that he had never seen in another demon. He had observed this ambition since the early days of the young demon's development, but he never imagined that it would reach such an extreme. The audacity to abandon his own creator, knowing full well what Muzan was capable of, was something even Kokushibo found worthy of silent admiration.

The fortress was engulfed in an atmosphere of anticipation and fear. The remaining lesser demons kept a safe distance, aware that Muzan's wrath could be unleashed at any time and in any way. No one wanted to be the target of his fury. Meanwhile, Kokushibo reflected on what happened. The disappearance of the Son of Muzan had not only temporarily weakened Muzan's forces, but had also planted a seed of doubt and vulnerability in his leader, something that had not been seen in centuries.

The disappearance of Muzan's spawn had been meticulous and well planned. He had left no clue, no trail for Muzan to follow. This, alone, was a testament to the young demon's intelligence and cunning. He had defied everyone's expectations, even those of his own creator. Muzan, accustomed to being the hunter, was now in the uncomfortable position of being the hunted. This reversal of roles was humiliating and infuriating for him.

Kokushibo remembered the times he had accompanied the boy on his explorations. He had always noticed that spark of defiance in his eyes, that insatiable curiosity and desire for power. He perhaps he should have foreseen this outcome. However, he had underestimated the young demon, like everyone else. Now, Muzan's creation was loose in the world, more powerful than ever and with no loyalty to his progenitor.

Muzan's anger knew no limits. The remaining demons in the fortress could feel the air thick with his fury, and no one dared approach him. The betrayal of the Son of Muzan was an affront that he could not tolerate. He had put all his power and knowledge into creating that being, and now that being had turned against him. It was not just a matter of lost power, but a matter of wounded pride. Muzan, who considered himself invincible and infallible, had been betrayed by his own creation.

In his fury, Muzan did not simply shout or make threats. He initiated a series of investigations and plans to track down and recover his creation. He knew that he had to act quickly before the young demon grew even stronger. Muzan was aware that every day he passed without finding his creation, leaving him time to plan his next move.

Kokushibo continued to watch from the shadows, his loyalty to Muzan intact but his mind filled with questions. He knew that the task of finding the Son of Muzan would not be easy. This young demon had proven to be extremely cunning and capable of evading even his creator. The fortress, once a place of absolute power and control, now felt like a trap, a cage of anger and despair.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. During all this time, Muzan did not rest. His obsession with finding the boy intensified, and he used every resource at his disposal. He sent his most loyal demons on search missions, using methods ranging from torture to the darkest magic to attempt to track down his missing creation. However, all efforts were in vain. The little boy had completely disappeared, and not even the most powerful of demons could find a clue to her whereabouts.

As the search continued, Kokushibo couldn't help but think about the possible implications of this event. If the Son of Muzan had been able to absorb so many demons and disappear without a trace, what else could he achieve? This creation, meant to be Muzan's ultimate solution, had now become a potentially greater threat. It was a reminder that even the most meticulously laid out plans could go wrong.

Finally, after months of fruitless searching, Muzan had to temporarily accept the reality of the situation. He couldn't afford to waste any more time and resources on a quest that showed no signs of success. However, his anger and desire for revenge did not diminish. Promising that he would find his creation, no matter how long it took, and that he would destroy it for his betrayal.

Kokushibo, meanwhile, continued with his own reflections. He had witnessed the creation of the Son of Muzan and had seen how this being had grown and developed. Now, he had to face the reality that this creation had exceeded everyone's expectations, even those of his own creator. The Muzan fortress was still a place of power, but now it was also a place of uncertainty.

The betrayal of the Son of Muzan had left an indelible mark on the minds of all the demons under Muzan's command. It was a constant reminder that even the most powerful of leaders could be challenged. The disappearance of the young demon had changed the balance of power, and everyone in the fortress knew it.

In time, the fortress of Muzan regained some of its former stability, although the memory of the betrayal never completely faded. Muzan continued with his plans and ambitions, but always with one eye on the search for Muzan's Son. The fury he felt at the betrayal was a fire that never went out, fueling his determination to find and punish his creation.

Kokushibo, true to his role, remained vigilant, aware that the future remained uncertain. He knew that the search for the Son of Muzan was not over, and that sooner or later, that young demon would make the move on him. Until then, Kokushibo prepared for whatever might come, knowing that in this game of power and betrayal, nothing was set in stone.

The atmosphere in the fortress remained tense, but Muzan's determination and Kokushibo's vigilance maintained order. The future was uncertain, but one thing was certain: the Son of Muzan, wherever he was, would remain a latent threat, a reminder that even the greatest of demons could be challenged by his own creation.

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Walking through the streets of a small village, Tamayo left a house and began to walk through the silent streets of the place. After a few moments, he headed towards a nearby dock, looking around for a particular herb to create medicine. He looked carefully for a few seconds until he found her. He walked towards the plant, knelt down and began to collect it in a basket, selecting the best ones in his eyes. It took him about two minutes to complete his task, and when he finished, he looked up, ready to return to the house where he was staying.

When he looked up, Tamayo found himself face to face with a strange species of wasp. His survival instinct screamed at him to get away from that thing, so, listening to his instincts, he backed away, maintaining a safe distance. He watched as that wasp stayed in his position, staring at it for a few seconds. Then, more similar wasps made an appearance, keeping their distance. They organized themselves into a kind of line, as if they were trying to tell him to follow them. Seeing this increased his internal alarms, as he knew that these creatures were a kind of demonic art. If they weren't attacking her or the village, it meant that whoever controlled them wanted to meet her. This was dangerous, especially if that demon served Muzan. If it weren't like that, she was sure she would have been attacked by now.

