Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Comics to American Comics, a Powerful Attack

It wasn't until dawn that Chu Yang stopped breathing and stretched comfortably.

At this moment, Himejima Gyoumei slowly opened his blind eyes and asked softly, "How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Chu Yang felt his body and said, "My whole body feels warm, and there's nothing that makes me uncomfortable."

Hearing the aura emanating from Chu Yang, which had grown considerably stronger than before, Himejima Gyomei nodded with satisfaction. "Being able to quickly master the breathing technique proves that you have a high affinity for the Rock Breathing. This will save us a lot of time, allowing us to focus our energy on swordsmanship training."

Seemingly fearing that Chu Yang would be too eager for quick results, Beimingyu Xingming reminded him again: "Although you took longer to enter the breathing state for the first time than others, you must be careful. If you feel any discomfort, you must stop the breathing method immediately."

“I understand.” Chu Yang asked with great interest, “Then when will we begin practicing sword techniques?”

Beimingyu Xingming clasped his hands together and said in a low voice, "I originally wanted you to rest, but you definitely can't fall asleep in your current state, so let's start now."

"Swordsmen who have always practiced the Breath of Rock have been much stronger than those of other styles, so ordinary Nichirin Blades are not suitable for us."

At this point, Himejima Gyomei paused, "You don't seem to know what a Nichirin Blade is, do you?"

Chu Yang replied, "I saw it when I was rescued, and I also saw it with the injured swordsmen in the Butterfly Mansion, but everyone's Nichirin Blade seems to be different?"

Gyomei Himejima nodded and said, "The style of the Nichirin Blade varies from person to person. When you officially become a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, you will also have your own Nichirin Blade."

"The material of the Nichirin Blade is different from that of ordinary swords. It is made from a mineral called Scarlet Gorilla Ore, which can absorb the energy of the sun and thus can effectively kill demons."

"Throughout history, no matter what kind of ghost it is, the fear of the sun has always been the same."

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Chapter 57 My Greatsword is Long Awfully Thirsty

As a muffled sound rang out, Himejima Gyomei showed Chu Yang his Nichirin Blade. Judging from its appearance alone, it actually had little to do with a "blade".

It was a long iron chain, with a single-edged broadsword at one end and a spiked meteor hammer at the other, making it visually striking.

Combined with Himejima Gyomei's own wide-ranging fighting style, it creates a rather violent aesthetic.

"My weapon is rather extreme and not very useful for reference. As long as it is beneficial to combat, whether it is a sword or not is irrelevant." Himejima Gyoumei brandished his weapon, and the sharp whistling sound of the wind immediately echoed in the courtyard.

A strong wind swept through the entire courtyard.

Even Chu Yang, standing at a distance, could feel a sense of oppressive power.

"A large amount of high-purity Crimson Sand Iron has been added to this, making it very heavy. You can try swinging it." Kyōmei Himejima placed the weapon on the ground, gesturing for Chu Yang to take it. He wanted to test just how strong Chu Yang was.

The moment the chain touched him, Chu Yang felt its weight. He took a deep breath and pulled hard on the chain, lifting the weapons at both ends.

Himejima Gyomei asked, "May I try waving it?"

Chu Yang nodded, wielding his weapon with impressive skill and ease, without even breaking a sweat.

Himejima Gyomei was surprised. He had just emphasized that this weapon was extremely heavy, and no one in the entire Demon Slayer Corps except him could use it.

However, Chu Yang picked it up effortlessly on his first encounter and used it with ease.

Beimingyu Xingming realized that his idea of ​​helping Chu Yang improve his body might be a mistake.

He seems to be born with a perfect ability to adapt to his power.

"Put it down first." After Chu Yang put down the chains, Himejima Gyoumei silently put the weapon away and then said, "Your talent is exceptional, so my expectations for you will be even higher. When you can master the Breath of Rock, I will recommend you for the final selection."

"The final selection is the trial to become a Demon Slayer. There, you will face your fear and fight to the death with demons. The one who survives to the end will become a Demon Slayer, and the other will not..."

Chu Yang laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm aware of that."

“Then I have nothing more to tell you.” Himejima Gyoumei turned and went into the room, saying as he went, “There are some vats in the backyard, and there is a spring at the top of this mountain. Remember to fill these vats every day.”

Chu Yang clicked his tongue, recalling the cultivation methods he had seen on television before, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Xingming, is there anything wrong with the tools for carrying water?"

Beimingyu Xingming paused, turned his head, and showed a surprised expression. "You're quite perceptive. That's a method I used to train myself. You'll see when you go take a look."

really!

A moment later, Chu Yang arrived at the backyard and saw two large, cone-shaped water buckets next to a large pile of water vats. They were so big that they couldn't stand upright and were pressed tightly against the water vats.

Both buckets were made of iron, as was the carrying pole, which was connected to the buckets by an iron chain.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's an ascetic. He can even come up with such an inhuman training method. I'd estimate that all of it must weigh several hundred kilograms, right?" Chu Yang thought that even Xingming Beiming might not be able to lift it under normal circumstances.

Unless he maintains a state of complete concentration in his breathing.

