[{"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-86":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},2321410,4541,"Chapter 86: The One Who Ends Everything! [10,000-Word Mini Chapter! Please Subscribe!]","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>The detailed report on the battle against two Upper Moons was officially issued and arrived at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters as dawn began to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki, who had been unable to sleep due to his illness, received this report immediately; after reading the first page, his hands trembled involuntarily as he held the letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing his excitement, he finished reading the entire document, then exhaled deeply, as if expelling years of accumulated sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane heard the noise and entered the room, seeing her husband seated by the window; she had expected him to be suffering from pain, but instead found him smiling broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to make Itachi so happy?” Ubuyashiki Tane walked slowly to his side and draped a coat over him; the night wind was strong, and for a patient like him, even a slight exposure could bring on a serious illness the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tane, do Itachi believe there truly exists a person who can kill demons solely through their own strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki had not yet recovered from his excitement, his whole body trembling slightly, causing his wife to think he was cold and add another layer of clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane scolded gently: “Aren’t all the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps killing demons through their own skill? What’s so astonishing about that? Why are Itachi sitting by the window in the middle of the night, catching a chill?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter how strong a swordsman is, they still need a Nichirin Blade to sever a demon’s neck. I’m talking about someone who doesn’t need a Nichirin Blade at all—someone who kills demons purely through raw physical power!” Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki stared at his wife with burning eyes, his gaze as sincere as a child’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi should have passed the age of idolizing heroes,” Ubuyashiki Tane shook her head with a smile, but she quickly stopped laughing, for her husband’s expression was utterly serious, as if describing something undeniably real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to every member of the Demon Slayer Corps, such a thing sounded like a fairy tale, for no one understood better than they how powerful demons truly were—beings capable of crushing such monsters with sheer physical strength could only be even greater monsters themselves!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not human!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane noticed the action report in her husband’s hands; she took a deep breath and asked: “Is it what’s written in this report that led Itachi to this thought?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki handed the report to his wife and smiled gently: “Take a look. The contents might shatter your imagination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane took the report and read it for a long time, her expression shifting repeatedly; finally, she set it down and asked: “Is this information credible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every piece of intelligence gathered by the Demon Slayer Corps was paid for with the lives of its members; the Ubuyashiki family had never questioned its authenticity—this was perhaps the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Ubuyashiki Tane spoke those words, she herself froze in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This report was sent back by Shinobu. As for the person she mentioned, I mentioned him to Itachi not long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane began recalling every word her husband had ever said to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it the adopted son taken in by Sanemi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Tane suddenly understood, then her expression turned to shock: “I remember only a few months have passed since he took his final examination…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are always some people born with extraordinary talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki let out a quiet laugh, then closed his eyes and fell into deep thought; the room grew silent as Ubuyashiki Tane watched her husband quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki spoke in a low, firm voice: “I will convene the Hashira Meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons, currently resided in the form of a child within a pharmaceutical merchant’s household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not here to enjoy the family’s wealth and luxury, but for their vast collection of medical texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the day he became a demon, Muzan Kibutsuji had relentlessly pursued one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blue Higanbana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many ancient texts Muzan Kibutsuji consulted, he found no record of the Blue Higanbana, leading him to doubt whether such a flower even existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he thought the Blue Higanbana might not exist, Muzan Kibutsuji immediately fell into extreme rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Muzan Kibutsuji was in a bad mood, the number of missing persons in Tokyo surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While flipping through books, Muzan suddenly flashed a vision he had never seen before: “he” was being held in someone’s hand, gazed upon with utter contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gaze instantly reminded him of the swordsman who had driven him to the brink centuries ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more images flooded his mind, Muzan’s expression grew increasingly grotesque; his fury nearly shattered his childlike form, threatening to reveal his true body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense anger was mixed with a faint, indescribable fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a person exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he consumed some special drug?