[{"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-31":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},1676065,2141,"Chapter 31 31: Even the Transparent World Has Weaknesses","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-31",31,"\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō's eyes sparked like bolts of lightning—sharp, blinding, and unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue electricity crackled and danced around him, streaking across the battlefield in violent arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened around his crimson-glowing Nichirin Blade, cloaked in thunder, as he launched himself toward Kokushibō without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Demon Slayer Mark now branded across his body, Kyūjō showed not the slightest hint of fear as he faced the strongest demon swordsman alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood tall—eye to eye with the so-called peak of this world's power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Kyūjō's presence was now overwhelming to witness, Kokushibō remained unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither man backed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—swords clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous explosion of steel and force erupted between them as they collided, again and again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like stars falling from the sky, smashing into earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, hundreds of strikes had already been exchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each clash birthed bursts of light and sparks that painted the air in flashes—meteor showers of swordplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But gradually, Kokushibō's expression began to shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't used his Blood Demon Art yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so—he was losing ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just defending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling to keep up with Kyūjō's relentless flurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how? Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason… was truly absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time their blades clashed, Kyūjō's strikes would always land on the weakest part of Kokushibō's katana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not random—not lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precision. Absolute precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In swordsmanship, power is never evenly distributed along the edge of a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point of balance shifts depending on angles, grip, and wrist movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—Kyūjō hit the exact soft spot every single time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't exploiting some human flaw or misstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was cutting through a natural weakness—one born from the physics of the blade itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small force, leveraged in just the right place, can topple a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a \"gap\" in Kokushibō's technique—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a flaw that shouldn't even be targetable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet Kyūjō was doing exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is why Kokushibō began to feel… off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his power couldn't fully reach its target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like every strike was missing just a little bit of impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them had reached the Transparent World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should be able to read each other's movements, muscles, blood flow, and even the rhythm of their organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that level of vision, the battle should come down to nothing but raw speed and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in those areas, Kokushibō had no doubt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he the one being pushed back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He racked his mind for answers, a thousand thoughts flashing by in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… a memory surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure from the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one man he could never defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yoriichi Tsugikuni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swordsman who shattered every logical limit of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Kyūjō could hear what Kokushibō was thinking right now, he might've said only one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the Transparent World has blind spots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like back then—when Kokushibō faced Yoriichi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had both stepped into that realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both wielded strength, speed, and mastery beyond mortal understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Yoriichi still triumphed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Transparent World, as revered as it was, wasn't the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only a stepping stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō understood that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a traveler between worlds—his insight wasn't bound by this world's standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(So, dear readers… will you accept the story logic I've built up to this point?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what exactly was the difference?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Kyūjō outclassing Kokushibō in this realm they both shared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were several reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, innate talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō was born with a soul that defied human limits—a spirit sharpened beyond normal senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful spirit leads to a powerful mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful mind elevates all five senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's mental clarity far exceeded Kokushibō's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, in turn, allowed him to interact with the Transparent World in deeper, more fluid ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention—he wielded a blade that resonated with his spirit: Kenshin Tōmei, the \"clear-hearted sword,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—a weapon that enhanced his sixth sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His observation was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Kokushibō's perceptive range was a ten, Kyūjō's was a twenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However… that strength came with a price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō couldn't stay in the Transparent World for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Yes—this was already explained back in Chapter 14.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the world in this state felt like a slow-motion film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and everything else existed on different wavelengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer he stayed here, the more his soul began to fray—like static in the mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't mastered this power completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And watching all of this, hidden in the shadows—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Rank Three demon stood quietly, hand pressed against his neck, where a massive slash had nearly taken his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain churned through him like a stormy ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours had passed—yet the wound still hadn't healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for a demon… that wasn't normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza's gaze locked on the human swordsman still locked in battle with Kokushibō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I almost died.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of strength does this man truly possess?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of interfering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride as a warrior would never allow him to cheapen the fight with numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the path of the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if he wasn't yet on the same level as these two monsters…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart remained true to one thing—pure strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kokushibō hadn't lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battle still teetered on the edge. Blow for blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from a demon's perspective… this was still an advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because demons didn't tire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They recovered faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Kyūjō couldn't break this stalemate soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then tonight would be his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hours of clashing, Kokushibō's form had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His upper body was bare, and from every part of his flesh—blades had erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords jutting out of muscle and bone, like a grotesque forest of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hands now rested the true form of his sword:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyokokukamusari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted katana, shaped like a warped tree branch—splitting and branching in unnatural directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kokushibō's strongest form had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's condition was deteriorating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath was ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade had lost its lightning glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was preparing for one final burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't taken a single direct hit…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his body was already at its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it weren't for the efficiency granted by the Transparent World, he would've collapsed long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't keep going like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed one chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One perfect slash—to sever Kokushibō's neck in a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kokushibō was no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Demon Slayer Mark, Kyūjō hadn't truly caught up to his raw power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could read Kokushibō's moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could push him back with lightning-fast Breathing Techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't enough to end him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he was doing now… was dancing on the edge of a cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong step—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\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 35+ chapters ahead of WebNovel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Get 2 new chapters every day exclusively on Patreon\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>",1213,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","a9c29c808e43380057c18bcdc0cb6f432485761ee0bc3e0f6cf0d666d09c56ae","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-32","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-30",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]