[{"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-6":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},1676040,2141,"Chapter 6 6: The Transparent World","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō stood his ground, sword in hand, eyes unblinking as the demon drew near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid no mind to Rokuro's taunts. Not a word passed his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silence only deepened the demon's irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sigh and a furrowed brow, Rokuro muttered, almost bored, \"Pathetic little human… Today, I'll show you just how weak your kind truly is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his body began to shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro's skin darkened, charred like coal, while his muscles swelled with raw, unnatural strength. The very air around him twisted from the force radiating off his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Kyūjō's perception—within the realm of Kenshin Tōmei, the Sword's Heart—the threads that once revealed every gap and weak point in his enemy suddenly blurred and broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His inner sight grew hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if Rokuro's spiritual energy had crossed into another dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon gave no warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous step, Rokuro slammed his foot into the earth. The ground cracked, spreading shockwaves through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blur of shadow shot forward like a black arrow loosed from a divine bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he was right in front of Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His coal-black fist rose high, crashing down toward Kyūjō's skull with the force of lightning splitting open the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō twisted to the right on pure reflex, barely dodging in time—guided not by thought, but by the sharpened instinct Kenshin Tōmei had granted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro's fist struck the massive tree behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trunk exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splinters rained down as the tree cracked and split in two, falling with a rumble that made the forest tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His speed and power… they've increased dramatically. Like Armament Haki from One Piece…\" he thought, instinctively comparing this strength to those of the worlds he'd studied before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, in this world, it had a different name—Blood Demon Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cursed power born of demonic blood, bending the body into something unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō was forced onto the defensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used the tight terrain and the density of the trees to evade and retreat, buying fragments of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can see the openings—but my body can't catch up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One kick from Rokuro shattered a tree as thick as a grown man's embrace. Kyūjō's throat dried. His muscles clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that hits me even once… I'm done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, through the foliage—a figure broke through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy footsteps crashed into the earth, and a familiar voice called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujiwara Naoto, a Mizunoto-ranked member of the Demon Slayer Corps, had arrived—holding not one, but two Nichirin Blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted toward Kyūjō, voice hoarse and desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your sword can't kill him, swordsman! You need a Nichirin Blade to slay a demon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyūjō didn't look back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes never left Rokuro, who now stood with his back turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't afford even a second of distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he knew about Nichirin Blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew how to kill a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… that wasn't the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't have the strength to sever his neck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only technique he could rely on—the one he'd once used to split a boulder in his family's garden—required absolute focus. Total harmony between breath, body, and blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that technique...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't perform it with a foreign sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Kyūjō, a blade wasn't just a tool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an extension of his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naoto, for all his good intentions, had just become another variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro turned his head and grinned. \"You want the demon slayer's sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle tension in the air. A vibration. The tightening of muscle in Rokuro's left leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's going to attack the demon slayer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Kyūjō moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword slashed toward the back of Rokuro's left knee—a vital tendon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I cut this, he won't be able to launch the attack!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rokuro twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With inhuman instincts and speed, the demon spun, readjusting his balance, and countered with a sweeping kick from his right leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō raised his blade, bracing it along his ribs to absorb the hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was hurled through the air like a ragdoll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed into the earth with a sickening thud. His chest convulsed. Blood gushed from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One knee on the ground. Sword digging into the dirt to prop himself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ribs were broken. Breath ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his eyes still burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He managed a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Careless…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two broken ribs. That was enough to throw off the entire rhythm of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't be able to release his strongest technique now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through the haze of pain—through the agonizing throb of each heartbeat—an old memory surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scene from a manga he'd once read in another life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kimetsu no Yaiba.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It told of Kamado Tanjurō—father of the protagonist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frail man. Sickly. Weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, with a single swing of his axe, he'd decapitated a monstrous bear nearly three meters tall—a beast that had already slaughtered six people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he do it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a fragile body produce such overwhelming force?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Transparent World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A state in which one could control every muscle, every drop of blood within their body with perfect precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where unnecessary noise faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where irrelevant senses were silenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that clarity—a new world unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world where the inner workings of an enemy's body became visible. Where their weaknesses shone like beacons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where movement slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's how the manga described it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō stood at the edge of that same revelation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit down on his lip, face twisted with clarity—and frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's too similar to Kenshin Tōmei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing anatomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detecting gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accelerating perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it. Could the art passed down by my family… be another form of the Transparent World?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was a key difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kenshin Tōmei, passed through generations of the Tachibana clan, was attained by honing the five senses to such extremes that a sixth was awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense that could perceive life and death—not just in living things, but in the world itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Transparent World, on the other hand, was reached by those born with already extraordinary senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through total bodily control, one unlocked every neural pathway. Not a single movement wasted. Not a single drop of strength lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle. Every vessel. All aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A transparent world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could reach it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could combine them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why shouldn't I have both?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost laughed—at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been walking a narrow road all this time, thinking there was only one way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if those with five sharpened senses could master their body…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what of someone with a sixth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn't the power always been inside him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro stepped forward with a casual, arrogant stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" he sneered, \"humans really are pathetic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised one hand, pointing lazily at Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A wound like yours? I'll heal it in seconds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won't kill you right away. We have plenty of time. I want you to watch—while I eat you slowly. Maybe I'll start with your fingers. Or your feet. What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adjusting his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balancing his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centering everything into one singular focus—his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice thundered from the forest, filled with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You filthy demon!\" shouted Naoto, voice cracked and shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think I'm just some bystander?! I'm a Demon Slayer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as Fujiwara Naoto lives—I won't let you devour a single human!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His final words rang through the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath the fractured moonlight that filtered between the leaves… tears began to roll down his cheeks.\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>",1412,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","10ee5cb8e4e7197dfecc02cdbcbd0934df6725a6ab7862886aead6b54fd75906","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-7","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-5",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]