Trans-Dimensional Space Upgrade

It has been a week since I parted ways with Jigoro Kuwajima, and Suzuki Mufeng has not forgotten to hone himself for a single moment, constantly attempting to combine the Six Powers-Shave with Thunder Breathing to traverse the terrain.

Facing the hills blocking his path, he would use the combination of Shave and Thunder Breathing to sprint up the sixty-five to nearly ninety-degree mountain walls to the summit. As for failure, it meant falling from dozens of meters up, leaving him half-dead; under the threat of death, he was able to break through his limits every single time.

It was already night, and Suzuki Mufeng transformed into a golden lightning bolt in the air, weaving through the mountain forest, his entire body treading on air with extreme speed.

"Every use of Thunder Breathing places immense pressure on my calves. Under this kind of tempering, my calf muscles have grown increasingly strong. Moreover, with the help of the Six Powers-Shave, I can easily change direction in mid-air. I am now comparable to a high-spec Zenitsu Agatsuma, capable of unleashing the First Form-Thunderclap Ten-Fold in one breath."

He wanted to improve his strength immediately, and it was simple: just like Zenitsu Agatsuma, he would practice the First Form to the extreme. With the aid of the Six Powers-Shave, his First Form had more variations than the straightforward style of typical Thunder Breathing.

"I haven't had time to enter the Trans-Dimensional Space lately. I should make time tonight to share this good news with them."

Just as this thought arose in Suzuki Mufeng's mind, the world before his eyes suddenly spun. A large amount of gray mist rose with him at the center, followed immediately by the familiar sensation of the table and the chair beneath his seat.

"Demon Slayer Mufeng has finally decided to come in. It seems you've just discovered that you no longer need to fall asleep to enter the Trans-Dimensional Space."

The one who spoke was Hokage Mufeng. Looking around, he was the only one left in the conference room.

"Why aren't they here, and what exactly is going on?"

"JoJo Mufeng is in a bad spot right now. Yoshikage Kira suddenly made a move against his wife, and he is currently guarding his family without stepping away for a second.

One Piece Mufeng was here just a moment ago, but he was dragged off to train in the Six Powers. As for what's going on, all these changes started a week ago. Take a look at my memories yourself.

As for me, I've been studying Medical Ninjutsu lately, and this conference room is just the right place to organize my thoughts."

As Demon Slayer Mufeng silently willed the share, Hokage Mufeng's memories flooded into his mind all at once.

"A week ago, the conference room became accessible by thought alone, and one day here is less than a second in our respective worlds. Also, the overlapping of shared abilities only grants a portion of the strength from our other selves."

"That's right. The sharing in the conference room only helps us obtain a portion of each other's power. For instance, after I share, you can indeed obtain my Ninjutsu memories, Kekkei Genkai, mental energy, and physical enhancements.

However, these blessings don't stack my entire self onto you; it's probably only about one-tenth. Furthermore, the sharing between different worlds varies.

Just like the Stand ability shared by JoJo Mufeng, we can inherit half of it, while what One Piece Mufeng gives us is also about one-tenth."

So the degree of power obtained from sharing across different worlds is different. No wonder; if I had truly obtained the physique of One Piece Mufeng, those demons wouldn't have been able to bite him.

"Demon Slayer Mufeng, there is a saying that rings true: to forge iron, one must be strong oneself. Relying on external objects is not a long-term strategy; we still need to focus on training the power of our own worlds. As for why the conference room has undergone such changes, I might have a clue."

"A week ago, Zenitsu and I were struck by lightning together. That's what you're trying to say, right?"

The two thought of the same thing. After all, they could feel the pale white energy radiating from Demon Slayer Mufeng, constantly filling this space and making it increasingly solid.

"It's a power similar to the Will of the World. That bolt of lightning actually contained such energy; the conference room must be growing by absorbing it.

If I extract the Chakra of Indra and Asura from Sasuke and Naruto, could I give it a push as well?"

"Hmm, although it is extracting my power, I am still discharging electricity. Aren't you going to share?"

"Heh, seven-tenths of my ability is at most enough to give someone electrotherapy. Enough talk; the conference room is absorbing your power and is about to evolve. I have a premonition that we will be forcibly logged out soon. When we come back, there might be two more of us."

"The training method for Thunder Breathing has been given to you. Strive to speed-run the Naruto world."

"You too."

As soon as the words fell, both were forcibly logged out of the conference room.

The moon was still hanging high, and indeed, not even a second had passed.

"Everyone is working hard. I don't know when the conference room will open again, so I can't fall behind and hold them back. Let's set a small goal: complete Total Concentration Breathing-Constant before the conference room opens again."

Just as Suzuki Mufeng intended to continue his journey, a Kasugai Crow suddenly blocked his path.

"Lord Suzuki! In the village not far to your left, the current Flame Hashira is fighting Lower Rank Six. Please head over to provide support immediately!"

A mere Lower Rank Six—does the Flame Hashira need support? I'm afraid by the time I get there, he will have already finished it.

"I'm heading to the Rengoku Family anyway, so I might as well see if the current Flame Hashira is the older brother or Shinjuro. If the Lower Rank is still alive by the time I arrive, it will definitely be a great whetstone to test my strength."

Suzuki Mufeng took a step, the ground cracked, and a golden streak of lightning tore through the dense trees, heading straight for the direction indicated by the Kasugai Crow.

Flame Hashira Kyojuro Rengoku, who was fighting Lower Rank Six Yanu, had his vision obscured by a large cloud of toxic mist. Lower Rank Six Yanu was currently fleeing toward the forest outside the village.

"Demon, don't think about escaping! Come and have a fair fight; I will absolutely not let you get away!"

Lower Rank Six Yanu merely turned his head and took a deep breath. Blood Demon Art-Nue Cry.

The piercing, explosive sound forced Kyojuro Rengoku to cover his ears and temporarily halt his pursuit.

"Unlucky, unlucky, truly unlucky! Why didn't I run into that brat, but instead met this Flame Hashira first! I even left deadly poison on those villagers, hoping to catch him off guard when he passed through the village. Now it's all ruined!"

Yanu would never have guessed that the route Suzuki Mufeng chose was not one a human could take. Simply put, Suzuki Mufeng was using the Six Powers-Shave to fly in a straight line toward the Rengoku Family, while the traps he prepared were on the ground, along the winding main roads—Suzuki Mufeng wouldn't even pass through there.

"Forget it, forget that brat. Although I'll die if I don't complete the Lord's mission, if I get caught by this Flame Hashira, I'm definitely dead for sure."

If he hadn't used the villagers' lives as leverage earlier, his head would have been chopped off long ago. As for his other body parts, if not for his powerful regenerative ability, he would have already been minced into meat.

"As long as I run into the mountain forest, in the darkness of the night, even if you are a Hashira, you won't be able to catch me once you can't see."

Suddenly, a streak of lightning flashed. How could there be lightning in a proper forest? Wait, why can I see my own body?

Rumble—

"So this is Lower Rank Six. Not too strong; finished in one slash."

Half of its face had already turned to ash. The remaining eye saw Suzuki Mufeng's face. Why? The ending shouldn't be like this. The brat I was supposed to intercept—he killed me the first time we met, and while I was running away! What on earth is going on!

By the time Kyojuro Rengoku arrived, only the disintegrating corpse of the Lower Rank and Suzuki Mufeng, who was sheathing his blade to the side, remained.

"Does this count as me stealing your credit?"