[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","From Thunder Breathing to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},1676035,2141,"Chapter 1 1: True Kenjutsu: A Heart United with the Blade","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Night fell quietly over Toyama Prefecture, Japan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within an old estate that once belonged to the renowned Tachibana swordsmanship family, a young man stood silently beneath a towering tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a white training uniform, his long hair fluttering slightly in the breeze. A black cloth was tied over his eyes, concealing any trace of expression on his handsome face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both arms lifted to shoulder height, he held a bamboo sword—shinai—perfectly still. His entire posture, from head to toe, was that of unshakable focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind brushed through the branches of the massive gingko tree at the heart of the courtyard, sending its golden, coin-shaped leaves drifting down like soft, silent raindrops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Breath in…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man inhaled deeply. His breathing was faint but steady—precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a smooth motion, he sank into a strong stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the next moment, his sword moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With sharp, controlled steps, he began slicing at the falling leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were so fast, the bamboo blade seemed to blur—an illusion of multiple swords dancing through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his eyes covered, his footwork, posture, and swings were flawless. Not a single leaf touched the ground intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the wind finally stilled, and the rain of leaves came to an end, he stood motionless once more—his arms still raised, the shinai held firm in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only proof of what had occurred were the scattered fragments of leaves on the earth beneath him—shredded by precision alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the dimly-lit wooden house behind him, a faint coughing sound broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keh… keh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering the shinai, Tachibana Kyūjō reached up and untied the black cloth from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes—clear and sharp like polished obsidian under moonlight—gazed calmly into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if one looked closer, deep within those eyes... there was sorrow. A quiet grief that words could not express.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a breath, steadying the emotions that stirred within his chest, then turned toward the house. His steps were slow but sure as he walked to his father's room—Tachibana Sukekatsu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a small white candle flickered weakly, its wax nearly gone. Shadows danced in the darkness, and the thick scent of herbal medicine clung heavily in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father sat leaning against the wall, thin and wrapped in heavy blankets. But even so, his face remained pale—like the distant moon outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were unfocused, lost in memories only he could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Kyūjō approached, the old man's gaze returned to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered a weak but gentle smile and spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Kyūjō. You've done so much already… I know this burden hasn't been easy for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō shook his head in silence. He gently adjusted the blanket over his father's shoulders, then sat beside him without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't winter, yet his father's hands were as cold as stone. Not even thick bedding could keep his body warm anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that… his spirit was beginning to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō could feel it. His father didn't have much time left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd felt this once before—in another life. But even after dying once, he still hadn't figured out how to comfort someone who was quietly preparing to leave the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope… that when the time comes… you'll be reborn in a gentler world, Father. Just like I was. And live happily there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his heart, Kyūjō prayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Sukekatsu raised a trembling hand and softly patted his son's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kyūjō… you have a gift. Your path with the sword far surpasses mine. I only— keh… keh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō immediately stood, patting his father's back gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please don't say things like that, Father. I'm still not strong at all. I just… want you to get better. So you can keep teaching me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sukekatsu only smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the truth. This son of his—who still called himself weak—had surpassed him long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, ever since Kyūjō turned ten, his understanding of the sword had reached realms even Sukekatsu could no longer comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, the Tachibana clan stood as one of the strongest sword families in all of Japan—renowned practitioners of kenjutsu whose legacy spanned centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But time marched on. The world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the younger generation was weak, nor because they abandoned their art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because the world no longer needed the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anti-sword laws, the rise of high-tech warfare, and the overwhelming power of modern firearms had pushed blades from the battlefield… into museums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, from the once-grand estate that housed hundreds of disciples, only two remained: Kyūjō and his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this ancient home… was the last remnant of the Tachibana legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Sukekatsu didn't know… was that the son he believed to be a genius was actually a soul reborn from another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's previous life was that of a young man named Yuki—just an ordinary person from a world called \"Earth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twenty-seven, Yuki had been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Maybe it was the endless instant meals, or the constant overtime that wrecked his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave up on treatment. Accepted his fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months later, he died alone in a hospital bed, with a cold lunch from the cafeteria as his last meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… he woke up again. Reborn as Tachibana Kyūjō in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories didn't return all at once. But when he turned four years old—they all came flooding back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two lifetimes of memories merged as one, Kyūjō gained insight far beyond his years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His five senses—sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch—were sharpened to levels beyond human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even memories from his early childhood, long lost in his previous life, reappeared with astonishing clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was the pain of facing death itself that made him value this new body so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a young age, he trained tirelessly, refining both body and spirit through relentless sword practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end… his efforts bore fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the age of ten, he had mastered all the sword techniques of the Tachibana style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when holding just a bamboo sword, he felt like he could cut through anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he thought it was just childish delusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after fending off more than ten adult attackers with nothing but a single shinai—he knew it was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that—this world was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No ten-year-old should be able to break an adult's bones with a single strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his eyes, every movement around him looked sluggish, as if the world itself had slowed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation… that overwhelming edge… became intoxicating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He delved even deeper into the path of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ordinary people, the way of the sword was a grueling path of suffering—training the body, purifying the mind, enduring pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Kyūjō, it was a sacred process—one that tempered the soul and set the spirit free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sliver of natural talent… and unshakable resolve… he achieved something once thought to be myth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Five-Sense Sword Reinforcement Method—an advanced technique whispered in family legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through this extreme training, he unknowingly awakened something even greater…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sixth sense that defied common human knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A special ability mentioned only once in the oldest records of the Tachibana clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kenshin Tōmei\" — The Sword Heart That Sees Through All Things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its true nature wasn't clearly described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one fact was noted: The first ancestor to attain this state did so at the age of sixty-five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyūjō…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had reached it at just fourteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, even with his eyes covered, he could perceive every movement around him in perfect three-dimensional clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he covered his ears, he could still hear the wings of insects brushing against leaves in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sense of smell, taste, and touch—all surpassed human limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he focused entirely, he could sense the structure and subtle motions within any object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that's why the Tachibana ancestor named it so—Kenshin Tōmei, the heart that merges with the blade and sees the unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whether this power held even deeper mysteries…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was something Kyūjō had yet to discover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long journey awaited him—one that had only just begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✨ Special thanks to my newest Patreon supporters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support keeps this series alive and growing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>$10 – Joseph Sepulveda, Big 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