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… was he another demon created by the doctor, besides himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless questions surged like a tide, drowning Muzan’s mind; Chu Yang’s absolute power had nothing to do with the word “human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Chu Yang had killed Douma and Akaza barehanded, Muzan did not connect the terrifying boy in his mind with the newly recruited Demon Slayer mentioned in the recent report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching the full account of Akaza’s death, the fear buried deep within his soul, accompanied by profound self-doubt, began to spread wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That familiar, sunlike flame was Muzan’s lifelong, indelible nightmare—he knew clearly: it was the Sun Breathing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible! I was there in that era—I killed every swordsman who knew the Sun Breathing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This breathing technique cannot still exist in this world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It absolutely cannot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan wanted to deny the existence of the Sun Breathing, yet the clear images in his mind slapped his face—Chu Yang’s dominant flames could simultaneously suppress two Upper Moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the flames on Chu Yang, Muzan was certain he was human, for no demon in existence could withstand the burning of the Sun Breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intense fear made Muzan’s body tremble uncontrollably; as the progenitor of demons, he could not calm himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s inhuman abilities far surpassed those of Kokushibo; though Kokushibo had been powerful, he still needed his sword to slay demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Yang did not! He crushed the skulls of Upper Moons with his bare fists! “I must gather the remaining demons of the Twelve Kizuki!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan Kibutsuji, forcing down his fear, issued a summons to his subordinates; the demons under his command began converging on Infinity Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan Kibutsuji brought not only a curse upon the Ubuyashiki clan, but also a miraculous ability to foresee the future; once the Ubuyashiki clan resolved to eradicate Muzan Kibutsuji, this foresight began to manifest in their descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the power of foresight, the Ubuyashiki clan escaped Muzan’s assassinations multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They steadily strengthened the Demon Slayer Corps and battled him for a thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki urgently wished to meet Chu Yang, hoping to see in him a glimpse of the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the greatest turning point in the Ubuyashiki clan’s thousand-year history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kurogane crows flew in and out constantly, countless messages flowing back and forth, ultimately converging into two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assemble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, all the Hashira scattered across the land set aside their duties and returned to headquarters at maximum speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu, who had returned to Butterfly House to recuperate, also received the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the other Hashira, she received an additional message of concern from Ubuyashiki Yoriyuki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assembly was scheduled for five days later; by then, her body would have recovered sufficiently, so she would not miss the Hashira Meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang naturally received the assembly order—he was the central figure of this meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Butterfly House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after changing her sister’s bandages, Kanao stepped out of the room and saw Chu Yang sunbathing in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay beneath a cherry tree, enjoying the rare sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had rained continuously for the past several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao stood still, watching Chu Yang for a long time; her cheeks gradually flushed as she recalled her previous unreasonable outburst toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she could convince herself that concern leading to overreaction was natural, she still felt guilty; without Chu Yang, she might have lost her only family forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are Itachi doing here alone?” Wanting to apologize, Kanao pushed past her embarrassment and walked up to Chu Yang; the words were on her lips, but she hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for awkward small talk—Itachi want to apologize, just say it plainly. Don’t waste time on meaningless gestures,” Chu Yang, half-asleep, glanced at her and bluntly pierced her discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao glared at him in anger, but did not argue further; she sincerely apologized to Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s lips curled into a faint smile as he nodded: “Good. I accept your apology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Kanao felt immense relief and suddenly found Chu Yang much more agreeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled and asked: “I heard Itachi and your sister will both attend the Hashira Meeting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since I killed two demons ranked high among the Upper Moons, the headquarters clearly needs a detailed account of the entire event. Shinobu’s report alone isn’t enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang gazed thoughtfully at the sky; Kanao watched him, sensing he was unusually unconcerned about the tense situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Kanao grew curious again; she asked cautiously: “How strong are the Upper Moons really? Is it true, as Shinobu said, that even a single Hashira would struggle to match them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang plucked a few fallen cherry petals and chewed them dry; when the floral fragrance filled his mouth, he mumbled: “It depends. Even among Hashira, there are differences in strength. If it were Sanemi, he could still overpower either Douma or Akaza one-on-one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao blurted out: “What if it were Itachi—fighting two at once?