[{"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-4":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},1676038,2141,"Chapter 4 4: Lower Moon Two: Rokuro","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>Inside the modest clinic of Tōshō City, an elderly doctor frowned as he listened closely to the boy's chest through his stethoscope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he pulled the instrument away from the pale skin and turned to the young man standing beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the new worker at Inoue's family diner, right?\" the doctor asked sharply. \"This kid… what exactly happened to him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō replied calmly, without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He tripped while walking. Just an accident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man's expression turned skeptical, as if silently saying, Do I look that easy to fool?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō remained composed, then added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor glanced over at Kaigaku, who was sitting up on the futon, clutching his chest and coughing weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaigaku nodded slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of loyalty—far from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply understood the consequences. If the police got involved, all his past crimes could come to light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaigaku wasn't stupid. Bringing more trouble on himself would only speed up his own ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kyūjō knew that too. That's exactly why he'd brought Kaigaku to the clinic without any hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor let out a tired sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that's what the patient says, then there's nothing more I can do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a second check, he delivered his findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bruising around the respiratory tract and lungs. No critical damage. If he rests properly, he should recover.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he added with a slight frown,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If possible, take him to Tokyo. I've heard there's a hospital run by foreign doctors there. They might have better equipment for treating this kind of injury.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō gave a quiet nod, uninterested in dragging the conversation any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had things to do—like returning the stolen money to the woman in town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the money Kaigaku had stolen from other cities? That wasn't his concern. Kyūjō wasn't some saintly hero. He had his own mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only brought Kaigaku here to confirm one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That his punch had hit the mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after seeing the damage to Kaigaku's lungs… he was satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the current level of medical care in this era, the boy likely wouldn't be able to practice any Breathing Technique again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His future would be defined by one thing—permanent weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week later, Kyūjō found himself back at the clinic, emptying out the last of his coin pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, as soon as Kaigaku recovered enough to move, he had slipped away from the clinic without paying a single mon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the debt fell onto Kyūjō's shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor left with a sour face, muttering under his breath and clutching the handful of coins tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, old man Inoue let out a laugh loud enough to shake the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! So you're broke again, kid?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō said nothing, swallowing the urge to throw something at the stingy geezer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that labor… and not even a single copper to show for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filthy old miser, he thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that gave him the slightest comfort tonight was one thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm gonna eat like a king tonight, no matter what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin layer of mist blanketed the streets of Tōshō, shrouding the city in an unnatural calm. Most residents had already gone to bed. The silence felt frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few izakaya and back-alley brothels still glowed faintly on the outskirts of town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the edge of the city, a figure emerged—moving slowly toward the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall man with long, unkempt hair and a cracked face like porcelain fractured under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pale moonlight, his green-tinted eyes gleamed with eerie malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what stood out the most… was the grotesque carving etched into his left eye:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「下弦の弐」— Lower Moons Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro. One of the Twelve Kizuki—the elite demons who served directly under Muzan Kibutsuji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked leisurely through the street, humming to himself like a man shopping for dinner ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many should I eat tonight, I wonder…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three? Or six…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm. Three is enough. If I overdo it, the Hashira might sniff me out and show up early.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled, low and cold, disappearing into the city's half-lit shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, deep in the back of the diner, Kyūjō jolted awake from his sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sniffed the air again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of fresh blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, he was on his feet, sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far above the rooftops, a Kasugai Crow flew through the night sky, its wings beating furiously as it carried a message of grave urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, in a dim alley soaked with red, Rokuro dangled a young Demon Slayer by the neck, grinning as the boy struggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… you got here first,\" he mused. \"But only two of you? How dull.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened around the boy's throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slayer—Fujiwara Naoto—clutched at the demon's wrist, gasping, legs kicking helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand barely touched the hilt of his Nichirin Blade—but he couldn't lift it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm going to die…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can't… fight something like this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naoto was a fresh recruit, barely out of two and a half years of training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was supposed to be his first mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might also be his last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro's cold eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Humans… so fragile. So pointless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with a single flex of his monstrous fingers, he crushed the boy's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a sickening crunch of bone, followed by a spray of blood from ruptured flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a long, forked tongue, the demon licked his victim's face clean—and slowly, deliberately—tore the head free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naoto's partner screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Kyūjō arrived, there was no \"fight\" left to witness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another slayer—still in uniform—was crouched nearby, trembling as he retched beside a pool of blood and scattered limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kyūjō had to stop and press a hand over his mouth, forcing the bile down his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of them, Rokuro sat cross-legged on the ground, licking crimson from his fingers like someone savoring the last drops of soup from a bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even turning around, the demon muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? Another guest? Looks like I might just be full tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's gaze locked onto the kanji in the demon's eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「下弦の弐」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you kidding me…?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My first real battle… and it's against one of the Lower Moons?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they were the lowest of the Twelve Kizuki, they were still far beyond normal demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worse—he didn't even know what Blood Demon Art this one used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no time to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, high above the peaceful rooftops of Momoyama District, a Kasugai Crow circled above a small house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a white-haired old man sat cross-legged, having just finished his nightly meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bird opened its beak and cried out in a shrill voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warning! Lower Moon Demon detected in Tōshō City!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Engaged in battle: Mizunoto rank—Fujiwara Naoto and Kobayashi Izumi!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reinforcements required!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message echoed only twice before the crow veered eastward again, wings slicing through the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the house, the old man stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for his wooden cane—and his Nichirin Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had retired due to his injury, there wasn't the slightest hesitation in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I still have a hand to grip this sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If my heart still burns for justice…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I will keep cutting down demons until my last breath!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuwajima Jigorō, former Thunder Hashira, stepped out into the night—ready to fight once more.\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\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 10 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>",1387,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","2e01e49a49a83b608ccfb123b6bc71fc1548395c8ca07f031e53429dba3fea20","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-5","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-3",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]