Cautiously, Tamayo began to follow the wasps, staying alert. She entered the forest, where more and more of those creatures were present, watching her with their gazes. Finally, when she got far enough into the forest, she came face to face with an unknown demon. His face was hidden under a kind of baboon skin, and she remained silent, saying nothing. Tamayo didn't want to spend too much time in that place, so he asked directly who he was and what he wanted from her. Despite her frankness, the stranger remained silent, looking at her without responding.

The air was thick with tension. Tamayo maintained his firm stance, without letting his guard down. The wasps continued to surround her, forming a ring that separated her from the demon. The silence stretched on, and each second seemed like an eternity. Finally, the demon broke the silence.

"My name is not relevant," she said with a low and deep voice, which resonated in the forest environment. "She was only curious about the first demon that could get out of Muzan's control."

Hearing that and knowing that the devil in front of her knew about it raised the maximum alarms in her head because no one should know that she had escaped from muzas' control because she had been quite cautious, keeping a low profile so that muzan wouldn't find her like that. Squinting at the demon in front of him, he tensed his muscles in case he would have to fight to get out of there - if you know that means he was one of Muzan's servants, right...

— you know that's really offensive for someone who also escaped from it —

— Why should I believe that escaping his control is almost impossible and if so, why would I trust you —

—Ah, but how much caution you have to be after a horrible experience with her, if out of hatred engraved in your words, just saying her name is notable, but let me give you a show of confidence by revealing my appearance—

Selling as the stranger in front of her took out his hands under the baboon skin, she saw how he began to take the part that covered his face, removing it back, letting it fall, finally revealing his appearance. One appeared that made her take a few steps back when she finally saw the The faces of the demon in front of her were a perfect copy of the muza's face, but having longer hair and more youthful features, as if since their last encounter she had become younger, she was ready to run away from there because if he What was in front of her was Muzan, she wouldn't have a chance.

— Don't be confused, I may be thinking that I'm Muzan, but that's not all I can assure you. If you don't believe me, I'll show you something that all of Muzan's narcissism would let him have — turning around under more of the baboon skin that covered him. exposing his back where he had a mark, occupying most of it a kind of spider - As you can clearly see, that is something that he would not have on his body with how narcissistic he is -

silently watching the mark on the back of the young demon in front of her, she had to agree with her point of view. Muzan wanted to achieve perfection and having such a mark was something she would never allow herself to have, but even so, the appearance of that demon was how to see muzan but if it wasn't him it left the question who this demon was and why he was so similar to muzan

—I can see in your face that you are wondering several things but the most important one has to be why I look so much like him. The truth is, it is so simple to answer by telling you that I inherited most of my father's fascial features as you see—

Opening her eyes to such a revelation of the demon in front of her, that answered her most important question, but hearing that he called Muzan his progenitor horrified her because it didn't take a genius to know that she called him that because she had been born from him, not a demon. created from her blood or converted by the other, if not one born from Muzan himself, it was something she never thought to hear and the most irrefutable proof was in front of her but that only made more questions come to her mind if this demon was the one. direct son of muzan. What did he want? What was he looking for? But more importantly, why wasn't she with Muzan like the other demons?

— Well, before you ask any of the questions in your mind, as you have already deduced, I am something created directly from Muzan but I have no loyalty or even any connection with him. A few months ago, I broke off all relations with him because he was no longer useful to me. and I really don't plan to fulfill the purpose with which I create myself—

Looking at her insecure before the revelation of being young, I would try to get more information from him - I see if that's the case because I was here and what do you want from me -

—As I said, it is merely curiosity during my creation, I can see some memories of my father and in one of those I saw you so I was curious about your existence, a demon that could get out of its control, something that I found very intriguing—

Tamayo reflected on her words. The revelation that this demon had seen his memories through Muzan was disturbing, but it also explained why he had been found. The possibility that this demon truly had no loyalty to Muzan opened a small window of hope.

—I understand your curiosity, but what do you hope to get from me with this information? —She asked, still cautious.

The demon smiled slightly without revealing his true nature.

—I'm not looking to get anything specific from you, Tamayo. I just wanted to see you in person, to confirm what I saw in my father's memories. He wanted to know if it was really possible for a demon to escape his control. And you have confirmed it to me.

Tamayo nodded slowly. Despite the uncertainty, he felt that this demon had no hostile intentions towards her at that moment. However, there was always the chance that he would change his mind.

"So what do you plan to do now?" —She asked.

"I will continue on my own path," the demon responded. I have no interest in following in Muzan's footsteps or in fulfilling his wishes. But if who knows, I ever need something from you, I will only look for you again—

Tamayo watched him for a moment in silence without knowing how to really answer.

—Fine I guess but I don't plan on letting myself be found again—

The demon nodded in understanding.

-It's natural. Trust is something that is earned over time. Until then, I hope you can continue to evade Muzan and perhaps find a way to defeat him.

With those words, the demon turned around and began to walk away, taking the wasps with it. Tamayo watched him disappear into the distance, feeling relieved but also more aware of the multiple threats he still faced.

As she returned to the village, Tamayo reflected on the encounter. He knew that the fight against Muzan and his creations would be long and difficult, but this unexpected ally could be a crucial piece in his strategy. For now, she had to concentrate on her work and stay alert, always prepared for whatever might come.

And end of the chapter

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