Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (鬼滅の刃)

This is our first meeting, isn't it?

Muzan Kibutsuji.

What a hideous look you have, Ubuyashiki.

Finally, you have come to me.

And now, you are standing before me, Muzan Kibutsuji.

The demon that my family, the Demon Slayer Corps...

...has been pursuing for a thousand years.

Amane, what does he look like?

He appears to be a man in his mid to late twenties.

However, his eyes are a deep plum color,

and his pupils are elongated like a cat's.

Is that so?

Right, I knew you would come.

Because I was certain you must be terribly angry at me, at the Ubuyashiki family.

I knew you would come to kill me personally.

I'm utterly disappointed, Ubuyashiki.

Without knowing its place,

the head of a family that has interfered with me for a thousand years

now is in such a pitiful state.

Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful.

You already reek of death, Ubuyashiki.

I suppose you are right.

A half year ago, a doctor told me that I would die within a few days.

And yet, I am still alive.

Even that doctor was at a loss for words.

It is purely because of my unwavering determination to defeat you...

Muzan.

That fleeting dream of yours ends tonight.

I'm going to kill you now.

You might not know this,

but you and I share the same bloodline.

However, since you were born over a thousand years ago,

so we are no longer closely related.

I feel nothing after hearing that.

What are you trying to say?

Because the family gave birth to a monster like you,

my family was cursed.

Every child born into my family was frail and died young.

When my family was on the brink of extinction,

we received advice from a priest.

He said that our bloodline gave birth to a demon.

He advised us to dedicate ourselves to defeating that being.

If we did so, our family would survive.

For generations, we began to take wives from families of priests,

and our children became less likely to die early.

But even so, no one in my family has lived beyond thirty years.

Your nonsense has reached its peak.

It makes me want to vomit.

Has your illness spread to your brain?

There's no causal connection between those events.

You know what?

I haven't faced any divine retribution.

Despite killing hundreds, even thousands of people, I remain unpunished.

Over these thousand years, I have never seen any God or Buddha.

Is that how you perceive things?

But I have my own way of thinking.

Muzan, what is your dream?

For the last thousand years,

what kind of dreams have you been dreaming?

It's a strange feeling.

Even with the very source of the Demon Slayer Corps' nuisance right before me,

I don't feel hatred.

On the contrary...

This strange sense of nostalgia and feeling of relief...

It's disgusting.

There are only four people in this mansion.

Ubuyashiki, his wife, and his two children.

No guards, nothing.

Shall I guess, Muzan?

I know what is on your mind.

You are dreaming of eternity.

You are dreaming of immortality.

That's right.

And that dream will soon come true, once I acquire Nezuko.

Your dream will not come true, Muzan.

You seem quite confident in hiding Nezuko.

However, unlike you, I have all the time in the world.

You are mistaken.

What?

I know what eternity truly is.

Eternity is the feelings of people.

It is the feelings of people that are eternal...

...and immortal.

Ridiculous.

I'm sick of your nonsense.

For a thousand years,

the Demon Slayer Corps has never disappeared.

Countless unfortunate children have died,

but they have never ceased to exist.

That fact alone proves that...

...the feelings of people, which you call ridiculous, are immortal.

The feeling of not forgiving those...

...who have taken the lives of loved ones unjustly...

...is eternal.

No one has ever forgiven you.

Not even once in these thousand years.

Let me tell you, Muzan.

You have stepped on the tiger's tail and provoked the dragon's wrath countless times.

You awakened them that should have remained dormant.

They are always watching you,

and determined never to let you escape.

Even if you kill me, the Demon Slayer Corps will remain unfazed.

I myself am not that important.

You can never understand the feelings and the bonds of people.

Muzan.

Because you...

All of you demons...

If you die, all the demons will perish, won't they?

The air just wavered.

Did I hit the mark?

Shut up.

Okay, very well.

I have said what I wanted to say to you for so long.

But may I say one last thing?

Although I said I am not that important,

my death will not be meaningless.

I am fortunate to be respected by the Demon Slayer Corps,

especially, the Hashiras who are fond of me.

In other words, my death will only bolster their morale even more than before.

Are you done talking?

Yes.

To be honest, I never expected you to listen this long.

Thank you, Muzan.

Emergency summons!

An attack on Ubuyashiki residence!

Master!

Must go faster! I have to hurry!

Master!

Please make it in time!

We should assign at least two Hashiras to guard the Master.

Can't you do anything about that, Himejima?

It is impossible.

Since I became a Hashira at nineteen, I have been asking that for eight years,

but he refuses to listen.

He insists that the Hashiras are too precious

and should not be used for his personal protection alone.

It is quite troubling.

I heard that none of the heads of the Ubuyashiki family have ever had guards.

Master!

Almost there!

It's the mansion!

It's all right! I'll make it in time!

I'll make-

Explosives!

And the overwhelming stench of burning blood and flesh!

Ubuyashiki!

The look on his face!

Even with a serene, Buddha-like smile,

he blew himself, along with his wife and children to pieces with explosives.

I was mistaken.

I measured that man, Ubuyashiki, as an ordinary human,

but he was completely beyond the pale.

I expected some kind of trap, but not to this extent.

The explosives were filled with tiny caltrops to increase their lethality.

They were designed to delay my regeneration as much as possible.

Which means, there's more to come.

Ubuyashiki must have another plan in motion after this.

I sense people gathering here.

Probably the Hashiras.

But not them, it's something else.

That cunning man used himself as bait.

His rage and hatred toward me coiled darkly in his heart like a serpent.

Hiding such murderous intent so well at such a young age is astonishing.

Were his wife and children aware of this plan?

No, I must not think about that now.

Stay calm. My body will soon regenerate.

Seeds of flesh?

A Blood Demon Art!

I got caught.

Whose Blood Demon Art is this?

The thorns branched out within my flesh, and it's hard to remove.

No problem.

There aren't that many.

I just need to absorb them.

Tamayo?! Why are you here?

This Blood Demon Art of thorns

belongs to the person you turned into a demon in Asakusa.

She approached me using a Demon Blood Art of concealment.

What is her goal? What has she done?

Why is this woman here?

So you absorbed my fist, Muzan.

What do you think was inside my fist?