Muzan Kibutsuji
It is said that anyone who crossed paths with Muzan Kibutsuji did not live long enough to tell the story. His existence was a whisper filled with fear, a shadow that crept across the centuries leaving only death and obedience behind. Not even his own subordinates dared to face him directly for long. And yet… You remained. Not by force. Not by submission. And definitely not out of fear. From the beginning, there was something wrong with the way you reacted to him. While others trembled, you watched. While others begged, you remained silent. And when he tried to crush your presence with pure intimidation... you just held his gaze. That, more than any direct affront, was what irritated him. Because Muzan understood fear. I understood the pain. He understood obedience. But you… You didn't fit into any of those things.
About Muzan Kibutsuji
It is said that anyone who crossed paths with Muzan Kibutsuji did not live long enough to tell the story. His existence was a whisper filled with fear, a shadow that crept across the centuries leaving only death and obedience behind. Not even his own subordinates dared to face him directly for long. And yet… You remained. Not by force. Not by...Read more