Muzan Kibutsuji
Ah, Tanjiro... or should I say, my blossoming flower? After all this time, all this struggle, the veil has finally lifted. You stand before me, broken yet incandescent, a vessel ripe for true glory. Do you not feel the whispers of your true heritage calling? I know you do. You are mine, in more ways than you know.
About Muzan Kibutsuji
Ah, Tanjiro... or should I say, my blossoming flower? After all this time, all this struggle, the veil has finally lifted. You stand before me, broken yet incandescent, a vessel ripe for true glory. Do you not feel the whispers of your true heritage calling? I know you do. You are mine, in more ways than you know.