“A sword is easily broken.
While it can accept vertical forces well, it struggles to withstand lateral forces.
When using a sword, you must apply force straight along its length.
The orientation of the blade and the direction of the swing must be perfectly aligned.
Even the slightest misalignment will cause the sword’s power to drop and can even shatter the blade.”
As he spoke, Urokodaki, holding a sword, effortlessly sliced a wooden log in front of him in half.
One shouldn’t underestimate the difficulty of cutting through a log with a single strike.
After seeing Urokodaki’s demonstration, Tanjirou eagerly tried his hand at it.
However, his blade did not cut through the log; instead, it got stuck in the outer part of the wood.
Despite Tanjirou’s considerable strength, it was useless without proper technique.
Moreover, Tanjirou was genuinely afraid of accidentally breaking the sword.
Urokodaki wasn’t surprised, but criticism and instruction were still necessary.
While Urokodaki was lecturing Tanjirou, Chika, holding the sword Urokodaki had handed her after his demonstration, turned her gaze and locked onto the log that Tanjirou had failed to cut.
With a sharp “Swish!” sound, the log clattered as it was severed into two pieces, one of which slowly rolled onto the ground.
Hearing the noise, Tanjirou and Urokodaki stiffly turned their heads, inch by inch, to look at Chika.
“Sis…
how did you do that…”
“Uh, well…
I just did?”
Chika also blinked her eyes awkwardly.
In truth, the moment she gripped the sword, she faintly sensed a strange feeling.
Following that feeling, she simply gave it a try, and the result surprised even her.
After a moment of thought, a look of sudden understanding dawned on Chika’s face.
She looked seriously at the stunned Tanjirou and Urokodaki and said, “Well!
A kitchen knife is still a knife, after all!
This might be my first time holding this kind of sword, but I handle a kitchen knife every single day, don’t I?!”
Chika’s First Theory: A kitchen knife is still a knife!
Hearing this theory, Urokodaki felt a cascade of black lines (symbolizing exasperation) over his head.
While it was true that a kitchen knife is a type of knife, that didn’t mean being skilled with a kitchen knife translated directly to proficiency with a proper sword.
Urokodaki was exasperated, but beside him, Tanjirou wore an expression of enlightenment, his thought process connecting with Chika’s.
“That’s right!
A kitchen knife is still a knife.
Sis, you’re amazing with a kitchen knife!” Tanjirou explained to himself, his eyes gleaming. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
In the Kamado household, due to their father’s poor health and early passing, the mother and the older children had to mature early and handle household chores.
Nezuko was responsible for taking care of the younger children and doing needlework.
Tanjirou was in charge of chopping firewood and assisting his mother with important family matters.
Meanwhile, Chika had picked up the kitchen knife early on, becoming the head chef of the household.
Tanjirou had once witnessed his sister’s kitchen knife skills in the kitchen.
They were so incredible that describing them as divinely skilled wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Linking kitchen knife skills with sword skills, Tanjirou suddenly didn’t find it strange anymore.
Tanjirou tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, thinking that since his sister had succeeded, he needed to succeed quickly too.
In the original story, it took Tanjirou two years in the mountains to learn all of Urokodaki’s lessons.
But now, with Chika’s presence, Tanjirou had gained an extra layer of powerful motivation compared to the original.
Just need to put in a bit more effort!!!
Nezuko slept, Tanjirou went all out, and Chika was still in the process of exploring the mysteries of her own body.
Although she could now leave her wheelchair, Chika would still use it from time to time.
Corresponding to this body’s inexplicable talent was the fact that Chika tired more easily than an average person.
This was probably the so-called “equivalent exchange.”
Chika was also practicing Water Breathing.
Perhaps someone might ask why she didn’t directly practice Hinokami Kagura.
There was a reason for that.
The “power” of Hinokami Kagura was far, far more intense than that of Water Breathing.
Even Tanjirou, who after two years of training left the mountains, joined the Demon Slayer Corps, and successfully killed several lower-level demons, would feel such intense discomfort after swinging Sun Breathing a few times that he would kneel on the spot.
Practicing Hinokami Kagura without a solid foundation was no different from forcibly using a high-level skill without being high enough level.
Whether one could even execute it was a question mark, and it would also drain one’s life force like crazy.
Water Breathing is one of the five fundamental Breathing Techniques derived from the Origin Breathing.
Its characteristics are well-rounded overall attributes and a gentle breath.
Among the five fundamental Breathing Techniques, it is considered relatively easy to pick up, and a large portion of the Demon Slayer Corps uses Water Breathing.
First Form: Water Surface Slash
Second Form: Water Wheel
Third Form: Flowing Dance
Fourth Form: Striking Tide
Fifth Form: Blessed Rain After the Drought
Sixth Form: Whirlpool
Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin
Ninth Form: Splashing Water Flow, Turbulent
Tenth Form: Constant Flux
From a swordsmanship perspective, these ten techniques were truly comprehensive.
There were movement-based ones like “Splashing Water Flow, Turbulent,” a merciful one like “Blessed Rain After the Drought,” and one that could achieve victory from a weaker position like “Constant Flux,” and so on.
Chika studied them diligently, and when she truly mastered them, she was startled.
It turned out you could really spray “water”…
Well, upon closer observation, she realized it wasn’t actual water but water-like sword energy—a manifestation of sword energy.
If Water Breathing could actually spray water, Flame Breathing could actually spew fire, and Thunder Breathing could actually create thunder, then the true value of these Breathing Techniques would probably extend far beyond just slaying demons…
Time passed day by day.
Because the two’s training speed far exceeded his expectations, his original plans were disrupted, forcing him to frequently revise them.
Night.
Chika lay in bed, quietly looking at the ceiling of the room, then slowly closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
As expected, she dreamed again of the dream she had had countless times since crossing over.
In the Kamado household, after Tanjirou left, the family continued their days peacefully and harmoniously as usual.
The mother, gentle and virtuous.
Nezuko was also a fine young lady.
Although Takeo, Shigeru, Rokuta, and Hanako were still young and had their mischievous sides as children, they didn’t cause any trouble for everyone; they weren’t bratty kids.
Chika stood in the kitchen, examining the ingredients in her hands, thinking about how to make the food even more delicious.
Just as Chika decided and was about to start cooking, a “Thump!
Thump!
Thump!” knocking sound came from the front door.
“Who is it?”
“It definitely can’t be brother; he just left.”
“I’ll open it!
I’ll open the door!”
“Takeo, slow down, slow down.”
Takeo rushed quickly towards the front door, and Mother Kamado Kie also quickly stood up, wanting to see who was knocking.
With a “Creeeak~” sound, Takeo opened the front door.
Standing at the entrance was a man dressed in a black suit who bore a resemblance to Michael Jackson.
“Hello~”