It was evening when Mike-... ahem.. Muzan suddenly appeared on the territory of the butterfly mansion. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, his hair slicked back and black men's shoes. The Hashiras sitting on the training ground jumped up, surprised by the uninvited guest. No one knew what Muzan looked like, but this demon emitted a strange... powerful energy.

Tengen: "Oi, oi- Demon!"

Tengen was the first to notice him, taking his Niirichin daggers in his hands, clutching them in front of his chest. The others followed, getting into fighting stances. A chuckle was heard from the demon, and he just looked around, enjoying the whole garden near the butterfly mansion.

Muzan: "Hmm.. How rude."

His gaze swept over the Hashiras before suddenly landing on the dark blue haired man. Native blood.. That one... Muzan quickly moved closer to Tomioka in one step, almost as if he had teleported. His red eyes looked into the familiar blue eyes, allowing his finger to touch the water Hashira's chin.

Muzan: "Good old times, right? I see you've grown up.. son."

Tomioka flinched slightly at the demon's words before jumping away from Muzan and his hand. His face remained calm, but his nervous breathing gave away all the feelings inside.