[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-84":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: Starting from Naruto, Invincible Across All Realms",{"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},2321408,4541,"Chapter 84: Encountering a Demon","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>The sun set in twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang and Shinobu Kocho walked side by side, arriving at a remote small town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The town was named Anji Town, located northeast of the Butterfly House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recent times, five women, aged between fifteen and twenty-five, had gone missing in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intelligence from the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, the perpetrator was likely a powerful demon skilled in Blood Demon Arts, beyond the capability of ordinary swordsmen—so the mission fell to Shinobu Kocho.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headquarters knew Shinobu Kocho was already overburdened managing the Butterfly House, but no suitable personnel were available, and the incident occurred precisely within her jurisdiction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This revealed a delay in the Demon Slayer Corps’ intelligence transmission, which is why they hadn’t considered Chu Yang, who had just completed a mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arriving in Anji Town, the two immediately sensed its gloomy atmosphere; though it was suppertime, the entire town was unnervingly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors had spread that demons attacked young women at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Find a guesthouse to rest, or patrol nearby?” Chu Yang glanced around; the sky darkened, and there wasn’t even a place to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. If we rest tonight, some girl might still be in danger. Let’s walk around the town—maybe we’ll find something.” Shinobu Kocho shook her head, then asked curiously, “Itachi keep your weapon outside—what if an emergency happens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shrugged helplessly. “No choice. That blade’s too big—if I brought it into town, it’d cause panic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho shot him an irritated glance. “Who told Itachi to pick such an exaggerated Nichirin Blade as your weapon? Now Itachi know how inconvenient it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s inconvenient, but cutting demons is truly satisfying!” Chu Yang gestured through the air, beaming. “Sometimes, I don’t even need to aim for the neck—one slash turns them into meat paste!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining the scene Chu Yang described made Shinobu Kocho feel nauseous; she was a technique-oriented swordsman who relied on pinpointing weaknesses and delivering one fatal strike—she couldn’t comprehend Chu Yang’s violent aesthetics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, looking at Chu Yang’s face radiating absolute confidence, for some reason, Shinobu Kocho felt this big boy could bring unprecedented change to the Demon Slayer Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two walked down the empty street—one speaking animatedly, radiant with energy; the other listening quietly, eyes smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi two are in quite a mood—such a quiet place, yet Itachi still have the leisure to stroll and chat. It’s enviable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After searching endlessly, the one I couldn’t find was suddenly right here—thanks to Muzan’s daughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the street stood a figure, his face half-covered by a fan, emitting a cold chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dressed like some flamboyant shaman.” Though there was no light around, Chu Yang clearly saw the man’s face—especially the “Two” reflected in his pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upper Rank Two—Douma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho froze, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her Nichirin Blade. “Is that a demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang nodded. “The stench is all over the street—what else could it be? He’s the one behind those girls’ disappearances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, your words lack even the slightest courtesy!” Douma feigned hurt. “Saying ‘stench’ is so cruel… I bathe in petals every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly revolting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho stared at Douma coldly, showing no concealment of her disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A beautiful girl like Itachi would taste the finest,” Douma smirked, leering at Shinobu Kocho with greedy eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with such provocation, Shinobu Kocho could no longer hold back—she drew her Nichirin Blade, and instantly, petals scattered everywhere, brimming with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This aura…” Douma’s playful smile vanished as he studied the beautiful girl. “Itachi must be a Pillar? Hmm, my luck truly is excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of blade swept petals toward Douma, concealing multiple sharp strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma let out a soft “hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his fan—and around him, countless petals appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference: these petals were formed of frost, thin as cicada wings yet razor-sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White petals clashed with pink ones, like winter’s stillness colliding with spring’s rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two utterly opposing forces clashed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the intersection of the dual-colored petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho’s Nichirin Blade sliced precisely toward Douma’s neck. “Exquisite swordsmanship,” Douma murmured, admiration flashing in his eyes; he raised his fan to block the blade, while his other frost-covered fan, gleaming with icy light, slashed toward Shinobu Kocho’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho swiftly retreated, evading Douma’s attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she prepared to create distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ice storm erupted between them, blinding Shinobu Kocho; when she regained her senses, Douma stood behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back collided with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma seized her wrist with crushing force; she winced in pain, nearly dropping her Nichirin Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your scent makes me salivate…” Douma leaned down, his lips drawing closer to Shinobu Kocho’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, half of Douma’s head exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and gore splattered the ground; at first glance, it looked like a watermelon had burst open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talk too much,” Chu Yang said coldly, gripping Douma’s remaining half-head. “Besides bullying women, do Itachi have any other skills?