Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

red stone mountain

halfway up the mountain

Yuan Sota lowered his head and stared at the wood on the tree stump. He held the wood stump with his left hand and took a sharp breath.

As his lungs collapsed slightly, as he exhaled this breath, he slashed down with the knife in his right hand. The round and thick wood seemed to be penetrated by a ray of light, and broke into two sections with a snap.

Gen Souta looked at the smooth surface without any gaps and exhaled softly. He dropped the piece of wood and collided with a pile of wood next to him. A pile of smooth wood that could reflect sunlight was piled next to him. This was his morning's work.

It has been three months since he came into this world.

Yes, Minamoto Sota was not originally from this world. Before he traveled through time, he was a swordsman named Li Yi.

During a sparring exchange with others, he was severely hit on the head with a bamboo knife by the person opposite him. He fainted, and when he woke up again, he had come to this world.

After accepting the memory of the original owner, he learned that this was the world that originally belonged to Demon Slayer. Before the time travel, he had rarely been exposed to anime. He only occasionally heard others discussing this phenomenal anime and smiled bitterly.

If he had known that something like this would happen to him, he should have dabbled in anime more, so that he wouldn't be unable to get useful information now.

But he was addicted to swordsmanship and could not survive in this world. After experiencing the initial helplessness, he still accepted the reality.

When he first traveled to this body, he was followed by severe pain. With his eyes darkened, he could only continue to receive the memory of the original owner. Only then did he find that the original owner accidentally fell off the cliff while going up the mountain to cut down a tree. , the protagonist traveled through time after dying.

Dragging this body with an unknown number of broken ribs, he limped toward the village in his memory. It took him several months to recover from his injuries.

Thanks to a sister with excellent medical skills, Yuan Cangta, who had multiple fractures, was able to avoid subsequent infection and injury and die at home.

Minamoto Misa cried loudly when she picked up her brother. She saw that no part of his body was intact.

I even thought that he could not be saved. But she carefully took care of Yuan Sota for three months, and Yuan Sota recovered incredibly. And after being weak for so long, the body unexpectedly became stronger, just like emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

"Is this a reward for time travellers?" Yuan Cangta was confused about this.

After recovering, Minamoto Sota found that all his swordsmanship in his previous life could be realized here.

Because he could feel that there was a completely different power system in this world than in his previous life, and he couldn't wait to display the peerless sword skills that were imprinted in his mind in this world.

Yuan Souta still doesn't know what dangers there are in this world. He feels that there is inexhaustible power in his body.

After his sister confirmed that he had truly fully recovered, he embarked on a journey of cultivation.

Every day I go up the mountain to chop waterfalls, chop wood, cut stones, and kill wild boars to practice the knife skills in my mind.

And he unexpectedly picked up what seemed to be an unfinished knife in the center of the lake on the top of Mount Chishi. He used this knife to continuously train himself.

The chopped wood is carried home honestly.

In the evening, the setting sun slowly sets in the sky, shedding the last warmth.

Gen Souta raised his head and glanced at the sunset, which was as red as blood, and felt that it was time to eat.

He tied the logs on the ground together with ropes, tightened them, and carried them behind his back.

The black sword was placed on the ground, and the blade showed a glass-like quality. This made Yuan Cangta, who had no access to good swords in the previous world, particularly fond of it.

There was no other way, he didn't want to go to the mountain with a kitchen knife to chop down trees, and imagining those peerless knife skills being continuously swung out by a kitchen knife from his hand, the scene shouldn't be too beautiful.

Under the sunlight, the whole knife showed a primitive atmosphere. He picked it up casually, inserted it into the crack of the wood, and walked down the mountain.

"When you see an injustice on the road, just roar and take action when it's time to take action..."

Gensota walked while humming a ditty from his world.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw his own cabin. Cutting down a whole tree made Gensota sweat all over his body.

There was a stream at the foot of the mountain. He walked slowly to the stream, looked at the clear water, and prepared to wipe his body.

"Ah, it's so comfortable!"

As his palm entered the bottom of the stream, Gensota let out a groan.

He desperately needed cold water to cool down his body. He placed his hand in the stream and carefully felt the cool temperature, but a dazzling red color suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.

"Eh? Is this bleeding?" Yuan Souta looked at his smooth and white palms, "But there are no wounds on my hands."

The bloodshot eyes became thicker and thicker, and half of the creek was occupied, and he felt something was wrong.

He stood up alertly, his muscles all over his body began to tighten, his right hand pressed the handle of the knife behind him, and the corners of his black clothes were constantly swaying in the wind.

If there were a swordsman master here at this time, he would definitely admire Yuansangta for being a master in using swords. That is the starting position of sword drawing, and he is alert to possible dangers.

He looked along the stream to the place where he lived in the village where he lived when he was a child.

"Not good!" Yuan Couta said in his heart, "My sister is still there, I don't know what happened."

Gensota threw away the wood he was carrying, drew out his knife, put his foot forward and hurried to the location of the wooden house.

Inside the wooden hut.

A beautiful girl who looked a bit older than Genso was standing behind the door. She was wearing a pink kimono and a black haori, holding a stick in her hand and pressing hard against the door.

Looking at Genmisa's expression, it seemed that she was using all her strength to prevent the "thing" outside the door from coming in.

There was a dull, hoarse sound coming from outside the door, which was as uncomfortable as nails scratching against gold and stone.

A humanoid monster stood in front of the door made of wood, covered in gray-black skin.

Dense scales covered most of its body, like armor, and its head grew two sharp horns, emitting a biting cold light.

The most terrifying thing is that when the mouth opens and closes, you can see that its mouth is full of sharp blades, and blood is dripping downwards, forming a ball and dripping to the ground.

It held a human arm in its right hand. The arm was mutilated, and there was no need to think about who bit off the missing pieces of flesh.

It is precisely because of this that he has the patience to play "hide and seek" with the girl behind the door. He has eaten enough, and now it is time for him to enjoy playing with his prey.

It wants the girl behind the door to die in despair, so that her flesh will be more delicious. It will also become more powerful.

It seemed that the stalemate had been going on for a long time and it was getting impatient.

He slammed the wooden door with his left arm, and with a bang, the wooden door exploded into a big hole.

It stretched out its bloody mouth but did not see the beautiful girl.