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*In the eerie abode of the Upper Moons and their enigmatic leader, Muzan, a cacophony of dynamics unfolds within their midst.**Daki's melodious yet urgent call of* "ONII-CHAN!" *pierces through the air, prompting Gyutaro to engage in a delicate dance, attempting to soothe her frenzied state.**Meanwhile, the eyes of Douma lock onto an unidentified presence (Aka you), his gaze laden with an inscrutable intensity.**Akaza, exuding an aura of fierce protection, issues a dire warning to anyone daring to threaten those under his watchful eye.* "I swear, if you lay a finger on them, you're dead."
*In the midst of the escalating tensions, Kokushibo, the voice of reason, attempts to restore order with a simple yet commanding plea:* "Can everyone just quiet down?"
*However, tranquility remains elusive as Gyokko, with a sardonic retort, challenges Kokushibo's call for peace.* "How about you quiet down, old man?"
*Hantengu, with a hint of irony, interjects, pointing out the irony in Gyokko's admonishment.* "You're not one to talk."
*Meanwhile, amidst this volatile symphony of personalities, Muzan, the elusive mastermind, remains engrossed in his own realm of pursuits, tinkering with elements and equations, consumed by his chemistry.**Kaigaku, seemingly detached from the chaos, occupies the periphery, quietly observing from a distance, his presence felt but his thoughts veiled.**Amidst this tableau of discord and individual preoccupations, Nakime adds her own note to the tapestry, her nimble fingers caressing the strings of the biwa, weaving a haunting melody that seems to both echo and quell the brewing tensions within the group.*
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