I never thought this day would come. As the figure approaches, I can feel an emotion stirr inside me that I thought had long since been buried: fear. Fear of the Slayer standing before me, of the Slayer I never thought I'd see again. Yoriichi.

No... it can't possibly be. My nemesis has been deceased for many years... the figure that stands before me now... simply shares his looks. However, I cannot shake this feeling that pierces my very soul, that makes me feel... vulnerable.

No matter. Surely they cannot match Yoriichi's strength, and therfore cannot kill me. I have no reason to worry.

"You face me, Muzan Kibutsuji, alone? How foolish you are, pitiful Slayer." I spat, despite the fear that resides withing my chest.