Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

Tonight's dinner at the Kamado household was a lavish one. The rooster, which had been raised for who knows how long for breeding and crowing at dawn, was swiftly slaughtered, scalded with hot water, plucked, and dissected. The innards were preserved, as for the common folk, even animal organs were considered food.

This was how dishes like offal soup came to be.

Of course, the main dish on the table today wasn't offal soup. Instead, it was a feast made from the rooster's meat.

Our poor rooster, who hadn't even enjoyed a few years of his "harem" life, was now served on the dining table. What a bittersweet tragedy... Wait, at least he didn't have to endure the hellish joke of someone feeding him KFC chicken legs.

At the dinner table, Kamado Kie was undoubtedly enthusiastic. This enthusiasm only grew stronger after Tanjūrō's condition had improved significantly.

Who wouldn't want to see their loved ones in good health? Before, Kamado Tanjūrō had looked like he was on the brink of death. Now, with some color returning to his face, if it weren't for Li Mo's timely explanation, Kie might have thought it was a case of a final rally before death—a last burst of energy before the end.

It's said that before death, there's often a brief period of clarity, allowing the dying to utter their final words.

But that scenario didn't come to pass.

After dinner, Li Mo took Tanjirō aside to the courtyard under the guise of aiding digestion, but in reality, there were some things he couldn't let others know.

"Uncle, did you need something from me?"

"Indeed, nothing escapes you, Tanjirō."

Ouch...

As he finished speaking, Li Mo flicked Tanjirō's forehead. The boy's skull seemed unusually hard. Although Li Mo hadn't used much force, he still felt the recoil.

Thankfully, he was a demon. If an ordinary person had tried that, they'd be the one in pain, not Tanjirō.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Tanjirō, whose forehead did you inherit?"

"Mom's."

"Kie-nee's?"

Just what kind of lineage does Kie-nee have? How can a skull be this hard! What kind of situation would require such a sturdy skull? This is a dead end!

For a moment, countless thoughts raced through Li Mo's mind. If the folks at the Clock Tower were interested, they'd probably have the formaldehyde ready.

Hiding his thoughts, Li Mo spoke up, "Tanjirō, could you do me a favor?"

"Please, just say it."

Looking at the forest in the night, everything seemed so natural. Li Mo felt a familiar scent here. Years ago, he had hunted, chopped wood, and practiced Sun Breathing in this very area.

"You've seen Tsuyuri Kanao, right?"

Li Mo didn't wait for Tanjirō's answer. "That child is a bit introverted. You must have noticed. I hope you can help guide her a little. Just get her to be a bit more cheerful, to smile more."

The Butterfly sisters, from Kanae to Kanao, showed clear differences as their ages decreased. The eldest, Kanae, always smiled gently, whether it was because the day was sunny or because light raindrops tapped on the roof.

The second sister, Shinobu, used to smile often too, but it was a facade, a mask. With someone's return, that mask was no longer necessary, though she'd occasionally smirk when teasing that someone.

The youngest, Tsuyuri Kanao, was the complete opposite of Kanae. She had closed off her heart, speaking only when a coin decided it—though the Butterfly sisters and Kanzaki Aoi were exceptions.

"Miss Tsuyuri? But Uncle, she seemed to get along well with Nezuko. Why do I need to step in?"

Kamado Tanjirō asked.

Before dinner, while Li Mo and Shinobu were treating Tanjūrō, it was Nezuko who had been interacting with Kanao. Thinking about it... Tanjirō wasn't wrong.

But, you fool, that's your future wife!

Li Mo facepalmed. He couldn't bring himself to say that out loud, so he changed his approach. "How about you just try to be friends with her?"

Ah, whatever. Whether it works out or not is up to Tanjirō. I've done my part.

Messing up Tanjirō's hair until it looked like a bird's nest, Li Mo nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "Tanjirō, how's the breathing technique your father taught you coming along?"

"Uncle, are you talking about the breathing that goes with the Dance of the Fire God?"

"Yes, that one."

"I've practiced it a lot. Mom says I'm ready to lead the Kagura dance every year, but she thinks I'm still too young. She wants me to wait a few more years."

Sun Breathing. The Dance of the Fire God, passed down through generations of the Kamado family, was a sacred dance derived from sword techniques.

The Dance of the Fire God, as a Kagura dance, seemed closer to its original essence. It was as if Sun Breathing wasn't created to kill demons but was instead a ritual to worship the gods.

"Tanjirō, I want to test how well you've mastered the Dance of the Fire God. If you're good enough... I think the Kamado family might not need to sell charcoal in the future."

"Not sell charcoal? Then what would we do, Uncle?"

"Become shrine priests."

Li Mo said.

Kamado Tanjirō didn't respond, but his eyes showed his confusion.

Patting his shoulder, Li Mo said, "I'll explain it to you slowly later."

The Kamado family's charcoal business wouldn't last much longer. If I leave, I can ask the master to look after the Kamado family. That should be fine... I'll also ask Kanae for help.

Bringing Tanjirō back to the courtyard, Li Mo had him perform the Dance of the Fire God, pointing out areas for improvement.

Li Mo's skills had levels, with the cap at level 10. This seemed to indicate a maximum threshold for that ability. Sun Breathing hadn't reached level 10 yet.

Thinking about it, perhaps reaching level 10 would put him on par with Yoriichi Tsugikuni. My Sun Breathing, as certified by Muzan, isn't at that level yet.

But it's good enough to teach Tanjirō.

After watching the Dance of the Fire God, Li Mo found several areas for improvement. The dance itself was fine, but the breathing technique needed work.

"First, you need to adjust your breathing. Tanjirō, you..."

In terms of breathing techniques, the Kamado family's inherited method seemed weak. Could it be due to distortion over time? When my skill level increased, my breathing naturally changed. I didn't really feel it, but while correcting Tanjirō's breathing, I started to understand.

The teaching process attracted the whole family. Even the two-year-old Rokuta, led by his mother, squatted under the eaves to watch. It was just like when Li Mo had taken Tanjirō and Nezuko to watch Tanjūrō's Kagura dance years ago.

"Uncle, why don't you give it a try?"

"Huh? Tanjirō, do you want me to demonstrate it again for you?"

"No, Uncle. I want to see a proper Kagura dance."

With that, Nezuko brought out the ceremonial tools Tanjūrō used during New Year's Kagura dances.

At this point, Tanjūrō explained, "Actually, we didn't perform the Kagura dance this New Year."

"Is that so? Just so you know, I won't be dancing until dawn."

The Kamado family's Kagura dance typically started at night and continued until the early hours of the next morning.

But this wasn't New Year's, so there was no need to offer the dance to the gods. This was a Kagura dance for everyone to enjoy.

"In that case, let me change first."

Entering the room, Li Mo took out the priestly robes he had obtained from the Yae Shrine years ago. After changing, he returned to the courtyard.

The Dance of the Fire God.

And so it began.