Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Just as he thought this, a strong gust of wind suddenly whipped up around him. Chu Yang looked up and saw a dark mass approaching from the distance.

A typhoon.

The herb gatherer also noticed the incoming storm, hesitating at a spot halfway up the cliff, unsure whether to proceed or retreat.

It was too late to warn him now. Chu Yang had no choice but to dash toward the cliff.

The herb gatherer swayed dangerously in the wind, like a leaf.

Crack!

The rock beneath his feet suddenly crumbled, and he lurched backward, his hands slipping as he plummeted straight down.

"Ahhhhh!"

Just as the herb gatherer thought he was about to be smashed into the ground, his fall abruptly stopped, as if something had grabbed him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing safely on the ground.

In front of him stood a tall, muscular young man, smiling at him.

Grateful for being saved, the herb gatherer insisted on taking Chu Yang back to his home to properly thank him.

With the storm growing stronger and the herb gatherer's insistence, Chu Yang agreed and followed him deep into the mountains.

When they arrived, Chu Yang saw two houses, one of which was very familiar.

It was Tanjuro's house.

And the house next to Tanjuro's belonged to the herb gatherer.

It turned out they were neighbors!

Last time Chu Yang had visited, only Tanjuro's family lived here.

Tanjuro was chopping firewood outside. Hearing movement, he guessed that the neighbors had returned and looked up to greet them.

"Mister Tokito, you're back. Did you have a good..."

Tanjuro's voice trailed off as he saw a familiar figure and was immediately overcome with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes.

The firewood crackled in the flames as Chu Yang, Tanjuro, and his children sat around the fire.

Tanjuro's wife busied herself preparing dinner. She was careful not to neglect the guest who had saved her husband and son in the past.

Recently, Tanjuro's health had been fairly good, and he had even hunted a large, fat boar. His wife had already cured hundreds of pounds of pork, which she now brought out to share.

The scent of the meal filled the air, making the children cheer excitedly.

Except for Tanjiro, the other children were running around the fire, playing.

Tanjiro leaned against his father, his wide eyes fixed on Chu Yang, filled with joy.

He remembered that ever since this big brother had visited their home, his father's health had improved significantly.

"Mr. Yang, the world outside seems much better now. I haven't heard of any demon attacks recently," Tanjuro said as he stoked the fire with a smile. "The children should be able to live peaceful lives from now on."

Chu Yang nodded. Tanjuro knew some of the inside story, so he spoke openly about such matters.

"How's your health?" Chu Yang asked, noticing Tanjuro's still slightly pale complexion.

"Much better," Tanjuro replied immediately. Although his terminal illness continued to erode his life, Chu Yang's life force had alleviated the symptoms, though it hadn't cured the root cause.

Chu Yang glanced at Tanjuro, seeing the panic in his eyes, and knew he was lying. "In a few days, I'll have a friend come to check on your condition."

"There's no need, really. My illness is incurable," Tanjuro waved his hand, not wanting to trouble Chu Yang or burden him with a debt of gratitude.

"I'm just informing you, not asking for your approval," Chu Yang said, frowning. "If you feel guilty about it, you can dance the Hinokami Kagura for me again."

Tanjuro nodded in agreement.

Knock, knock, knock~~~

The sound of knocking came from the door.

"It must be Mister Tokito." Tanjuro got up to open the door, with his children following closely behind, as if thinking their father was about to head out again.

"Mister Tokito?" Chu Yang thought the name sounded familiar.

The door opened, and cold wind rushed into the house, dropping the temperature significantly. Tanjuro quickly invited the Tokito family inside and tightly shut the door.

The Tokitos had come to thank Chu Yang for saving their family member's life.

"Thank you, sir. My name is Ichiro Tokito, and these are my two sons, Yuichiro Tokito and Muichiro Tokito."

Ichiro Tokito gently pressed his hands on his sons' shoulders, and the two boys immediately understood.

Together with their father, they bowed deeply in thanks.

"Muichiro Tokito?"

Chu Yang's gaze rested on the youngest child, astonished to realize that his decision to venture out had led him to meet Muichiro Tokito, who would have become the Mist Hashira.

But now that the Demon Slayer Corps had disbanded, the boy's prodigious talent would likely remain unknown.

Perhaps that was for the best. Rather than becoming a prodigy in the Demon Slayer Corps, Muichiro might prefer to live a peaceful life with his family.

Seeing Chu Yang's long silence, the Tokito family grew nervous.

Tanjuro also felt confused and broke the awkwardness with a laugh, "Mr. Yang, isn't it interesting? The father is named Ichiro, and his sons are Yuichiro and Muichiro."

Chu Yang smiled, "It is indeed interesting."

Seeing Chu Yang smile, Ichiro Tokito visibly relaxed and continued, "My wife wanted to come personally to thank you as well, but she's bedridden at the moment..."

"No need, patients should rest," Chu Yang replied, remembering that Muichiro's mother suffered from severe lung disease, similar to Tanjuro's condition.

Since they had a sick family member to care for, the Tokitos didn't stay long, only exchanging a few more words before leaving.

They had brought some gifts of rare wild game, but Chu Yang only accepted a small portion, knowing how hard life could be in the mountains. He didn't want to deplete their limited food supply.

After they left, Chu Yang handed the wild game to Tanjuro's wife, Kie, to prepare. The Tokitos' gifts made dinner even more abundant.

After the meal, Tanjuro began preparing his costume and props for the Kagura dance, while Ichiro Tokito returned with the gift he had taken back earlier.

