Zongman: Evolution Paradise Chapter 059

When Muzan Kibutsuji, dressed as a geisha in a black kimono, appeared before everyone, the demons already guessed what had happened. After all, only eleven demons had arrived so far.

There was a demon missing from the Twelve Kizuki…

Muzan Kibutsuji scanned the demons and slowly said, “Lower Rank Five is dead.”

“Even though the Demon Slayer Corps’ headquarters has been destroyed and the Demon Nation established, a Lower Rank can still die at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

Perhaps because Rui had the same experiences as Muzan Kibutsuji, Muzan had always been very fond of that child, even indulging him to associate with other demons.

Rui’s death particularly enraged Muzan Kibutsuji.

Kaigaku inexplicably felt a surge of killing intent and lowered his head, not daring to look at Muzan.

Unfortunately, what one doesn’t want to happen often does.

Muzan glanced at him and asked, “Kaigaku, what do you think?”

Kaigaku tremblingly replied, “Although the Demon Slayer Corps has suffered heavy losses, the Wind Hashira, Flame Hashira, and Water Hashira still remain. If Lower Rank Five encountered a Hashira-level demon slayer, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist…”

The next moment, he painfully collapsed to the ground, feeling as if all the blood in his body was boiling.

Muzan Kibutsuji’s face was cold, almost laughing in anger.

For over a thousand years, these demons he created still hadn’t found the Blue Spider Lily, nor could they completely eradicate the Demon Slayer Corps.

The Lower Ranks of the Twelve Kizuki couldn’t even defeat a single Hashira, constantly being replaced.

“If that’s the case, is there still a need for the Lower Ranks to exist?”

His expression grew colder and colder. Muzan Kibutsuji already wanted to purge these useless demons.

“Master, wait a moment. Perhaps Lower Rank Five’s death wasn’t due to a Hashira.”

Before Kaigaku could continue speaking, Muzan Kibutsuji had already read his thoughts.

“The Demon Slayer Corps once prophesied that one person would be able to end the Demon King!”

Kaigaku’s thoughts held a hint of侥幸, a prophecy he himself didn’t believe.

But for some reason, Muzan Kibutsuji stopped his punishment. After a moment of silence, he scanned all the Lower Ranks, including Daki, and said coldly, “Go find the one who killed Lower Rank Five and kill him.”

Before these Lower Ranks could ask any questions, Nakime teleported them out of the Infinity Castle.

Muzan Kibutsuji glanced at his black kimono, which was covered in strange patterns. After a moment of thought, he turned to Upper Rank Three, Akaza.

“You go too. If they can’t do it, kill the Lower Ranks as well.”

***

As dawn lightly broke, Sanemi Shinazugawa awoke from his bed, rubbing his tangled hair.

A scent drifted in from outside, causing Sanemi to frown in confusion.

He usually practiced swordsmanship first thing in the morning and wouldn’t be cooking this early. What was that smell outside?

Picking up his Nichirin Blade, Sanemi walked out of his room and saw Jolyne eating breakfast in his house.

“Why are you here?”

Although he knew Jolyne would be coming today to learn Wind Breathing, he hadn’t expected her to come so early.

Sanemi Shinazugawa’s cheeks twitched; he was somewhat incredulous.

The Demon Slayer Corps naturally didn’t consist only of swordsmen; there were also many logistical personnel.

Most of these people had deep-seated grudges against demons but lacked the aptitude to learn breathing techniques and become swordsmen, so they worked in logistics for the Demon Slayer Corps.

“I just thought I’d learn Wind Breathing sooner.”

No one knew which would arrive first, tomorrow or an accident. Jolyne planned to speed things up. After completing the second stage of the mission here, she would immediately prepare to kill Muzan, focusing on maximizing her own strength first.

“Wind Breathing isn’t that easy to learn.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa reminded with a frown.

Recalling Jolyne’s performance yesterday, he explained, “Even if your physical condition meets the requirements, I don’t see any sign that you’ve practiced swordsmanship at all.”

Jolyne casually waved her hand.

“Don’t worry, I used to be a genius…”

“A genius?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa had indeed met a genius before—the Mist Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, had initially learned Wind Breathing. He reached Hashira level in just two months and even independently developed his own more suitable Mist Breathing.

