Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

Author: Rotten Pipe

Synopsis: [Breathing of Color] [Easy and No-Swords] [Get Stronger by Sticking Together] [Demon Slayer Corps Meteor Shower] [Multiple Heroines]

While others slay demons through arduous training, Shirakawa Yu first asks the girl, "May I smell it?"

Shinobu Kocho smiled and raised her poison: "How many times do you want to die first?"

Nezuko's little head peeked out from behind, her pink eyes blinking.

In the final battle of the Infinity Castle, facing Muzan's overwhelming pressure, Shirakawa Yu stood among the women and took a deep breath—

A pink aura surged skyward: "Muzan, do you dare to cross-dress?!"

(I don't accept Muzan, but I will accept other female ghosts. Please don't enter if you mind.)

(Currently recruited: Nezuko, Makomo, Kanao, Tamayo, the Spider Mother and Daughter, Shinobu Kocho, Daki, Kanae. Currently pursuing Mitsuri. Not yet pursuing Nakime.)

Chapter 1: The ultimate lung attack on Nezuko!

"You, go down the mountain."

Urokodaki Sakonji wore a tengu mask, and his voice was deliberately cold.

Beside him, the black-haired youth Bai Chuanyu was tugging at his trouser leg, his handsome face filled with pity.

"No, Master!!!" (╥﹏╥)

He drew out his words, his eyes red-rimmed, "Please don't leave me!"

"I am not your master."

Urokodaki broke free from Shirakawa Yu's hand and turned to leave.

"Eight months have passed, and you still haven't even scratched the surface of breathing techniques. I've never had such an untalented disciple as you."

That might sound hurtful, but it's the truth.

Eight months have passed, and Shirakawa Yu still can't feel the "total concentration" of Water Breathing.

Every training session resulted in me sucking in my side air and then coughing like a tuberculosis patient.

"But Master! I have rare blood! If I go down the mountain, I'll be delivering takeout to ghosts, the kind with top-quality sashimi platters! Can you bear to do that?"

These words made Urokodaki pause in his tracks.

indeed.

Rare blood types are an absolute feast for ghosts.

Especially since this kid's blood is extremely rare.

Eating him is equivalent to eating at least a hundred people.

If they aren't discovered, that's fine, but if they are, no ghost will ever let them go!

If this idiot were to go down the mountain and wander around like that, he probably wouldn't live much longer.

“There’s a village at the foot of the mountain. I’ll find you a place to stay.” Urokodaki’s tone softened slightly.

"I'll come over if anything happens."

"What if you're late? What if the devil pulls a blitzkrieg? What if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

"There are some!"

Shirakawa Yu executed a perfect sliding kneel to re-embrace Urokodaki's left leg, a move so practiced it was heartbreaking.

“Master, please let me follow you! I’ll serve you tea and water, massage your back and legs, and I can even tell jokes! Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple, and in the temple was a young monk telling stories to an old monk—”

"Shut up." Urokodaki's forehead twitched.

"In these eight months, you've broken three of my teacups and burned five meals. Who's serving whom here? Let go."

"I do not!"

"Let go!"

"I won't!"

......

In the sky, the setting sun dyed the clouds orange.

Urokodaki stood there, his tengu mask gazing into the distance, radiating an aura of "I'm so tired."

Bai Chuanyu squatted three meters behind him, resting his chin on his hands, smiling broadly.

If it had a tail, it would probably have left a trail of afterimages by now.

It failed again.

In those eight months, the number of times Urokodaki tried to get rid of him was astonishing.

But Shirakawa Yu's shamelessness was even more astonishing.

Not once was it successful.

"I need to pick someone up," Urokodaki said quietly, as if resigned to his fate.

"I'm going too!" (????)

"You are not allowed to go."

"Then I'll go secretly!"

Urokodaki's forehead veins bulged into a grid pattern, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer and took a deep breath.

Shirakawa Yu knew that tone all too well.

Whenever Urokodaki felt annoyed and wanted some peace and quiet, he would take a deep breath and then disappear in a flash.

Water Breathing: The Art of Escape!

Sure enough, the next second, Scaledaki transformed into a blue-black afterimage and rushed down the mountain path.

They ran away again!

"Master, you're doing this again!" [○?｀Д'? ○]

Shirakawa Yu jumped up and gave chase, yelling, "You can't shake me off—!!"

In eight months, he didn't master the breathing technique, but he did develop excellent physical fitness.

Now, he runs the 100 meters in under nine seconds.

The long jump exceeded nine meters.

As a transmigrator who came to this world, it was indeed beyond his expectations that he could develop such physical abilities.

It seems that from the moment he came into this world, there was an aura that was slowly and imperceptibly changing his physique.

This is also why he's so dedicated to mastering breathing techniques: I believe I can do it! Even if I can't now, I'm sure I will in the future!

Of course, the main reason is... unwillingness to accept it.

He had transmigrated into his favorite anime world, and even came with a system.

However, because they didn't know the breathing technique, the system remained stuck and unable to activate after providing them with the most basic language abilities.

Unfortunately, his Chinese bloodline was still extremely rare in this world.

Not only can I not be the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel with a system, I can't even be an ordinary, normal person.

Who can I complain to about this?

He figured it out as soon as he transmigrated.

In this land overrun by ghosts, as an ordinary person with rare blood, there are only two ways to survive if I want to avoid being eaten.

One is to become a powerful figure, the other is to cling to that powerful figure!

Since I haven't learned the breathing techniques yet, I can forget about becoming a top player for now...

They could only, and had to, cling tightly to the coattails of Sakonji Urokodaki, the former water pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Where are you going! Where am I going!

Never leave a ghost to eat alone!

Ahead, Urokodaki glanced back at his "disciple" who was chasing after him, panting heavily, and let out a soft sigh from behind his mask.

In the end, they slowed down.

Meanwhile, a dozen miles away...

The woods were bustling with activity.

Tanjiro, a boy with a scar on his forehead, and his sister Nezuko, who has just become a demon, are fighting a demon.

Strictly speaking, it was two against one.

Although Nezuko is now a demon, she helps her brother.

The temple ghost was bewildered.

He'd been a ghost for years and had never seen a human and a ghost fight each other.

I've never even seen a Ghost Gang member!

He was so angry his head almost fell off—literally. He was kicked away by Nezuko.

Unfortunately, when ghosts fight ghosts, no one loses health.

Tanjiro did not have a Nichirin Blade.

So even though the temple ghost was 'split apart', it could still fight on two fronts, 'separating its head from its body', leaving the two in a sorry state.

Fortunately, the demon head with hands growing out of its neck was pinned to the tree by Tanjiro's axe.

The headless ghost, resembling Xingtian, was ultimately thrown off the cliff by the brother and sister, a near miss.

Now, Tanjiro stands before the demon head with hands, gripping his dagger, panting heavily, his hands trembling.