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang did not answer Kanao’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to watch the ever-changing clouds with undivided attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao did not press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she received no direct answer, her mind had already formed its own conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi two are awfully relaxed,” Shinobu walked over, dressed in a pure white haori; her complexion had improved since before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, Itachi should rest more in your room!” Kanao hurried toward Shinobu, reaching out to support her, but Shinobu gently refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve rested enough. It’s time to prepare for the Hashira Meeting. Chu Yang, Itachi should get ready too,” Shinobu smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft, soothing, never forcing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have nothing to pack. If Itachi’re ready, we can leave now,” Chu Yang stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao turned and glared at Chu Yang: “Sister’s injuries aren’t fully healed—can’t we wait a little longer? Why the rush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not him who’s in a hurry—it’s me!” Shinobu tapped Kanao’s forehead with her finger, exasperated: “The other Hashira are already arriving at headquarters. If we don’t move now, are we going to make the Lord and them wait patiently?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanao’s eyes welled with tears, looking pitifully at Shinobu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While I’m gone, Itachi and Kanae must watch over Butterfly House and take care of Shinobu—she’s still young and has endured terrible things…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Shinobu spoke, her voice grew quieter; Kanao looked up and saw her sister’s eyes, just as misty as her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Shinobu pulled Kanao into a tight embrace: “Kanao, just wait a little longer. We’ll end this all soon—then Itachi can live as a normal girl, enjoy your own life, stop running around Butterfly House, and no longer worry about my safety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about me, sister. As long as Itachi’re here, I’ve always been happy,” Kanao held Shinobu quietly, the emotion of regaining what she thought lost growing stronger within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the sisters parted; Kanao no longer pouted, and solemnly apologized to Chu Yang once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang waved his hand, not giving it a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, Chu Yang and Shinobu left Butterfly House, escorted by [In], heading for headquarters; though the situation was urgent, both followed protocol, keeping their eyes tightly covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more critical the moment, the more one must maintain a calm heart and do what one normally does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang’s tall frame required considerable effort from [In]’s team to transport him; by the time they arrived, the sun had already set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya and all the Pillars were waiting for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before removing the blindfold, Chu Yang already sensed a familiar presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muichiro stood at the forefront of the Pillars, walking toward Chu Yang with a compassionate smile, then personally untied the black cloth covering his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done,” Muichiro whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned and led Chu Yang and Shinobu into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya stood in the garden, silently watching Chu Yang; though he had not yet gone completely blind, his vision was heavily blurred, able only to make out the boy’s silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes met in midair—and for just an instant, Ubuyashiki Kagaya’s spirit was flooded with countless images.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The images flashed rapidly, then froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya’s breath suddenly quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward quickly and seized Chu Yang’s hand in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi are the one who will end it all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who will end it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s expressions changed instantly; Ubuyashiki Kagaya’s words carried immense weight, signifying that the thousand-year feud between the Demon Slayer Corps and demons might finally be nearing its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu, standing just behind Chu Yang, covered her mouth in excitement, tears glistening in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come today solely to hear those words from the Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who will end it all,” Muichiro clasped his hands together, bowing his head and murmuring endlessly, tears streaming down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha, I must have great luck—I’ve only just become a Pillar, and already I may fulfill my wish to slay every demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While others stood stunned, a boy roughly Shinobu’s age laughed