Therefore, the training equipment in front of us should be the one that Himeyasu Gyomei used to cultivate the [Full Concentration - Normal] state.

"Let's go up the mountain!" Chu Yang hoisted the carrying pole onto his shoulder, feeling no pressure, and then walked out of the temple into the sunlight.

Unexpectedly, Himejima Gyomei stood at the door staring at him, with several new buckets at his feet. He put his hands together and said in a loud voice, "With your strength, two iron buckets won't do much training. Add these as well."

Chu Yang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. These buckets must weigh several tons together, right?

Are you kidding me?

Beimingyu Xingming looked very serious, not like he was joking, so Chu Yang immediately gave up his idea of ​​resisting and obediently added the buckets to both ends of the carrying pole.

As a result, Chu Yang truly felt the pressure and subconsciously began to concentrate his breathing, trying to reduce the burden on his body.

Hearing the natural breath of rock emanating from Chu Yang, Gyomei turned and returned to the temple with a smile on his face.

The mountain path was rugged and slippery. Chu Yang tripped after only a few steps and almost tumbled down the hillside.

Still shaken, Chu Yang took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and the sweat on his forehead slowly blurred his vision.

At the critical moment, a continuous surge of life force welled up within his body, relieving Chu Yang's fatigue. He stepped forward again, his posture steady.

Beimingyu Xingming sat in front of the Buddha statue, chanting sutras continuously. As the sun set in the west, the sky outside gradually darkened, and moonlight shone on the earth instead of sunlight.

The chanting stopped abruptly. Beimingyu Xingming got up and left the temple, preparing to search for Chu Yang, as Chu Yang might be in danger if it got any later.

Not long after leaving the temple, Himejima Gyomei heard faint footsteps coming from ahead. He was relieved and stood quietly in place to wait.

Chu Yang slowly walked towards the temple. The water in the bucket was only half full, and the other half had spilled onto the road.

Sweat had completely soaked Chu Yang's clothes, which hung heavily on his body. Even so, Chu Yang was still trying his best to maintain a state of full concentration in his breathing, otherwise he would not have been able to make it down the mountain.

When Chu Yang reached the figure of Beiming Yuxingming, his legs went weak and he suddenly lost all strength, collapsing straight down.

Beimingyu Xingming reached out and firmly grasped the carrying pole with one hand.

The two buckets swayed gently until they calmed down, and another hand supported Chu Yang.

“You did very well. I thought I was going to pick you up from the mountain.” Himejima Gyomei smiled, like the compassionate image of Buddha enshrined in a temple.

Chu Yang returned a smile, but before he could say anything, he fainted.

Only then did his concentrated breathing cease.

Beiming Yuxing nodded to himself, took him back to his room to rest, and then went to the backyard to pour the spring water that Chu Yang had worked so hard to bring into the water tank.

After that, Chu Yang went up the mountain to fetch water every day.

At first, he had to set off at dawn and not come down the mountain until dark, and each time he only had half a bucket of water, so he couldn't guarantee that the water wouldn't spill.

As he became more proficient at breathing through rocks, the time it took to descend the mountain gradually decreased. Eventually, he was able to return to the temple before dark, and the water in his two buckets increased.

Half a month later, Chu Yang was able to return to the temple before dusk and ensure that not a single drop of water in the bucket was spilled.

After half a month of training, Chu Yang can maintain a stable state of fully focused breathing even under intense exercise.

Chu Yang also filled the water tank in the backyard completely, enough to last for quite a long time.

Beiming Island Xingming watched all this silently, his inner shock unspeakable.

The training he set for Chu Yang was actually designed to last for six months, but he didn't expect Chu Yang to complete it all in just half a month.

The following day, the "Kakuna," a special unit responsible for the Demon Slayer Corps' logistics, arrived to deliver something to Gyomei Himejima.

It turns out that half a month ago, Beimingyu Xingming, who had decided to take Chu Yang under his wing, had already ordered a batch of heavy weapons from the swordsmith village.

This was prepared by Beimingyu Xingming for Chu Yang, who would choose the weapon that suited him best from this batch.

How will you know which weapon you'll like if you don't try it out yourself?

These weapons contain different types of crimson iron sand and crimson ore.

Without exception, they were all extremely heavy and incredibly lethal.

"Hidden" mobilized a considerable number of its members just to move these heavy cold weapons.

Chapter 58 Terrifying Weapons

"Knowing how to pick up a weapon is important, but knowing how to put it down when necessary is even more important. The weapon in your hand can not only kill ghosts, but also easily kill people."

Before Chu Yang began testing the weapon, Beimingyu Xingming repeatedly warned him with this phrase, showing his deep concern.

"Mr. Xingming, rest assured, I know the significance of this power within me," Chu Yang replied sincerely, then walked to the pile of heavy weapons and examined them carefully.

Meteor hammer, spiked club, chain hammer, giant battle axe taller than a person, and horse-chopping sword with a blade as sharp as a door panel.

Chu Yang broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing this.

This isn't choosing weapons, it's clearly choosing torture instruments! It's like a large-scale crime scene identification!

It even contains long-handled broadswords and spears, which are very characteristic of ancient China.