[{"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-36":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},1676070,2141,"Chapter 36 36: Exile?","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>Deep within the dimensional labyrinth known as the Infinity Castle, the remaining members of the Twelve Kizuki knelt in uneasy silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dōma. Hantengu. Gyokko. Daki. Gyūtarō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And six new demons, recently appointed to the vacant seats of the Lower Moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time in centuries that Muzan Kibutsuji's elite had gathered in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kokushibō! Akaza!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those filthy traitors!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing tall in his pristine black suit, Muzan's expression twisted into something far more terrifying than fury. His face—beautiful and cold as ever—was contorted with visible rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson eyes glowed with hatred, leaking bloodlust so intense it blanketed the chamber like a crushing fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several demons collapsed to their hands, gasping under the weight of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly ignited Muzan's wrath wasn't just betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—what angered him most was that he had underestimated a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō—a mere swordsman he had once labeled a minor threat—had managed to sever Kokushibō's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Kokushibō didn't die, Muzan had witnessed the moment through the demon's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you were that strong all along…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn't you show it earlier!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I'd known, I would've vanished again—hid for a hundred more years if I had to!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new Demon King had been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To both Muzan and the Demon Slayer Corps, this development was catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who benefited… was Kokushibō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Muzan's ideal scenario, both Kyūjō and Kokushibō would've annihilated each other—erased from the board in one final clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yes, Kokushibō had managed to kill the swordsman who came closest to rivaling Yoriichi Tsugikuni in raw skill…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…but what was the result?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head was taken, and yet he didn't die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—he transcended even that. He broke free from Muzan's control entirely, walking his own path now as a king in his own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most insultingly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer cared about Muzan at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting your own kingdom now, huh? Spreading your wings like you don't need me anymore…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan sneered internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, above all else, was intolerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no way to rein Kokushibō in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They now shared the same vessel—both carrying the essence of the Demon King. Neither could destroy the other without a battle so drawn out it would end with sunrise and mutual incineration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan's gaze turned downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons before him trembled, kneeling with their heads pressed to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts screamed at him to lash out—to crush one of them just to vent this fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he held himself back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The times had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kokushibō had raised a new army. If Muzan kept killing the Lower Moons on a whim, he'd only accelerate his own downfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, his top priority was still the same—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find the Blue Spider Lily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To surpass all limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reclaim absolute dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—he couldn't let this rebellion go unpunished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn't teach the traitors a lesson, the others might start getting ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned slowly, eyes settling on one particular demon…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One who sat with a dreamy smile, clearly daydreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dōma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan's blood boiled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately… when it came to a lunatic like Dōma, intimidation rarely worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ironic truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all his current subordinates, Dōma was the most reliable one left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others? Even facing Akaza, who had now joined Kokushibō, they'd be torn apart like wet paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a cold, commanding voice, Muzan finally spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dōma.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find Akaza.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring me his head.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And do not let Kokushibō catch wind of this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you listening, Dōma!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dōma didn't respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just kept smiling, completely unfazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to him, Gyokko—quivering from head to toe—timidly reached out and tapped Dōma's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"D-Dōma-sama…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Dōma turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was pure sunshine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aa~ I heard you loud and clear, Muzan-sama~\" he chimed, voice cheerful like he was chatting about the weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan stared at him with thinly veiled disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even demons found Dōma's smile revolting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A string was plucked somewhere in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the biwa echoed through the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the Infinity Castle returned to silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō had fully recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physically, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today marked his official release from medical care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō bowed respectfully to Tamayo, murmured his thanks, and followed a member of the Kakushi Division out of the infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Ubuyashiki Kagaya had prepared a new residence for him within the main estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō was now considered a \"retired\" Hashira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he could no longer wield a blade, his service had been legendary. Irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō had already made peace with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his days were numbered, then he intended to live like the ancient tales of Liu Bei—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing music. Dancing freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enjoying whatever time he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he stepped outside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around the headquarters was heavy. And not in a good way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from afar, he could hear the pained cries of wounded slayers echoing from the medical tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...No wonder Tamayo-san's been so busy lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why so many injuries?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Muzan retaliate already? Had he sent the Upper Moons to strike back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, something about it didn't sit right with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō glanced at the Kakushi walking beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hirosuke… have there been any recent reports involving the Upper Moons?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are there so many injured?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young support soldier, Maekawa Hirosuke, flinched at the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-ah… m-maybe? Kyūjō-sama, I-I'm just logistics, so I don't really know what's happening on the front lines…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see… no problem,\" Kyūjō replied softly, not pressing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked in silence until they arrived at a small, peaceful garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hirosuke turned with a proud smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kyūjō-sama, this is your new residence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think? Isn't it beautiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō nodded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was serene. Clean. Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the garden stood a towering ginkgo tree, its golden leaves fluttering gently in the breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked just like the one back home—the one he'd lived beside for over a decade since arriving in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at it for a moment, watching the leaves fall in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this where I'll spend the rest of my life…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had been prepared—furniture, supplies, all his daily needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hirosuke prepared to leave, he paused and asked hesitantly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kyūjō-sama…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you sure you don't want someone here to care for you? Even just for company?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's alright. I've been on my own for a long time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides… I'm a Hashira, aren't I? It'd be a bit awkward having a nurse fuss over me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hirosuke hesitated—then gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood. We'll deliver fresh supplies every three days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you need anything, please send word through your kasugai crow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it. Thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō walked him to the gate, then returned inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed a chair, carried it out into the yard, and placed it under the ginkgo tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, beneath the gently falling leaves, he sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring up at the endless blue sky above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the rustling of wind and the soft glow of the afternoon sun…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…keeping company with a swordsman who had lost his blade.\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>",1266,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","384fa6ae1c2301b4441c7d2a8604ef92f3b72fe74bcd2802454c7e949bcdae16","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-37","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-35",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]