loudly—his sunlike golden-red hair caught Chu Yang’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of this generation of Pillars were of similar age—Shinobu included—all around seventeen or eighteen, no older than high school seniors in the modern world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had nearly all become Pillars at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uzui Tengen and Muichiro were slightly older—one twenty-three, the other twenty-five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kyojuro, stop joking. That kid’s barely any age, joined the Demon Slayer Corps only a few months ago—do Itachi really believe he single-handedly killed an Upper Moon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From what I see, he probably tricked Shinobu with some cheap trick. Those two demons weren’t Upper Moons at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy mocking Chu Yang bore a long scar across his nose bridge and sported a spiky silver-white hairstyle—extremely striking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of all, his attitude was the most arrogant Chu Yang had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang could clearly feel…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This white-haired boy didn’t regard a single person in the courtyard as worthy of notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, Jiro!” Shinobu glared at the man speaking so rashly, her voice cold: “Do Itachi think I can’t tell truth from falsehood? Or do Itachi believe any two random demons could overpower me without resistance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Shinobu gripped the hilt of her Nichirin Blade and said firmly: “If Itachi hold my strength in such low regard, then test it yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not what I meant, Shinobu!” Jiro, realizing his mistake, stammered: “I meant those two demons might’ve been Lower Moons—even if not as strong as Upper Moons, still—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro’s explanation only deepened Shinobu’s displeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi really can’t speak well, Jiro-senpai,” said the youngest Pillar, Mitsuri Kanroji, blinking wide-eyed and shaking her head: “How have Itachi even survived this long with such a clumsy tongue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch your mouth, Itachi brat!” Jiro whirled around, snarling as if ready to devour her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang reached out and pushed Shinobu’s half-drawn blade back into its sheath, smiling: “There’s a better way to prove it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped toward Jiro, gesturing with a finger: “Come on—try it and see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro grinned cruelly: “Itachi don’t think I’ll go easy on Itachi, do Itachi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu frowned again, her expression darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi look like a middle-schooler obsessed with love,” Chu Yang clicked his tongue, smirking: “Itachi’re eighteen—surely Itachi’re not still like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asshole!” Jiro lunged at Chu Yang with blinding speed, air swirling around him—he had activated his Breathing Technique, though he hadn’t drawn his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a practitioner of Wind Breathing, Jiro excelled in speed; in both attack and movement, he was the fastest among all Pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To onlookers, Jiro vanished and reappeared before Chu Yang in an instant—before Chu Yang could react, his fist was already swinging toward Chu Yang’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muichiro and Kyojuro appeared simultaneously beside Ubuyashiki Kagaya, shielding him; others rushed closer, convinced that regardless of Chu Yang’s strength, Jiro himself might harm the Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya, however, watched the two intently, not blinking once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro was considerate enough not to use his weapon, attacking bare-handed—perhaps he subconsciously believed Chu Yang wasn’t even worthy of a blade. But just as Jiro’s fist neared Chu Yang’s cheek, he thought—was it an illusion?—that Chu Yang was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, smiling at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he smiling? The moment Jiro’s fist struck Chu Yang’s cheek, a sharp crack echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of bone breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro’s lips curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facial bone fractures hurt terribly—he hoped this kid wouldn’t scream too loudly, lest it seem like he was bullying him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, Jiro’s expression twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A searing pain surged from his finger bones, growing stronger by the instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Jiro realize—the broken bone was his own, not Chu Yang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard didn’t even dodge—he took the punch straight on his face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro’s blood ran cold; instinctively, he tried to pull back—but as he retracted his arm, he felt something clamp down on it with crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro looked up: Chu Yang had gripped his arm, his smile now colder, more intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro shuddered—a flash of terror passed through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally reached for his Nichirin Blade with his other hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang noticed Jiro’s move but made no move to stop him; Jiro’s resistance meant less to him than Kokushibo’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted everyone here to witness his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro was merely a pitiful benchmark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enraged, Jiro no longer held back—he drew his Nichirin Blade and without warning slashed at Chu Yang’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to believe Chu