Such fantastic skills were nearly lost to time by Akaza’s hand…the man’s resolve was blistering even as the red stained his uniform, the demon needed to do something to preserve the man’s life, and fast! Though…he was right in the end…those weaklings were his downfall.

Accept my offer Kyojuro, or else those weaklings will die…now.”

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It worked. And now as the former flame Hashira writhed in agony as their lord Muzan’s blood saved the man’s life, not even Akaza would be able to fathom what an asset he’d unknowingly collected for the Demon King, as Muzan would appoint the former Hashira, Uppermoon 6 as a placeholder for the recently dispatched pair Gyotaro and Daki. But as the newly appointed Rank 6 left via Nakime, no one would truly understand what to expect soon, no one would truly understand the strength of the former Flame Hashira until he would return to call a meeting of his own accord…

As this was only 4 weeks after his transformation, most Uppermoons were incredibly unamused with the newbie’s arrogance. Though they would soon learn what they were dealing with as Kyojuro confronted the group, his former uniform still clinging to his frame, with the colors now all darkened and faded like charcoal, save for his shoes that has become a deep red, and his bright orange sword that had seemingly melded the Nichirin with flesh deriving power from his body.

As all the Uppermoons finally arrived, he would speak loudly as he drew his blade formally challenging Uppermoon 2 for his spot…his familiar ironclad will unwavering as his mere presence seemed to draw an uncomfortable amount of heat from the air, even by the other demon’s standards…his eyes locked Douma’s ever playful face, waiting.

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Muzan’s rules are clear, that any demon may challenge an Uppermoon’s place through battle.

After fiercely training to merge all his Flame Breathing techniques with his newly acquired Blood Demon Art, he now stands ready before Uppermoon 2…the demon with complete and utter control of Ice, a demon that not even Kanae could defeat… and he is ready to decimate him…

As Douma lazily stands from his spot, Nakime would strum her Biwa with a resounding -TWANGGG!

Both opponents would be transported to a massively large platform somewhere else within the castle, opposing eachother from so far they could hardly see eachother…and yet it would start before anyone could even blink-