Muzan was trying to remember this waitress. He was wondering if he had heard her name before. But he couldn't recall anything.
After she returned with his order, he looked at her more closely and then finally remembered where he had seen her before.
'I remember her from the original story; she doesn't have a good future. Her neck is in great danger.'
Muzan chuckled while staring at Ozaki's neck. This sweet looking girl was going to break her neck in the future. This would be how she dies.
Ozaki was a demon slayer in the original story, and she would die at the hands of the spider mother. Her death was brutal. She was full of fear before she died.
"Mister, is there something wrong?"
Ozaki blinked with a confused look on her face. For a second she thought Muzan was staring at her neck with amusement.
"Nothing, I am going to start eating. Thank you for your hard work."
Muzan shook his head and smiled at Ozaki. In the future she might become a demon slayer, but right now she was a powerless civilian.
He had nothing to fear from her. The only thing that confused him, was why she would become a demon slayer in the first place, when she liked working in the tavern.
'Why would she join the Demon Slayer Corps? She clearly likes working in here. This is her family business.'
Muzan thought while stirring the miso soup. Maybe something will happen to her in the future that will force her to join the Demon Slayer Corps?
'Whatever, her future tragedy is not my problem. She is of no concern to me.'
Muzan casually watched her leave. After he remembered where he saw her, he didn't care about her anymore.
He ignored the future demon slayer and started eating his food; he will finish the food and then restart his training afterwards.
_Slurp_
Muzan drank some miso soup and took a bite of tempura; he chewed the food carefully.
"I can taste food, but my body can't digest it."
He soon understood that he couldn't digest the food. He didn't have to wait long to realize this because his blood demon art was body manipulation; he had total control over his body.
He could feel that his stomach was rejecting this food.
"At least it tastes good."
Muzan shrugged and continued eating the remaining food. He enjoyed this meal even if he couldn't digest it. He wasn't a beast and knew how to enjoy all kinds of food, not just raw flesh.
Muzan ate like this for half an hour; he peacefully enjoyed the warm atmosphere of this tavern. And after he finished eating, he took an umbrella and left the tavern.
At first he wanted to stay here longer, but this place was not good for training anymore. Guests have started coming to eat; training here would be too noticeable.
"I have to leave."
"There are a lot of customers coming here. Someone might notice me burning myself by the window."
"I can't train in such a place."
Muzan stretched his body. If people saw him burning in broad daylight, they would realize he is a demon, and demon slayers would come for him.
He didn't have time to play with the demon slayers right now. He wanted to seriously start his sunlight resistance training.
"Although training outside like this will be riskier, than training in the tavern."
Muzan came outside and took a deep breath. After coming out of the tavern, he felt a deep sense of fear. There was sunlight all around him; his only protection was this umbrella.
This was scary. One wrong step and he would die.
"How horrible."
Muzan quickly ran towards a shadowy place. His destination was a dark alley. After running to this dark and dim alley, he felt somewhat safe.
_Fizzzz_
When he confirmed that he was relatively safe, he finally had time to look at his burning leg. Muzan frowned with displeasure when looking at this.
When he was running to hide a corner of his leg was exposed to the sun, and it caught fire instantly. Muzan felt the danger of death around him yet again, but he knew he had to face this.
This was an inevitable step to beat his fear of sunlight; this was necessary training before eating the blue lily. So Muzan ignored the pain and took a deep breath.
_Step_
Once again he left the alley and moved towards the sun while holding his umbrella.
This time Muzan purposely exposed a part of his body to the sun. Time and time again, Muzan kept repeating this torturous process. He burned, and he regenerated.
He was constantly choosing roads that had fewer people and then hiding inside alleyways. Muzan did this painful training for the whole day. He hid, he suffered, he tried to adapt, and then he did it all over again.
He didn't stop until the sun had set completely. When Muzan came to his senses, the surroundings were already dark. And cold nighttime wind was blowing through his face.
"I actually did it; I ignored my fear and trained directly under the sun."
Muzan looked at the round moon with relief. He rubbed his hair and smiled softly. The night moon gave him such a familiar feeling.
"I have to hide in the shadows for now, but soon, I'll be able to bravely face the sun."
Muzan was satisfied with today's training. He was in a great mood right now. It was nighttime, which was his safe zone, he had tasted human food not long ago; it was a great day overall.
_Crash_
Which was why the sudden shattering sound and the feeling of something wet splashing on him from the sky made Muzan pause, then clench his fist tightly.
_Drip_
Muzan's body was now dripping wet; someone had splashed something on him from the first floor. His forehead veins were throbbing.