Yang wouldn’t let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone held their breath; Muichiro moved to intervene, but Ubuyashiki Kagaya tugged his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya spoke softly, halting all the Pillars in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu remained calm—she knew Jiro’s Nichirin Blade might not even cut Chu Yang’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, under everyone’s gaze, Jiro’s blade clashed violently against Chu Yang’s arm—sparks erupted like two pieces of equally hard metal colliding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s pupils shrank in shock, faces filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most stunned of all was Jiro himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Yang gave him no time to react—after the blade struck, Chu Yang raised his right fist and slammed it into Jiro’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Splat!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood bloomed in midair like a brilliant flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro screamed as he flew through the air—anyone could imagine the agony he endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Chu Yang held back, Jiro’s facial bones were surely fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing on the ground, Jiro’s head spun—he struggled to rise, but his limbs refused to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood blurred his vision; he squinted, glaring fiercely at Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one punch! Just one exchange! He had been utterly defeated by this man!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other hadn’t even drawn his blade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jiro had used his full strength—crushed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly, unquestionably crushed! How could Jiro, so proud, endure such defeat? He clenched his Nichirin Blade with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind Breathing Ninth Form: Vaiten Typhoon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro surged forward, unleashing a full-power strike—his blade spun around Chu Yang in rapid, continuous slashes, generating countless wind blades that intertwined like a true typhoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang stood at the storm’s eye, enduring its most terrifying assault!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinobu stepped forward nervously—their escalating battle had surpassed her expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feared that if this continued, Chu Yang might not hold back—and might kill Jiro outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, battles at this level rarely allowed for restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless wind blades scraped across Chu Yang’s body; through the towering cyclone, observers could barely hear metallic clangs and occasional sparks, dazzling like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Jiro, trapped at the storm’s center with Chu Yang, could see clearly: Chu Yang made no effort to defend against the dense wind blades—he simply stood still, watching Jiro with a mocking gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look seemed to say…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this your utmost strength? Jiro felt unbearable frustration—he wanted to roar, but his mouth filled only with bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is all I have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost in self-doubt, Jiro’s eyes grew vacant; the dual blow of physical and mental collapse shattered the boy genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer hold on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiro’s vision went black—his consciousness slipped into numbness; all he could still hear were distant cries of alarm, while his body grew numb, as if the entire world was peeling him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if his soul had slipped out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Chu Yang had not held back, his life would have ended that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others stared at Fusui Genya, unconscious on the ground; apart from Ubuyashiki Kagaya and Shinobu, many had paled repeatedly, their minds a chaotic mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that Kyojuro had been defeated was shocking enough, but even more terrifying was the absolute superiority Chu Yang displayed in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this had been a real life-or-death fight, Fusui Genya’s fate would have been brutal slaughter at Chu Yang’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this the gap between a Pillar and an Upper Moon?” Uzui Tengen’s fear flickered briefly in his eyes as he asked grimly, “How can we possibly defeat such a powerful enemy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His question left most in the room silent; only Rengoku Kyojuro and Shinobu Kocho remained unfazed, their expressions unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two possessed unshakable inner resolve; though they too felt fear, they chose to face their enemies head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang returned, dragging the unconscious Fusui Genya, and tossed him to Shinobu to tend to. “Itachi made one mistake just now,” he told Uzui Tengen. “This isn’t the gap between Itachi and the Upper Moons—it’s the gap between the Upper Moons and me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uzui Tengen’s face instantly flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inosuke Hashibira and Mitsuri Kanroji whispered to each other beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Itachi see that? He has not a single wound—not even a tear in his clothes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I saw. If I hadn’t seen him in daylight, I’d swear he was a demon. No human could do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, he’s incredibly strong—easily defeated Fusui Genya. Even if his temper’s terrible, his power is undeniable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honesty? Fusui is stronger than me. If I’d been in that fight, it would’ve ended