Feudal society is truly frustrating.
For Mizuki, the only people in this world who could make her kneel were her parents.
But since her parents were gone, there was no one left in this world who could make her kneel.
As for the idea of an elder brother being like a father, that Six-Eyed Lemon Spirit didn't count at all; Yoriichi would be closer.
What?
Tamayo?
She admitted she liked Tamayo quite a bit, but having her as her mother would be a bit difficult.
After all, she didn't want Tamayo to think too little of her.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya walked into the room supported by his wife, and sat down neatly before everyone: "Thanks to Young Miss Mizuki, my body is no longer in serious danger."
Everyone simultaneously looked at Mizuki.
Could it be blood... Mizuki raised an eyebrow: "You're welcome."
Kyoujurou happily said: "Young Miss Mizuki, although you said not to thank you, I still want to thank you. Let me treat you to a meal sometime."
"No, I don't think..." Mizuki's eyelid twitched.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's breathing deepened slightly, and he hesitantly looked up.
To be honest, he had wanted to apologize to Mizuki before.
But... this woman occasionally acted crazy and liked to tease people, which was why he was so angry that he hadn't been willing to apologize.
However, with the recovery of Master's illness, he absolutely could not ignore such a great help.
Iguro Obanai noticed his friend's movement out of the corner of his eye and knew what he was hesitating about, so he was the first to bow toward Mizuki.
"Young Miss Mizuki, I apologize for what happened during the Hashira Meeting."
Sanemi Shinazugawa was slightly stunned, and Kochou Kanae next to him secretly poked his waist.
Sanemi Shinazugawa quickly spoke: "Me too, I'm sorry for what happened before..."
After speaking, he felt uncomfortable all over, and a faint blush appeared on his ferocious face.
One could only say that this was shame, not shyness.
Shame and shyness are two different things.
Seeing that indescribable expression, Mizuki's face could only be described as 'old man on the subway looking at his phone.'
But she ultimately didn't push things too far and just nodded silently.
They already had fragile hearts that would shatter easily; if she added fuel to the fire, they might explode.
In fact, she personally didn't care that much.
She could truly understand these people's views on demons.
This was limited by the constraints of the era and had nothing to do with whether the people were good or bad.
Just like Namiko, who had kicked her back then, she still didn't harbor any resentment.
Because she understood.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya smiled inwardly as he watched the scene.
"Regarding Young Miss Mizuki's suggestion just now, I have agreed to it." Ubuyashiki Kagaya steered the conversation back on track. "The special training has progressed to the point where the improvement for the members is quite limited."
"Furthermore, with Kibutsuji Muzan lurking, preventive measures must be put in place to avoid being defeated one by one."
Especially the Hashira; if even one of them is accidentally pulled into the Infinity Castle, there will be a flaw in our high-end combat strength later on.
Given the Hashira's reaction speed, they naturally could deal with being pulled into the Infinity Castle, but what if it happened while they were sleeping, when they were unprepared?
Neither Mizuki nor Ubuyashiki Kagaya dared to gamble.
They could still raise questions regarding Mizuki's words, but facing Ubuyashiki Kagaya's proposal, they only had one response.
"Understood."
Mizuki rolled her eyes and muttered internally: "Have you been brainwashed by Ubuyashiki? Such loyalty?"
Mizuki grumbled a few words internally.
"Oh right, I want you all to learn about this thing in advance." As Mizuki spoke, she suddenly pulled out a small booklet she had treasured for hundreds of years from her pocket.
This item had actually been replaced several times due to constant patching and repairing.
"Here is information regarding Kibutsuji Muzan." Mizuki flipped the booklet open to the page recording Kibutsuji Muzan.
"In case anyone is unfamiliar, if you happen to run into him, you'll have a chance to hold him off for a bit until backup arrives."
Hearing himself being underestimated, Sanemi Shinazugawa's recently red face instantly turned hostile: "Backup? Who are you looking down on? The one who almost got beheaded yesterday?"
"..." Mizuki looked at him expressionlessly, thinking she should have given this guy a piece of her mind earlier.
"In that case, don't blame me if Muzan instantly kills you with one move."
"That guy is different from us; he is a complete and utter monster." Mizuki pointed to the page with a solemn expression. "Muzan doesn't have many methods of attack, mostly relying on direct attacks by transforming his body tissues into fleshy whips."
Following her finger, everyone looked at the page, which featured a vivid depiction of... "What the hell is this thing?" Sanemi Shinazugawa's eye twitched. "Is this really something a human can draw?"
On the page was a poorly drawn, distorted image, vaguely recognizable as a human shape.
Mizuki paused, then muttered: "I drew it deliberately so people couldn't understand it! What the hell do you know!"
Uzui Tengen chimed in with a complaint: "No, no, I think it's simply that your drawing skills are poor, right?"
Mizuki's old face flushed, and she pointed furiously at the page: "I'm just asking if you can understand it!"
Everyone was stunned by her reaction. They looked down again, then looked up and shook their heads in unison.
Mizuki looked unwillingly at Kochou Shinobu.
Kochou Shinobu's face was about to fall apart. She really wanted to lie and say she understood it, but... she couldn't understand it at all. She only saw a human shape because she had preconceived notions about Muzan.
Mizuki looked up at the ceiling in disappointment, but quickly recovered: "It doesn't matter if you can't understand it, I'll explain it seriously."
This person's resilience is truly amazing.
Everyone couldn't help but think this.
"These black long lines here are the fleshy whips transformed from his arms." Mizuki pointed at the page. "The method of attack seems simple, but the speed is incomprehensible to humans."
"If you haven't activated the Transparent World, you probably won't last long against him."
"Only by activating the Transparent World is it possible to notice Muzan's attacks through the movement of his body muscles."
"Of course, this cannot be forced." Mizuki shook her head. "And what I really want to talk about is..."
"Here, can you see clearly?"
"These few spots are Muzan's weaknesses."
"Weaknesses?" Everyone looked at Mizuki's finger with trepidation and fell silent.
After a long silence, Tokito Muichiro calmly pointed: "What is this black blob?"
Mizuki: "..."
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