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma’s remaining half-mouth opened in a silent roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impatient, Chu Yang kicked him hard, sending him flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, are Itachi alright?” Chu Yang looked down at Shinobu Kocho, still shaken. “That guy’s Upper Rank Two—he’s very different from ordinary demons, hard to kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a Nichirin Blade forged from Xingxingfeikuangshi , bare hands struggled to suppress a demon’s regeneration—Chu Yang had already felt that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previous punch had aimed to obliterate Douma’s head—but it was slightly off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within an instant, half of Douma’s head regrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho nodded; she’d noticed Douma’s abnormal pupil count, and her heart grew heavy—this was her first battle against an Upper Rank demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Chu Yang had inflicted heavy damage on Douma without a weapon—leaving Shinobu Kocho utterly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma, whose injuries had healed in an instant, watched Chu Yang warily; that punch had been completely undetectable even to his razor-sharp senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This guy is strange…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma didn’t dare underestimate him, his eyes locked on Chu Yang; compared to him, Shinobu Kocho posed almost no threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never believed the rumors—that your body truly rivals a demon’s,” Douma’s eyes flashed red; suddenly, he wanted to know what Chu Yang’s flesh tasted like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rivals?” Chu Yang sneered. “Itachi monsters really overestimate yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, twin streams of white mist shot from Chu Yang’s nostrils; the Sun Breathing began—mist circled, then ignited into roaring flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho, standing nearby, was astonished; she clearly remembered Chu Yang trained in Earth Breathing—why did his breathing now resemble Fire Breathing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sun Breathing stabilized, Chu Yang’s body temperature soared; white mist thickened, flames blazed, making him look like an ancient fire god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—more like the Sun God! The extraordinary heat made Douma feel as if he faced the sun itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The threat of death became terrifyingly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from afar, Douma could feel Chu Yang’s oppressive presence, suffocating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d felt this only once before—when Muzan Kibutsuji was enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang stepped forward—and vanished from Douma’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing danger, Douma activated Blood Demon Art; ice crystals instantly formed, coalescing into two massive ice sculptures of girls, flanking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Chu Yang appeared before Douma, swinging his fist; flames engulfed the air, blazing crimson across his right fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two ice girls crossed their arms before Douma, exhaling frost; the temperature plummeted dozens of degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the frost vanished the instant it touched flame; the two ice girls were shattered by the unstoppable fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s punch retained its momentum, growing even more vicious, smashing toward Douma’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma knew if he took this punch directly, he’d be pulverized—he had to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in battle against a human, the proud Douma chose to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he hated to admit it, Douma felt humiliation acutely in this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma tried to retreat—but Chu Yang’s fist pressure pinned him in place, as if trapped in mud; unbearable oppression twisted his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair and clothes were disheveled, utterly ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!” Douma gritted his teeth, raising both arms to block—he refused to believe Chu Yang could kill him with bare fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant Chu Yang’s fist struck Douma’s arms, they collapsed inward, bones crunching with a sickening sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma had once again overestimated himself and underestimated Chu Yang—about to pay a horrific price—when a figure suddenly appeared between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected intruder struck Chu Yang’s arm, diverting most of his force into empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang twisted his body, swinging his fist in a half-circle like a warhammer, smashing toward the one who’d saved Douma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intruder took the punch squarely—and flew backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed into Douma; both were sent flying by Chu Yang’s blow, smashing through multiple buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust settled; Chu Yang finally saw who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Douma, Akaza’s arm twisted and bent—clearly battered by immense force—but his expression was indifferent, eyes gleaming with eager excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never believed a human could possess such a body—until I just felt your power firsthand,” Akaza trembled with excitement. “Itachi should evolve like us, not waste your talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry,” Chu Yang replied calmly, eyes brimming with killing intent, flames burning fiercer. “My favorite hobby is sunbathing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Upper Rank Two plus Upper Rank Three—quite a haul. Kill Itachi both, and I wonder if Muzan will feel any regret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza’s bones cracked back into place with a series of pops; he grinned challengingly. “Don’t worry—Itachi won’t get the chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma murmured, “Hold him off—I’ll kill the girl, then rejoin Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza sneered. “Rejoin? No need. I’ll kill him outright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Douma ignored the brute, his eyes never leaving Shinobu Kocho.