Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
This chapter takes place between chapters 26 and 28, following Myron's near-death encounter with Muzan. Enjoy this special chapter!
Location: A secluded forest at midnight 3rd POV
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⚡️⚡️⚡️"THUNDER BREATHING FIRST FORM:"⚡️⚡️⚡️ ⚡️⚡️⚡️"THUNDERCLAP AND FLASH SIXFOLD!!!"⚡️⚡️
The tranquility of the dark, ominous forest was abruptly shattered by a commanding roar of thunder. The entire woods seemed to quake as vibrant blue and white light streaked through the night. The young man, a flash of supernatural speed, darted through the darkness, his movements sharp and angular, mimicking the sudden, fierce ferocity of a thunderstorm.
His blade sang through the air, slashing through three demons in quick succession, their heads tumbling to the ground with a thud, barely audible over the sound of crackling energy.
Dressed in a striking blue and white raincoat adorned with triangular patterns, the young man stood poised and silent. His hand rested lightly yet firmly on the hilt of his sword, ready for the imminent next wave of demonic assault.
Four grotesque demons encircled him, each one snarling with a primal hunger, their fangs and claws gleaming under the moonlight's cold gaze.
Beneath his hood, his eyes, a piercing shade of blue, scanned the surrounding darkness. Calm yet intensely focused, he prepared to counter the looming threat.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!!"
roared one of the demons, its voice dripping with rage as it lunged forward, claws aimed to tear at his head. But the young man's reflexes were quick as lightning. He sidestepped gracefully, his movements fluid and precise.
With a swift motion, he drew his sword, its blue blade etched with patterns of white lightning, and cleaved through the demon's arm, severing it cleanly.
