[{"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-7":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},1676041,2141,"Chapter 7 7: Slaying Rokuro","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>Tachibana Kyūjō drew all his senses inward—redirecting his awareness deep into his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With nothing to distract him, his consciousness sank beneath the surface of skin and muscle, as though a thin veil had been lifted, revealing a hidden world within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He witnessed the miracle of the universe inside himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat thundered—relentless, like the roar of a battlefield drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump-thump… thump-thump… thump-thump…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood surged like a raging tide, flowing through his veins in waves of raw energy. That current, wild yet purposeful, coursed through flesh and tissue, breathing life into every fiber of his being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō followed its flow—through his heart, into his muscles, through his vessels—sensing every pulse, every vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he achieved complete control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Rokuro only laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guttural, echoing laugh erupted from deep within his chest, filled with disdain for the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha… haha… HAHAHAHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his stomach, as if the very sight of the trembling Demon Slayer before him was the funniest joke he'd ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, he stopped laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson eyes locked onto Fujiwara Naoto, who now stood in front of Kyūjō, shielding him with trembling arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mere insect dares speak before a lion?\" Rokuro's voice turned frigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naoto, though his body trembled, stood his ground. He inhaled sharply, channeling everything he had into one final strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The form he had trained relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only form he could trust with his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Water Breathing, First Form: Water Surface Slash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cry echoed through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword tore through the air, trailing a shimmering arc of water-like light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the will of fallen comrades, with a heart that refused to let another human die, Naoto swung—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at Rokuro's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sent flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smashed into the ground like a sack of straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One casual swipe of Rokuro's hand was enough to break the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon glanced at the light wound on the back of his hand—a mere scratch. His skin, reinforced by Blood Demon Art, hadn't even been pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That pathetic excuse for a sword doesn't even deserve a name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered, fangs glinting beneath curled lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could slash at me all day long—and still never—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice whispered behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Water Breathing, First Form: Water Surface Slash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had noticed him move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath—silent and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single cut sliced through the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliiice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the world flipped upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull thud echoed behind Kyūjō as a severed demon head rolled onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In stunned disbelief, Rokuro's eyes locked onto Kyūjō's retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A weak little human like you… how did you suddenly…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō opened his eyes slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no arrogance in them—only quiet, unshakable will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… is human strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro screamed, his voice shrill with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Human strength… can't surpass demons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even headless, his body moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro's corpse, driven by pure hatred and bloodlust, raised its claws and lunged at Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Kyūjō of now… was no longer the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuu…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through observation alone, Kyūjō had memorized the flow of Naoto's technique. He activated Water Breathing, strengthening his body—if only briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with complete control over his muscles and blood flow, he channeled all his power into a single point—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water Breathing fused with the Transparent World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No demon could withstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Water Breathing, First Form: Water Surface Slash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought his sword down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the headless demon, despite its hardened Blood Demon Art defense—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was torn cleanly in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From collar to hip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Split into two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't flinch at the demon's eyes, frozen in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, gripped Rokuro's long hair, and lifted the severed head high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword in one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head in the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward Naoto, who still knelt in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove his sword into the ground, then turned and offered a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mind if I borrow your sword for a second?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Naoto could respond, another sword flew through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Kuwajima Jigorō—who had just arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take mine, boy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that sword can help cut down a demon of the Twelve Kizuki, it will be the greatest honor of its life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō caught the Nichirin Blade and nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached what remained of Rokuro—the twitching body, still writhing with hatred and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a fisherman gutting his catch, Kyūjō pinned the demon's head to the ground and raised the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One final slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The regenerating neck was severed once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rokuro's head slowly crumbled into ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And vanished into the cold night wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō let out a long breath, then returned the Nichirin Blade to Jigorō with a bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for the blade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jigorō only chuckled. \"No thanks needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō turned to Naoto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How's your condition? Need a medic?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naoto shook his head. \"Nothing broken. I'll be fine after a few days' rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the Kakushi, the Demon Slayer Corps' hidden support unit, arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their captain bowed deeply toward Jigorō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your hard work, Jigorō-sama!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jigorō gave a sheepish smile. \"I fear I arrived too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain then turned to Kyūjō and bowed even lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your courage… Swordsman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Kakushi bowed in unison—to both Kyūjō and Naoto—before quickly getting to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved like clockwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collecting demon remains. Tending wounds. Clearing debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō tilted his head toward Jigorō with an exaggerated look of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Who are they?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, flocks of Kasugai Crows soared across the skies of the Eastern region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 2:30 AM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the central estate of the Demon Slayer Corps, their young leader—Kagaya Ubuyashiki, barely fourteen years old—still sat in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, his wife Amane remained quietly at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never told him to return to bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she knew—just as he did—that even if she slept, her heart would still be out there. On the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the blades that shimmered beneath the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, a Kasugai Crow returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the news he'd been hoping for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kakushi on duty that night arrived not with dread, but with smiles brighter than any New Year's celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kagaya watched their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time that night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He allowed himself to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kakushi stepped forward, knelt before him, and began to deliver the message carried by the wind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon was slain.\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>",1243,"2026-06-06T13:14:23.720Z",1,"novelbin.me","a447ed431afaa45c4e35fa8bea5f82e38d0b9c3f4541fab4045ccf1f755cf0b6","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-8","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-6",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]