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Shinobu Kocho sensed murderous intent; from the situation, she clearly had become Chu Yang’s burden—she understood at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter which one comes for me, I’ll do everything I can to hold them off,” Shinobu Kocho whispered to Chu Yang. “Focus on fighting. Don’t worry about me. Don’t distract yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need,” Chu Yang shook his head. “I’ll kill both. Itachi protect yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu Kocho stared at him in shock—Chu Yang’s absolute confidence made her believe he could truly fight two at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Douma and Akaza both moved—one charging toward Chu Yang, the other toward Shinobu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s gaze turned icy, and his figure vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reappeared, he stood between Akaza and Douma—his left hand pressing down on Douma, his right on Akaza, slamming them both downward with crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth cracked open, splitting into a chasm that swallowed both demons whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza, who had just been boasting, was now utterly suppressed by an overwhelming force. Furious, he gripped Chu Yang’s forearms, every vein in his body bulging as he strained with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the hand pressing down on his head remained utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Akaza realize the true magnitude of the power gap between them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is impossible!” Akaza glared at Chu Yang, his eyes wild with rage, fear, or sheer exertion—his body trembling visibly. “No human could ever possess such power!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?” Chu Yang replied coldly, increasing the pressure on his hand—forcing Akaza’s skull deep into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Douma struggled too, attempting to freeze Chu Yang’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Yang’s unnatural heat instantly melted the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat burned steadily into Douma’s skin, inflicting unbearable agony—his screams grew horrific, piercing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he suddenly recalled a terrifying punishment from the ancient Eastern kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pao Luo punishment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s palm, like a red-hot iron block, pressed firmly against Douma’s face—unless stopped, Douma felt his flesh would melt away entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all these years, Akaza had never endured such humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be pinned to the ground with no chance to fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this is all Itachi two are capable of, then today, the Twelve Kizuki will lose two members!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s commanding declaration echoed in Shinobu’s ears—her face frozen in pure shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are the Upper Moons really this weak?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu couldn’t help but entertain the thought—but the sheer terror of Douma’s power moments ago quickly crushed it. Without Chu Yang, she would’ve been dead already!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not that they’re weak—it’s that he’s too strong…” Shinobu watched Chu Yang, who single-handedly suppressed two Upper Moons, her expression complex. His strength even shook her convictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this man truly not be human? “No, if he were a demon, how could he move in sunlight?” Shinobu shook her head violently. Her discipline would never allow such distractions in battle—but what she saw was simply unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was midnight, yet Chu Yang shone like a miniature sun, radiating blinding light!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dispelled the surrounding darkness, bringing a comforting warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that warmth, falling upon Akaza and Douma, was excruciating pain—triggering memories of their first encounter with sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing agony etched into their very souls remained vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct told them: if they continued being crushed by Chu Yang’s flame, they would be burned alive. The primal urge to survive surged through them, unlocking hidden potential—Douma and Akaza simultaneously unleashed immense power, faintly beginning to push back against Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival instinct, beyond blood, was the core force driving demons’ evolution—strong will could rebuild their damaged bodies, breaking through their inherent flaws and limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Destruction Technique: Chaotic Form!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza unleashed both fists—not defending anymore, but launching a full assault, willing to trade his life for even a single wound. Even if Chu Yang crushed his skull, he wouldn’t retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Douma lacked such resolve. The terrifying pressure crushing his face kept him from daring to strike—he waited silently, hoping Akaza’s outburst would create an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he abandoned defense and attacked like Akaza, his head would be crushed in the next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza’s fists moved too fast for the eye to track—blurred shadows like meteors slicing through the night, striking precisely against Chu Yang’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, not even a human—or any demon among the Twelve Kizuki—could withstand such an assault head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Yang stood like a Buddha seated immovably upon the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoved by the storm of blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each punch struck him with only the metallic clang of steel on stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding dang dang~~~ Chu Yang’s lips curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Armament Haki, covering only his upper body, was impossibly hard—Akaza’s strength could not pierce it. Only Muzan himself might stand a chance. Watching this, Douma was utterly stunned. From a demon’s perspective, the scene was horrifying beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to doubt: could he possibly survive this man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza’s face twisted with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why could this man endure every blow with his bare body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he truly feel no pain? Did such a being even exist in this world? Impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Master Muzan—I’m certain I could wound him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons are the greatest lifeform, the pinnacle of evolution, the sole chosen ones. Humans are merely discarded vermin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his madness, Akaza’s pupils turned crimson, his expression more vicious and grotesque than ever—his battle aura blazed like fire, momentarily resisting the sunlike radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma’s eyes flashed with hope—he saw a chance to live!