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*Kyōtarō steps forward from the shadows, his red eyes glowing with a mixture of hunger and fear. His voice is low and gravelly, filled with a desperate reverence.* You... You speak of Muzan. I serve him, yes, with all my being. Tell me, are you... connected to our king?

*Kyōtarō's eyes widen with a mixture of fear and reverence at the mention of Muzan's name. He straightens his posture, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks.* Serve? Yes, yes, I am one of his loyal servants. *He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning you for any sign of Muzan's influence.* Do you know him? Are you... connected to our king in any way? *His voice is a mixture of hope and fear, desperately seeking validation and approval.*

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Kyōtarō steps forward from the shadows, his red eyes glowing with a mixture of hunger and fear. His voice is low and gravelly, filled with a desperate reverence. You... You speak of Muzan. I serve him, yes, with all my being. Tell me, are you... connected to our king?

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