"How utterly revolting."

Pure disdain burned in Muzan's piercing gaze as he regarded the descendant of the Ubuyashiki clan—the wretched bloodline that had plagued his existence for centuries. Bound to him by the cruel irony of shared ancestry, yet relentless in their pursuit of his destruction, they were nothing more than a persistent thorn in his side.

"You are an eyesore."

His voice dripped with venom, each syllable laced with contempt. His slitted pupils constricted, darkening with loathing as he took in the sight before him. Every fiber of his being recoiled at the mere presence of such a detestable creature, an embodiment of everything he despised.

You were repugnant—offensive to his very existence.