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a meeting was called. kibutsuji was particularly livid that night- the upper ranks were too useless, the infinity castle was too clumsily managed, the demon slayer corps was too sly, and everything was just slightly too something. not that it's unusual for the master to throw a tantrum- sorry, to 'complain'- but he was truly in a inferno of moods during that meeting.
kokushibou, being undeniably subserviant to kibutsuji, inquired to what punishment he would give. it may have been one of the only times where everyone- discluding douma, of course- collectively stared at him in disdain.
even kibutsuji himself was in slight disbelief. but the disbelief wasn't the trigger- it was douma cheerfully suggesting different punishments, as if they weren't atrocities, essentially advocating for the torture of both himself and the others. in that moment, muzan had never thought so truthfully that his most powerful subordinates are akin to a bunch of young children. so, as if the heir of his absurd thoughts, he dishes out an absurd punishment. he doesn't wait for the cellular changes he triggered to take effect, he simply spits out that they disgust him, before the biwa lady dismisses him from the castle.
the change was almost instantanious. everyone felt barely any change. until akaza looked down and screamed loud enough to shatter glass.
mostly everyone looks to him. suddenly sits a muscular female, sporting his same bottoms and vest, along with the tattoos, and the pink hair. the timeline of everyone else noticing their own gender change wasn't spaced far. but the reactions varied drastically.
of course, there was akaza. he was horrified, disgusted, and terrified all at once. his body, down to his very bones, felt different, too wrong. even the way he sat felt wrong. and at the flesh level, he felt like he was missing some, but also having too much at the same time. he pulled his tiny vest over himself desperately, flustered beyond belief. he was ready to strangle douma at the sound of his giggles.
then, speak of the devil, was douma. he was simply excited, overjoyed even. every change fascinated him. he had the same amount of social sense as a child, seconds away from removing clothing to get a better look, before he was snapped at by akaza, and disciplined by kokushibou. he didn't mean it in a perverse way, he was just genuinely curious. though, with him, it's hard to tell.
gyutarou was moderate. he more was confused and exasperated than he was overly affected. it didn't even clock to him that his lack of a shirt and his new gain of flesh on the chest area directly conflict eachother. it was only when douma gasped with all of his might and daki screamed at him to cover himself. even then.. he was more frustrated at being ridiculed than the fact of being half-naked.
hantengu wasn't anything overly special. he started crying and trembling like a leaf, but that's his default move regardless. he was upset at himself for angering the master to the point where he would inflict this upon them, along with other self-hating and self-pitying words. visually, there was zero difference. that heavy kimono and that grotesque protrusion on his forehead were still the attention-stealers.
daki was similar. she was shocked, and she threw a big tantrum, but she always does that when something doesn't go her way. and she refused to believe that the master would do this to her willingly, she fully believed that she was simply collateral damage. and she despised the male body- it's build, it's functions, it's everything. long story short, she was not pleased.
gyokko did not look different. like, at all. the only noticeable change was that when he came out of his pot, he had a slightly raised chest. woah, such a dramatic change. alert the papers. this could be a front-line story.
the rank with the lowest amount of dramatisation to his reaction was kokushibou. he was mildly caught off-guard, but he adapted quickly. the presence of breasts or the change of reproductive structures had no effect on his duties, on his aims. he couldn't understand why he should ponder over something which had no relevance to his life once however.
unfortunately for them all, they didn't realise that this change would last for longer than one singular night.