[{"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-16":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","From Thunder Breathing to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1676050,2141,"Chapter 16 16: One Slash to Judge Evil, One Slash to Soothe the Soul (Part 2)","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>At the edge of a blood-soaked room that reeked of rot, a heavyset woman raised a butcher's cleaver, ready to slice into \"meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment she saw the young man standing in the doorway—expression cold, a long blade in hand—her arm froze midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed in anger, and she snapped with a sharp voice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who the hell are you?! How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Tajima family!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone, anyone! Get over here! Intruder!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her screech shattered the eerie silence that had long haunted the Tajima household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyūjō didn't stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see if—just maybe—someone among this rotten family still had a soul left unstained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't take long. Members of the Tajima household came rushing into the corridor, weapons clutched tightly in their hands, faces contorted in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They formed a line, surrounding Kyūjō at the narrow hallway just outside the disgusting kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them appeared an old, shriveled man with sunken eyes and a sly, greasy smirk—his presence like a king among devils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tajima Hisashi. The current head of the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixty-three years old. One foot in the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one most obsessed with becoming a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on Kyūjō, dripping with suspicion and hate. \"Boy... how did you find this place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he asked calmly—his voice gentle, yet sharp as a drawn blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you do all of this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hisashi scoffed, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch... Another idealistic swordsman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You people never understand the power of demons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō wasn't the first to uncover their secret. Every other fool before him had ended up buried in the courtyard, fertilizing their garden with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Yasuyasu on their side, the Tajimas believed themselves untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hisashi smirked coldly, and with a flick of his hand, gestured toward the kitchen behind Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the dangling corpses of young women, strung up like meat in a butcher's stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're nothing but lowborn trash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To offer their bodies to help us transcend mortality—that should be an honor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō nodded. Not in agreement... but in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human desire to live... could be more twisted than any demon's thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it meant devouring one's own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People who've surrendered themselves to that kind of hunger,\" he murmured, \"...are more terrifying than demons themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes turned to steel. Cold. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that case... allow me one final question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is everyone here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hisashi suddenly stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something off about Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too quiet. Too calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing danger, the old man stepped back and gave a signal to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyūjō was already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Nichirin Blade hummed with faint tension, his breathing steady—his eyes reading every soul in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he activated it—his sword technique that cut not only flesh, but into the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword of Heart's Perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Kyūjō suspected...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for one faint presence far away, there wasn't a single \"true human\" left here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already too far gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Kyūjō raised his blade—and slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One flash to reveal the truth in darkness—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thunder Breathing, Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash – Modified.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack of thunder exploded from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinding light engulfed the mansion as lightning tore from sky to earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground quaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Tajima manor, a den of horror built on hundreds of stolen lives, crumbled into ashes and broken wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke and sparks danced into the sky. Wind howled through the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō stood at the center, catching his breath as his sword buzzed faintly in its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his breath, he muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wanted to become demons, didn't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I've fulfilled your wish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his first time taking human lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over twenty people in one strike. And yet—he felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because none of them were truly human anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calmly slid the heirloom blade from his father back into its scabbard... then drew his Nichirin Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hummed with low, eerie resonance—almost like it understood what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its edge were four carved characters:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slayer of Evil Demons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō whispered to it softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry... your turn's coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes turned, locking onto a presence far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cowardly demon—Tajima Yasuyasu—was fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'M DEAD! I'M GONNA DIE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That crazy swordsman almost caught me!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to run—faster! FASTER!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasuyasu stumbled through the woods, panting, his face pale with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the lightning strike, his mind had been in chaos. He hadn't even looked back. Just ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind him, Kyūjō gave chase—slow, steady, like death itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the demon run, as far as he could. Away from the village. Away from people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if this was over in one slash, Kyūjō couldn't take chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons had strange, unpredictable powers—Blood Demon Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kyūjō had no intention of risking innocent lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Yasuyasu was far enough away...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō came to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a long breath, then sheathed his Nichirin Blade again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left foot back. Waist lowered. Right hand resting lightly on the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iai stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(A traditional samurai sword-drawing technique. Even Zenitsu's \"First Form: Thunderclap and Flash\" started with this.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō inhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold night air filled his lungs. His trained breathing technique distributed oxygen through his bloodstream—fast, efficient, precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light sparked from his chest, racing along his veins, igniting his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his strength poured into his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning tore across the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō became a streak of golden-blue light that flashed through the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, he covered over a hundred meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Nichirin Blade was drawn—and sheathed again—so fast, it looked like it hadn't even moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasuyasu kept running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, his head flew into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it spun, he stared at the world one last time—upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed head dropped to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body stumbled forward a few steps... then collapsed into gray ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't care for final screams or last words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing on his mind now was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching the cursed head turn to dust, Kyūjō turned around and walked back toward Kuroyama Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd always had a big appetite. But now? He was fifteen. Growing fast. Constantly burning fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And today, he'd run for ten hours straight... then unleashed his full power at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't eat something soon, he might become the first Hashira to die of hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō, the Thunder Hashira...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...became the Hashira of Food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the sky, his personal Kasugai Crow—Shōki—watched silently as Kyūjō returned to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it was sure its master was safe, the bird spread its wings wide—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And flew off into the night, carrying news of Kyūjō's success back to Headquarters.\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 Brizzz, Michael Thomas\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>€10.50 – Just Some Guy With A Mustage\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>$5 – Kloud Paradizo, Hamza Ahmed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>📚 Want to read more chapters or get early access?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join my Patreon here:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔗 patreon.com\u002FFaaanzKun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Enjoy 20+ chapters ahead of WebNovel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Get 1-2 new chapters every day exclusively on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> Already caught up with the latest chapter on WebNovel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continue the journey early for just:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>$5\u002Fmonth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join now and dive deeper into the story—weeks ahead of public release!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you for your amazing support 💖\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>",1295,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","57c682ce02f3e35a018c1342d22353191ae0ad12ad27715ec7c186c8fa97ab4e","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-17","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-15",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]