However, facing the attacking Upper Ranks, the Mist Hashira was still bedridden.

What use was a genius if they didn’t have time to realize their power?

Sanemi Shinazugawa gripped his sword, intending to let Jolyne personally experience the difficulty of learning breathing techniques.

If she was too careless, let alone killing the Demon King, she needed to survive against the Twelve Kizuki first.

After breakfast, Sanemi Shinazugawa took Jolyne to the courtyard.

Breathing techniques, in essence, involve using special breathing to enhance cardiopulmonary function, allowing the blood to absorb a large amount of oxygen in a short time. This instantly boosts physical abilities, temporarily granting physical prowess comparable to that of a demon.

A Hashira-level demon slayer is someone who can maintain this breathing constantly.

Wind Breathing, one of the five basic breathing techniques derived from Sun Breathing.

It has nine forms of swordsmanship. Its attack style is swift and powerful like a gale, focusing on fierce and agile offensives, full of sharp edges.

It is suitable for those whose nature is as turbulent as a raging wind, who abhor evil as if it were a bloodsucking demon.

Although Jolyne’s temperament didn’t quite match, she had her own learning method.

“Just use Wind Breathing to attack me. I’ll learn the rest myself.”

Jolyne said this to Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Sanemi Shinazugawa had never heard of such a learning method before. He picked up a training wooden sword, stood opposite Jolyne, and asked again, “Are you sure you want to practice this way?”

“Of course.”

Jolyne had already activated her Heavenly Eye, the eye-shaped symbol flashing between her eyebrows, preparing herself.

“Then watch closely!”

Sanemi Shinazugawa took a stance, his wooden sword slashing rapidly towards Jolyne.

It was still Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!

Only this time, Jolyne didn’t intend to use her divine sense to observe the attack trajectory.

Instead, she observed Sanemi Shinazugawa’s breathing when he launched the attack, the changes within his body, and the flow of air.

Facing the approaching blade, Jolyne’s pupils constricted slightly, forcing herself to resist the instinct to dodge.

She controlled her eyes to firmly imprint the scene in her mind.

“You think you can learn just by watching?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa stopped the wooden sword, which was about to hit Jolyne, dissatisfied. He couldn’t quite understand what Jolyne was doing.

“Just keep coming.”

Jolyne deactivated her Heavenly Eye and gently rubbed her brow. Her Heavenly Eye’s level was still low, and such frequent use consumed a great deal of energy, which was why she had only used her divine sense when necessary before.

Hearing Jolyne’s response, Sanemi Shinazugawa’s already short temper instantly flared, and a raging inferno of anger surged within him.

He remained silent, channeling this fury into his increasingly swift Wind Breathing. The wooden sword in his hand whirled like a tempest, its momentum growing sharper and more menacing.

Facing the continuous onslaught of the First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter, Jolyne remained calm and composed.

She focused all her attention on her Heavenly Eye, meticulously observing every subtle change occurring around Sanemi Shinazugawa.

As time slowly passed, Jolyne’s forehead became covered in fine beads of sweat due to the excessive consumption of her Heavenly Eye, but her comprehension of Wind Breathing was also gradually deepening.

Until a certain moment, Sanemi Shinazugawa once again unleashed the First Form, arriving before Jolyne, and was about to habitually withdraw his strength.

However, at that very instant, Jolyne moved.

Her breathing began to change, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

Jolyne lightly stepped forward, her wooden sword slashing out with her body’s movement, actively meeting the attack.

“What is this?”

His wooden sword was knocked away. Sanemi Shinazugawa’s face showed three parts blankness, two parts bewilderment, and five parts disbelief.

If he hadn’t misjudged, or rather, he couldn’t have misjudged! He was the strongest Wind Breathing user of all time!

“Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”

After delivering the slash, Jolyne exhaled and spoke the name of the technique.

[You have independently learned the skill – Wind Breathing]

[You have completed Stage Two Mission: Learn Breathing Technique]

“Thanks, Wind Hashira Bro.”

Having learned Wind Breathing, Jolyne was in high spirits. She handed the wooden sword back to the Wind Hashira and turned to leave.

At this point, less than ten minutes had passed since Jolyne began her training.

The training time was even shorter than the time Jolyne spent eating breakfast.