[{"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-46":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},1676080,2141,"Chapter 46 46: Breathing Technique Version 2.0","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>Dōma's shameless words froze the air like a winter storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four Martial Demons standing before him could no longer hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before a single blow could land, Dōma unfolded his tessen—his iron fan—with a casual flick of the wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved it lightly in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling gust burst forth, tearing through the night like a flash of winter itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, the expressions on the demons' faces stiffened mid-motion. Their limbs locked, their muscles froze. All four were turned into statues of flesh and ice—immortalized in an instant of horror, caught in death's cold grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Akaza... I came to find you~,\" Dōma whispered with a serene smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, he vanished into the shadows beyond the twisting street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounds were healed. The scars had faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—Kamado Tanjūrō, the newly appointed Sun Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, officially returned to duty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soaring through the skies, his Kasugai crow led him toward his first demon hunt since recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his waist hung a unique Nichirin Blade, but it was no ordinary sword—it was shaped like an axe. A massive, beastly weapon that swung like a guillotine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the edge of the courtyard, Tachibana Kyūjō watched Tanjūrō's back disappear into the distance, wearing a complicated expression that refused to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously... an axe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of all the Nichirin forms possible, it had to be that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Kyūjō, Tanjūrō was officially the second deviant in the entire Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the guy had freakish talent with that axe. But was it really possible to unleash all thirteen forms of the Sun Breathing technique with a chunk of metal that big?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō remained skeptical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly... part of him was a little worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please don't let your son inherit your taste in weapons...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his return to the Demon Slayer headquarters three months ago, Kyūjō hadn't stepped outside once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: secrecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, he approached the head of the Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oyakata-sama, has Lady Tamayo's research shown any results yet?\" Kyūjō asked under the gentle moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya gave him a soft smile, eyes as unreadable as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems like she's making faster progress than our very own 'Sleeping Hashira,' don't you think?\" he replied playfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That nickname again?! Where the hell is your authority as the leader?! If I find out who started that, I swear I'll flatten their face into the dirt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew exactly who first whispered that title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before long, it had spread across the entire Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sleeping Hashira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since returning from the battlefield, Kyūjō had collapsed time and again while experimenting with his own breathing technique—passing out from oxygen toxicity almost daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But each failure brought progress. His body began to adapt, slowly harmonizing with the new external breathing method he was developing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blackouts became less frequent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—he was close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close to completing his original breathing style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still... The Sleeping Hashira!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō gritted his teeth and crossed his arms, glaring at Kagaya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven't gotten around to teaching them a lesson, that's all. But once I finish this technique... they're first in line for a beating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya chuckled quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Kyūjō wasn't truly angry. This was just his way of venting—of letting off a bit of steam before the storm returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still... he couldn't help but ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This breathing technique you're working on… is it really as powerful as you claim?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said you'd 'kick Muzan into the sky' and 'slam Kokushibō so hard he'd kiss the dirt.' Were you being serious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not the technique that's strong—it's me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, you wouldn't get it, Oyakata-sama. You're not a martial artist. Just wait and see. Once I finish this breathing method, Muzan? Kokushibō? They'll be nothing but bugs to squash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just stick to the plan. Lure them both out. If only one shows and the other runs? That's when things get messy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Muzan... that slippery coward. The guy had used a hiding technique once before to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō had no intention of repeating Yoriichi Tsugikuni's mistake—watching helplessly as the enemy vanished into the mist of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because unlike Yoriichi...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't have time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life was already burning out, faster than anyone realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya listened quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, none of Kyūjō's words sounded particularly convincing. It all felt like bluster and bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kagaya didn't say that out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply shook his head and thought to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's wait. If he really does complete this so-called unbeatable breathing style... then we'll talk again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn't expect... was that the day would come so soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five nights later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under a massive tree in the courtyard garden, Tachibana Kyūjō sat cross-legged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes closed. Posture calm. His breath flowed like a whisper of the wind—rhythmic, balanced, and deeply connected with the world around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strands of his long, silver-white hair fluttered gently in a breeze that had no origin—swaying in time with the subtle pull and release of his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second brought his body into deeper resonance with the breathing technique he had spent months refining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was coming together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight... might be the night he perfected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle pulse rippled through his entire body, like a pebble tossed into still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air within five meters of his body disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not drawn in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erased—as if space itself had been rewritten by his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a sound like a distant thunderclap erupted from deep within his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low rumble. A tremor born from his very bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny streaks of lightning burst from his pores—real, searing, electric serpents dancing through the night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above him, black clouds suddenly gathered—drawn by the surge of ionized particles from his skin. They swirled together, forming a vortex in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRAAACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRAAAAAAAAACK!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRA-KOOOOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three bolts of lightning rained down, roaring through the sky and shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Corps headquarters trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, in his private room, Ubuyashiki Kagaya jolted awake, clutching the hand of his wife, Amane. She, too, had been startled by the sudden thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That lightning... it's so close,\" Kagaya whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It feels like it struck right above our heads...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a knock echoed softly at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya already knew—something had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it? Has something happened?\" he asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice responded from behind the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive the late disturbance, sir. Lightning just struck the great tree behind the garden—in the estate of the Thunder Hashira.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We've extinguished the fire. But before we left... the Thunder Hashira asked us to deliver a message.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya's breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What message?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reply came gently. Quiet. But every syllable landed like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He said... 'I'm ready.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words hit harder than any thunderbolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya's eyes widened, his chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, thunder still rolled across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the real storm wasn't in the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the heart of a single man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man might be the one to change the fate of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young demon slayers of this generation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let us give a name to this breath—the breath that might surpass them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The True Form of External Breathing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should it be called?\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 50+ chapters ahead of WebNovel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Get 2 new chapters every day exclusively on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>☕ Prefer one-time support instead of a subscription?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can donate here:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔗 ko-fi.com\u002Ffaaanzkun\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>",1328,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","609cb66dce2098ff8c2980efa077c7e5d70d9692f37e76dd5f60330e7dd77cd7","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-47","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-45",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]