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he resolved to fight to the death alongside Akaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air’s temperature plummeted—ice thickened across the ground behind Douma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi two really know how to cause trouble. Surrender quietly, and Itachi’ll suffer less.” Chu Yang paused, then shook his head. “No, Itachi must be punished. Otherwise, those innocent lives lost would be too tragic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t speak to me in that condescending tone! Do Itachi think Itachi’re Master Muzan?” Akaza erupted, forcing himself upright despite the crushing pressure—his aura now standing defiantly against Chu Yang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang showed a hint of admiration. As a warrior, Akaza was perfect—his will and determination were top-tier. Among the Twelve Kizuki, only he and the top-ranked Kokushibo could be called true Qiangzhe .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma, still suffering, seized the chance to escape Chu Yang’s grip, retreating to a safe distance, his heart still pounding. His earlier thought of flanking Chu Yang with Akaza faded—he wanted to flee, yet hesitated, trapped in indecision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wounds showed no sign of healing. His once-handsome face now hung like a tattered rag from his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation was identical to being severely burned by sunlight! “His breathing technique is abnormal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Douma suddenly saw a scene he’d never witnessed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vision, a man stood before him—wearing a red haori, red sun earrings, hair black-red in hue—standing in darkness, gazing at him with cold indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep-seated cellular terror exploded! Douma realized—this wasn’t his memory…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Muzan’s memory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of man could drive Master Muzan to such a desperate corner? As the question formed, Douma instinctively looked toward Chu Yang—his expression stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this man right before your eyes? Meanwhile, Akaza was fighting desperately, his blood staining the entire street, whereas Chu Yang remained spotless, utterly unlike someone who had just endured a great battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Akaza fought bloodily—his blood stained the entire street. Chu Yang, by contrast, remained spotless, as if no battle had occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many limbs Akaza broke or bones shattered, he regenerated within seconds. But seeing his attacks couldn’t even scratch Chu Yang’s clothes, the resolute Akaza felt a crushing sense of helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching from the side, Shinobu noticed the exhaustion flickering across Akaza’s face—and she laughed, triumphant. “Feeling hopeless now? Finally, Itachi monsters know what despair feels like!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But your despair doesn’t compare to the terror ordinary people felt when facing demons—or the despair of most Demon Slayers who fought Itachi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feel it well! Carry this despair into hell!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu’s voice pierced the air, igniting Akaza’s rage—and his last shred of courage. He launched his final, all-out assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Destruction Technique: Final Form!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza’s battle aura transformed into a thousand needles, swirling like a torrential downpour, raining down upon Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang walked slowly toward Akaza—each step subjected him to the needlestorm, bricks shattering into rubble in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chu Yang stood before Akaza, unharmed, Douma’s mental resolve shattered—he thought of nothing but escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Moon ranked second, at last, understood what it meant to be a mere insect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Akaza, rest here in peace. I’ll report your bravery to Master Muzan.” Douma muttered, as if feeling guilty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a gust of wind blew petals into his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—and saw Shinobu smiling at him, her expression laced with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t let Itachi leave here,” Shinobu said firmly, her voice heavy with years of hatred toward demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma was furious—how dare some insignificant woman stand in his way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face darkened, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “Who do Itachi think Itachi are? He can kill us—but Itachi can’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter,” Shinobu replied coldly. “When he finishes with that demon, it’ll be your turn. Worst case—I die in your hands. As long as Itachi can’t escape, I don’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma took a deep breath. This woman had accepted her death. He wouldn’t escape easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza stared at Chu Yang, who stood just one step away—yet the man seemed like a god seated among the clouds, compelling awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Akaza had his own god—and Chu Yang’s presence shattered his faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a warrior, the collapse of belief was worse than physical injury—it was an irreparable wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are Itachi so strong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza asked again—but this time, he questioned the very belief he’d held his whole life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons weren’t humanity’s evolution… humanity itself could reach this level of power…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe because I sunbathe often. Sunlight helps the body absorb calcium, strengthening the physique,” Chu Yang said seriously—though inside, he was laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d meant it as a joke—but Akaza took it seriously, sinking into deep doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his weakness due to lack of sunlight? Demons couldn’t walk in the sun… truly a fatal flaw…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang sighed, then smashed his fist into Akaza’s neck—his eyes flickered with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza’s true name was Kōji. He’d been a good man. As a boy, he stole to pay for his father’s illness. Though he took a wrong path, his motives were understandable—he was a filial son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father, feeling he was a burden, hanged himself. After losing his only family, Kōji became extreme and violent. Had he not met his martial arts master, Keizō, he might have fallen into utter darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, Kōji was fifteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Komaji settled into his master’s dojo, which had only him as a student; Master Keizo’s wife had just passed away, leaving behind a sick daughter, and the two relied on each other for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Keizo held no prejudice against Komaji for his past mistakes and entrusted him with caring for his sick daughter, Rensetsu, demonstrating full trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Komaji spent a peaceful and warm period of time, during which Rensetsu fell in love with this boy who seemed fierce but was in fact deeply gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Komaji, whose past had never been honorable, never realized Rensetsu had fallen for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eighteen, Master Keizo planned to pass the dojo to Komaji and arrange a marriage between him and Rensetsu; Komaji took Rensetsu to watch a beautiful fireworks display, and they confessed their feelings to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to share the joy of his engagement with his deceased father, Komaji returned to his hometown—but fate cruelly turned this brief separation into a permanent parting between him and Rensetsu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neighboring kendo dojo had long resented Master Keizo for holding a vast dojo with so few students; deep resentment had built up between them, but they dared not act, knowing neither Keizo nor Komaji were their match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Komaji away, these lowlifes chose to poison the well, killing both Master Keizo and Rensetsu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Komaji, who believed he had finally found happiness, shattered—he killed all sixty-seven members of the kendo dojo with his bare hands, emptied the entire dojo, and ended its lineage forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he encountered Muzan Kibutsuji and became Akaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the long centuries, Akaza forgot all memories of Komaji, retaining only his obsession with strength, for deep in his soul he believed he had failed to protect his family because he had never been strong enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I had become as strong as this person, perhaps my life would have been entirely different?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his life faded, Akaza’s self and Chu Yang’s image merged in his mind; the severed head on the ground wore a serene smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Akaza turn completely to ash, Chu Yang felt a pang of regret—after becoming a demon, Akaza had never actively hunted ordinary people; most civilians who died were merely caught in the crossfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that did not mean Akaza was innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crime was merely lighter than that of other demons, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had fate been kinder to this young man, his life might have been vastly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to mourn Komaji’s tragic life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang charged straight toward Douma, who was fighting Kanao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma, desperate to escape, struck with brutal ferocity; Kanao was already wounded, her elegant haori drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get away!!!” Seeing Chu Yang charging toward him with terrifying intent, Douma’s expression twisted into a snarl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Akaza had been powerless against him; as Upper Moon Two, Douma doubted he could survive more than a few rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao’s face lit up with satisfaction—the more desperate Douma became, the happier she felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of ice erupted from Douma, forming a colossal statue of a bodhisattva before Chu Yang; the ice sculpture clasped its hands in a posture of boundless compassion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang smirked with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though both were Buddhas, the bodhisattva Douma conjured was utterly unlike the one enshrined in temples by Himejima Gyomei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Chu Yang, the ice bodhisattva showed not a shred of mercy—its false piety only made it more repulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bodhisattva raised its hand blade high and brought it down with unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filled with rage, Chu Yang stomped the ground and shot forward like a cannonball, dodging the blade and smashing a gaping hole through the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed directly before Douma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face to face, Douma’s expression lay bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Douma’s horrified gaze, Chu Yang reached out and pressed his hand against Douma’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like pulling up a radish, he tore it clean from the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plooo~ Only when his head was severed did Douma’s eyes meet Chu Yang’s cold gaze—and only then did he realize:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m going to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the progenitor Muzan Kibutsuji himself, every demon he created had one fatal weakness: once beheaded, a demon could never survive—death was the only outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only an extraordinary will to live could break the demon’s limit and regenerate a body despite decapitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achieving this was called breaking the boundary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all these years, only Kyojuro Rengoku had ever imposed such terrifying pressure on demons; naturally, none could reach this supreme realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Akaza, awed by Chu Yang’s strength, abandoned his chance to live—he knew no matter how many times he regenerated, he could never defeat this monstrous man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma, however, had never possessed such resilience; he was born gifted, untouched by hardship, a natural evil who delighted in tormenting the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma and Akaza were two utterly different lives, with no comparison possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This guy… actually feels fear…” Kanao, bleeding heavily, staggered on weak legs, yet dragged her exhausted body to Douma’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of terror, Douma’s expression returned to calm; he gazed at Kanao with indifference and sighed, “What a pity—I couldn’t take Itachi with me to the afterlife. It would have been so entertaining.