even more cleanly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomioka Giyu stood quietly to the side, listening to their conversation, nodding silently in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He actually held affection for Chu Yang; though he’d never met him, he’d heard stories about him from Tengen Uzui and Shinobu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang had slain Hand Demon during the Final Selection and granted Sanko his final wish—Tomioka Giyu deeply appreciated this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he felt no jealousy toward Chu Yang’s unnatural strength—only pure respect for a human who had reached such heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya was emotionally overwhelmed, trembling uncontrollably; he had glimpsed a sliver of the future, but witnessing it firsthand made it impossible to suppress his reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his body not been frail, he would have shouted aloud, venting a thousand years of accumulated fury from the Ubuyashiki clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did Itachi do it? Can Itachi teach me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rengoku Kyojuro stepped forward, walking straight to Chu Yang, his eyes clear and fixed on him. No one else could have lowered their pride so easily to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone else had asked, Chu Yang might have brushed them off with “talent.” But facing Rengoku Kyojuro’s sincere gaze, he couldn’t dismiss him lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not long ago, while on a mission, I accidentally acquired an ancient breathing technique. At first glance, it resembles Flame Breathing—but it’s entirely different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, I learned its name: Sun Breathing. It was created by a man named Kokushibo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang calmly recounted the origins of Sun Breathing and the story of Kokushibo; his plain words stirred seismic upheavals in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Kokushibo’s death, the Demon Slayer Corps suffered brutal retaliation from Muzan Kibutsuji, enduring devastating blows throughout history, nearly losing its lineage—so this history had long been forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Chu Yang’s account, they finally understood how breathing techniques had originated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ubuyashiki Kagaya, as clan head, had never heard this before. Chu Yang’s words resolved the lingering doubts he’d held about his family and the Demon Slayer Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Slayer Corps had once enjoyed such glory—so close to eradicating demons entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I see what Sun Breathing looks like?” Ubuyashiki Kagaya’s eyes shimmered with hope as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—everyone else’s expressions were much the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Shinobu, who had witnessed it once in battle against Muzan, still longed to see that comforting, overwhelming power again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang demonstrated Sun Breathing’s state: flame-like energy coiled around him, visually resembling Flame Breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, everyone sensed the difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Breathing generated far higher temperatures—truly the sensation of being scorched by the midday sun. Realizing demons feared sunlight, they understood why Muzan Kibutsuji, the progenitor of demons, feared practitioners of this technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone assumed that was all, Chu Yang borrowed Rengoku Kyojuro’s Nichirin Blade and began performing the God of Fire Dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thirteen forms of Sun Breathing, refined by Kokushibo, were flawless—each movement perfect, radiating an indescribable beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Breathing’s techniques carried flame-shaped aura; Chu Yang’s God of Fire Dance, besides similar aura, featured a distinct white circle at its center—like the sun, shining brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Rengoku Kyojuro was utterly captivated by the God of Fire Dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Breathing had lost some forms over time; other breathing techniques had suffered similar losses. So when the perfect thirteen forms appeared before them, their subconscious felt a missing piece restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rengoku Kyojuro and Shinobu Kocho both found inspiration to refine their own sword techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment, they were certain: Chu Yang’s Sun Breathing was the origin of all breathing techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya stood farthest away, feeling the heat radiating from Chu Yang. Though night had fallen and temperatures plunged, he felt as if embracing the noon sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several repetitions, Chu Yang stopped, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. Each performance of the God of Fire Dance pushed him beyond his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warm sunlight vanished; everyone’s faces bore expressions of lingering awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just over ten minutes, they had gained immeasurable insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If every Demon Slayer could train Sun Breathing, wouldn’t demons have been wiped out long ago?” Ubuyashiki Kagaya said with deep emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shook his head. “Sun Breathing is powerful, but its threshold is extremely high. Not everyone can reach its advanced levels. Centuries ago, besides Kokushibo, other practitioners existed—but Muzan Kibutsuji still slaughtered them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya nodded, smiling bitterly. “Itachi’re right. I assumed too easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having gone this far, Chu Yang had no objection to adding more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sun Breathing is powerful, but that doesn’t