"My wife insisted we give these to you, Mr. Yang, so..." Ichiro Tokito scratched his head, his cheeks red from the cold.

Chu Yang was worried that the man might fall ill from running back and forth in the cold, so he eventually accepted the thank-you gift and said, "I have a friend who will come here in a few days to treat Tanjuro. You can bring your wife as well for treatment."

Ichiro Tokito's lips trembled with excitement. He had a belly full of gratitude but didn't know how to express it to Chu Yang.

At that moment, Tanjuro, who had prepared himself, began performing the Kagura dance in the courtyard.

The torch in his hand flickered like twinkling stars in the sky, perfectly complementing his graceful dance, enchanting the audience. Even though Chu Yang had seen it before, he still found himself effortlessly immersed in the performance.

Everyone else felt the same.

For Ichiro Tokito, this was his first time witnessing the Kagura dance, but there was something oddly familiar about it.

He hadn't told anyone about his past as a swordsman.

Since his wife had contracted a severe lung disease, he had spent every day searching for medicine for her, abandoning his sword entirely.

The Kagura dance stirred his memories of being a swordsman.

Some of the movements in the ancient sword technique passed down in his family were strikingly similar to the Kagura dance in front of him.

As he watched, things began to click into place, and he suddenly felt enlightened.

When Tanjiro finished the dance, everyone still wanted more.

After hesitating for a moment, Ichiro Tokito shared his inner doubts with Chu Yang and Tanjuro.

"Actually, your family's name isn't Tokito but Tsugikuni," Chu Yang said, telling him the story of Tsugikuni Yoriichi and Tsugikuni Michikatsu, as well as the origins of the Breathing Techniques.

He omitted any mention of demons, as there was no need to create unnecessary panic now that Muzan Kibutsuji was dead.

"The sword technique passed down in your family should be called Moon Breathing, the first technique derived from Sun Breathing. It carries deep significance."

The relationship between the Tsugikuni brothers was uniquely profound. Yoriichi's childhood was filled with misfortune due to the ominous markings on his forehead, and his father showed him no affection—until he revealed his extraordinary talent. Aside from his mother, his older brother Michikatsu was his only source of warmth.

Even at the moment of his death, Yoriichi still carried the flute Michikatsu had given him, and despite Michikatsu becoming a demon, Yoriichi continued to address him as "elder brother."

Such deep emotions convinced Chu Yang that the Moon Breathing, crafted by Yoriichi for Michikatsu, must possess something special that no other Breathing Technique could compare to.

"Mr. Tokito, could you demonstrate your sword technique for me?" Chu Yang asked, intrigued by Moon Breathing.

His battle with Kokushibo had been over in an instant, dominated by his overwhelming power, and he hadn't had the chance to witness the essence of Moon Breathing. After the fight, he had felt a tinge of regret.

"Of course, Mr. Yang!" Ichiro Tokito beamed with joy and quickly returned home to fetch an old, rusted katana.

Typically, swordsmen take great care to maintain their weapons, ensuring they don't corrode. Seeing the katana in such a state, Chu Yang understood that Ichiro had indeed devoted all his attention to his wife's illness, neglecting everything else.

"The condition of the sword isn't great, Mr. Yang. Please forgive me," Ichiro said, looking a bit embarrassed as he drew his beloved katana. But he quickly composed himself and began to swing the sword.

At first, his movements were a bit stiff, but as he focused more and more, his rustiness gradually wore off, and his actions became fluid and graceful.

Indeed, Ichiro's sword technique shared similarities with Tanjuro's Kagura dance, though the former was more imbued with a killing intent.

Chu Yang carefully observed, trying to piece together a complete form of Moon Breathing based on his understanding of Sun Breathing.

He sensed that this might be the key to his breakthrough.

He didn't interrupt, allowing Ichiro to practice repeatedly, forming a seamless loop in his movements—just like the Kagura dance.

Chu Yang felt a sudden jolt of realization!

In his mind, the two Breathing Techniques merged continuously, with the moon present during the day. The integration of Moon Breathing brought Sun Breathing closer to perfection.

Chu Yang took a deep breath as the new Breathing Technique circulated within him, bringing an entirely new sensation.

The white breath he exhaled no longer resembled golden flames but instead appeared as a brilliant band of light, like the Milky Way.

"This is the new Sun Breathing..." Chu Yang paused, feeling that the name no longer fit, and quickly shook his head. "No, it's no longer Sun Breathing, but... Origin Breathing."

"It can break through limitations and continuously elevate me to a new level of life."

At the same time, Chu Yangs in other worlds felt the power of Origin Breathing.

Since the death of Muzan Kibutsuji, the connection between Demon Slayer Chu Yang and the Soul Palace had only grown stronger, allowing the Chu Yangs from other worlds to share his transformation in real-time.

...

Marvel Universe.

Brooklyn, New York City.

As the last hope of his village, Chu Yang had come from a rural town to New York, the metropolis that many dream of.

He was here to study.

At first, Chu Yang thought it would be an excellent public school. But upon arriving, he discovered that it was located in Brooklyn, the poorest and most chaotic district in all of New York.

Historically home to minorities, primarily African Americans, Brooklyn had long suffered from discrimination. People from here often struggled to find jobs elsewhere, and it was the least favored district in New York, plagued by a high crime rate.

When people heard you were from Brooklyn, they would often cover their mouths in shock, as if you were born a criminal.

In such an environment, Brooklyn's schools were practically ornamental. It would be more accurate to say Chu Yang was here to bide his time rather than to study.

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