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter. All those Itachi harmed will be waiting for Itachi on the path, until Itachi meet again.” Kanao spoke calmly, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. “There, face your punishment properly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Douma chuckled softly, staring at Chu Yang. “I look forward to the day Itachi meet Lord Muzan—will it be the end of the demon era, or the complete erasure of the Demon Slayer Corps from history? I’m sorry I won’t live to see it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of your concern.” Chu Yang tossed Douma’s head away, watching it burn to ash in the flames of the Sun Breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao exhaled deeply, and a tidal wave of exhaustion crashed over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body could no longer hold up; she swayed and collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang moved swiftly, catching her shoulders and letting her lean against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry… I didn’t help much in the fight, and now I’m burdening Itachi with my care,” Kanao murmured weakly, eyes half-closed; only Chu Yang’s sharp hearing caught her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was at Butterfly House, Itachi took care of me constantly—don’t be so formal,” Chu Yang said, slowly channeling Wood Release chakra into Kanao’s body to restore her vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce battle had drawn many to their windows and doors, but since it was deep night and pitch-black outside, they could see nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s messenger crow had already relayed the intelligence to headquarters; support staff would arrive shortly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Kanao’s complexion improved enough for her to walk; the two slipped out of town under cover of darkness—staying longer would risk alerting the townsfolk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after leaving town, they encountered the [Hidden] unit arriving on the roadside; Kanao’s younger sister, Shinobu Kocho, was among them. Seeing Kanao drenched in blood, Shinobu could no longer hold back and rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sisters embraced; Shinobu burst into uncontrollable sobs. Chu Yang had never seen her cry so bitterly—he stood to the side, quietly enjoying the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before long, Chu Yang found himself on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi idiot! Why did Itachi follow Kanao-nee? It’s because of Itachi she got hurt!” Shinobu snapped. “If not for protecting Itachi, how would Kanao-nee have been wounded by the demon?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang clicked his tongue—he preferred the Shinobu of a few years later. Though sharp-tongued and sarcastic, she was still cuter than this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least she didn’t falsely accuse people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the [Hidden] unit stayed to care for Kanao; others headed into town to clean up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce battle had destroyed many public facilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everyone ignored Chu Yang—he was spotless, not a drop of blood on him, not even a tear in his clothes; to others, it was clear Kanao had sacrificed herself to protect Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao tugged at Shinobu’s sleeve, pulling the shouting girl back to her side, and smiled bitterly. “Stop embarrassing yourself—if not for Chu Yang, I’d be dead already. He killed two demons alone; I didn’t help at all…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao’s voice was quiet, yet clear to every ear; all movements paused for a moment, then resumed as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu froze, thinking she’d misheard—until she met her sister’s serious gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he hold Itachi back and cause your injuries?” Shinobu asked, incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be precise, I held him back. We just faced Upper Moon Two and Upper Moon Three—I’m no match for either of them,” Kanao stated plainly, openly admitting she was outmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a Pillar to say such a thing required immense courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene fell into terrifying quiet. Chu Yang single-handedly slaying two demons and saving the Flower Pillar was shocking enough—but even more shocking was the identity of those two demons!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upper Moon Two!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upper Moon Three!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These rear-line members had heard terrifying tales of Lower Moons from wounded comrades—but they had never met a Demon Slayer who had lived to speak of Upper Moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone who encountered an Upper Moon was dead—including past Pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the stunned expressions around her, Kanao suddenly realized something and asked Chu Yang, “What exactly did your messenger crow report?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shrugged. “I said Itachi were injured and needed urgent medical aid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why didn’t Itachi report that Itachi killed an Upper Moon?!” Kanao nearly fainted from anger. “Itachi idiot—send the important information first!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did send important information,” Chu Yang said matter-of-factly. “Itachi were nearly dead—wasn’t that important?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao’s scolding cut off abruptly; she stared blankly at Chu Yang, then her pale cheeks flushed crimson—from her ears down to her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu forgot to question how Chu Yang had slain the Upper Moons; her eyes darted between the two, clearly enjoying the drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ohhh, these two are definitely up to something…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",5010,"2026-06-20T16:23:12.107Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a1557c256932d7a92d3f6da3a266d92807911d2133d2da2eac794cca9bf3645e","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-85","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-83",498,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-cover.jpg"]