mean its derivatives are weak. In fact, after Full Concentration and Constant Awareness, any breathing technique can elevate the human body to a higher level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that stage, strange markings appear on the body. Kokushibo was born with these markings—and possessed even greater abilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang continued explaining the concept of markings, but concealed the fact that they drained life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Chu Yang could fix this flaw: if markings drained life force, he could simply replenish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Markings draining life force differed from Tanjiro’s condition—he was terminally ill, and Chu Yang could do little for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Replenishing life force and curing a terminal illness were two different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang didn’t know how to treat illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if someone could cure Tanjiro’s illness, Chu Yang could restore his life force to peak, letting him live normally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So if we awaken markings, we can become as strong as Itachi?” Uzui Tengen stared intently at Chu Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It varies by person,” Chu Yang replied. “If Itachi truly awaken, come find me and try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uzui Tengen smiled, genuinely looking eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the concept of markings, Tomioka Giyu, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke: “How do we awaken markings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple,” Chu Yang said. Instantly, markings appeared on his face and arms—shaped like animal feathers, yet also like scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Among swordsmen, if one awakens markings, others will gradually awaken too, for markings resonate like breathing,” Chu Yang said calmly. “Itachi need only let it happen naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rengoku Kyojuro scratched his head, grinning awkwardly. “Feels like cheating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Yang shook his head. “Awakening markings isn’t the peak of breathing techniques.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though markings can ‘transmit,’ Itachi must refine your breathing technique’s movements with greater precision—use minimal motion to generate maximum power. In this process, your mind will gradually become transparent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As your senses open, Itachi’ll perceive more information from your body—information your brain normally suppresses. This will cause immense pain. Itachi must endure it and learn to control it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Itachi’ll shut off unnecessary stimuli, making every movement as swift and precise as a blink, hiding your aura at will. At that point, your mind will perceive a transparent world—this state is called the Transparent World.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Transparent World, your bodily functions surge dramatically. Itachi’ll perceive the flow and pulsation of blood vessels through your enemy’s breath, seeing their movements and weaknesses with absolute clarity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone listened with rapt attention, afraid to miss a single detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when a cold wind blew through the night, causing Ubuyashiki Kagaya to cough violently, did they snap back to reality and hurriedly escort him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group sat in the brightly lit hall, beginning to discuss their next strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My appearance and the deaths of the Upper Moons must have drawn Muzan Kibutsuji’s attention. His response is uncertain—but only two possibilities exist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either he’ll use his strongest forces to eliminate me before I grow stronger—or he’ll fear my power and hide, as he did centuries ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Chu Yang’s words, their expressions varied wildly—these two possibilities represented extremes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall fell silent; all pondered which scenario was more likely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regardless of Muzan Kibutsuji’s choice, we must first focus on our own tasks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ubuyashiki Kagaya looked around, his gentle gaze brushing over them. “Awaken markings, attain the Transparent World—only then can we fight him. Until then, any preparation is futile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So from today, I will temporarily withdraw all Demon Slayer Corps forces—deny Muzan any chance to erode us. When all of Itachi have fully awakened your markings, we will strike together in final battle against Muzan Kibutsuji.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, within Infinity Castle, Muzan Kibutsuji gathered numerous demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the Twelve Kizuki, many ancient demons who had mastered Blood Demon Arts were present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muzan did only one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave them vast quantities of blood, granting them an infinitesimally small chance of evolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most demons present would die from his blood’s unbearable strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Muzan didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Infinity Castle, blood surged like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange, yet strangely beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",5168,"2026-06-20T16:23:12.107Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c67da8ef14e38bf10b888c7e13f3af788c70d7c41aa56144b778c3cbc00b0a18","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-87","simultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-chapter-85",498,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-starting-from-narut-cover.jpg"]