Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

Author: Dean Bao Pilong

Introduction:

Demon Slayer, Bleach, No System

I was a test subject, a lost soul cast into another world.

I am a Demon Slayer Corps member struggling on the brink of life and death, driven solely by the desire for revenge.

I am the inheritor of the Breath of the Wind, I am a top-tier combatant who never gives up.

I am a stray dog ​​born in the Xudiao area by the Seventy-Eight Birds!

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Death God of the Main World, All Heavens Reunion

Starting from a very low point, it develops slowly.

This book is also known as: "Did I Miss Something While Becoming a Grim Reaper in Another World?", "The Untold Stories of Me and Shinobu Kocho", and "Yhwach, You Are the Challenger".

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The established storyline includes titles such as *Demon Slayer*, *Jujutsu Kaisen*, *Fate*, and *Dragon and Witch*.

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Demon Slayer – Completed.... Fate/Zero – Completed.... Dragons and Witches – Completed.... Hueco Mundo Expedition – Completed.... Death Return – Completed....

Save the day from regret and change the bad ending.

• Worldline Correction: All Demon Slayer Corps members survived √ Emiya and his wife, Kariya Matou, and Tokiomi Tohsaka survived √ Shizuku Akane survived √ The First Espada, Stark, survived √ Kaien Shiba and Gin Ichimaru survived √

Chapter 1 The Stray Dogs of Rukongai [Please add to your favorites, please vote for me, I'll do anything]

"Hey, kid! Get up! You'll die if you keep going like this!"

Lifting her heavy eyelids, Asuka, clutching her worn-out longsword, cautiously raised her head to look at the tall figure before her.

He was a burly old man carrying a bamboo basket on his back. His bald head was covered by a huge straw hat that completely blocked out the snowballs falling from the sky. He was wearing a not-so-thick cotton coat, and you could still see the straw stuffing inside.

The tattered cloak he wore was also made of straw, covered in snow, and looked drafty from all sides...

But compared to the birds wrapped in straw mats by the wall, their hands and feet turning blue... it's a truly enviable, warm outfit.

In an instant, greed flashed in Asuka's eyes.

He was contemplating whether to knock the other person unconscious and take the clothes, or to hold a knife to the other person and force them to get him something to eat...

But he gave up on the idea.

It was so cold that he had lost all feeling in his hands and feet... He wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, and he wanted to move but couldn't muster the strength.

Maybe he's right, I'm going to die...

Why do all this when you're already dying...?

The old man frowned as he looked at the bird with its unfriendly eyes and lips that had turned purple from the cold.

This child has been like this for four days now...

He wasn't exactly a pushover, but with this snowy weather going on for who knows how long, even Buddha would be upset if he just watched a life vanish before his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, the old man bent down, wanting to pick up the frail bird, but the weak bird suddenly twitched.

The old man was slightly taken aback by the sight of the man, who was already too weak to stand but still gripped his long sword tightly. He then said, "Don't overthink it. I just don't want you to die at my doorstep."

As he spoke, he ignored the bird's still uneasy and confused gaze, scooped him up into his arms while he was in a daze, and walked step by step into his dilapidated little courtyard.

When the bird regained consciousness, it found itself lying in a simple mud hut.

The firewood inside crackled and popped, its warmth making his blood flow freely.

He licked his lips, still smelling the aroma of rice, and then noticed an empty bowl of porridge on the small wooden table beside his bed.

The old man saved me? Asuka couldn't believe it, and the next second he jumped up.

"Where's my knife?!"

"On the counter."

On the other side of the mud house, a bald old man was leaning against a wooden frame, tidying up the wintergreen grass he had picked from the bamboo basket with a stern face.

Hearing the birds rise, he didn't even look up, but simply tapped the counter with the knife in his hand.

"I don't understand. What do you need that broken knife for, you little brat who can't even afford to eat?" The old man glanced at Fei Niao with an unfriendly tone and continued to tidy up his herbs.

Ignoring her, Asuka jumped off the bed and stumbled to the old man's cabinet, grabbing the long, black sword with a damaged scabbard and pulling it into her arms.

Seeing that his knife was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked nervously at the old man.

After much deliberation, he bowed respectfully and silently.

"..." The old man remained stern and coldly said, "Go back to bed. You just ate something, I'll give you some medicine later. Once you're better, get out of here!"

Hearing him say this, Asuka showed no dissatisfaction, but obediently did as he was told, wrapping herself and the long sword tightly, as if cherishing every bit of hard-won warmth.

He was one of the Seventy-Eight Birds, a wandering ghost.

He couldn't quite remember what happened in the past. He only remembered that he wasn't from this world. He was kidnapped from Rukongai and sold to a seemingly refined bespectacled man. Through some kind of evil experiment by the man, he was sent here.

It's been three months already, and these past three months have been even harder than the three years I spent in Rukongai.

He fought with stray dogs for food, snatched valuables from well-dressed townspeople, and even fought fiercely with street thugs using the long knife that came with him. That's how he survived to this day.

But this winter was just too cold, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"I wonder if dying here will send me back to Rukongai... The 78th ward is pretty bad, but at least it's not this cold..." Asuka thought to herself, unconsciously tugging at the corner of the blanket.

With a snap, the old man, having finished gathering the herbs, casually brushed the ash off his clothes, put the bamboo basket back in its place, and moved it to the wood-burning stove, rubbing his not-so-warm hands against the heat.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

"...Seventy-eight birds."

"What a lousy name! What's your father's name? Seventy-eight or something?"

"...I don't have a father," Asuka replied nonchalantly, looking at the ceiling. "I was born in District 78 [戌吊], so my surname is 78."

"...District 78? Where is that?" The old man didn't delve into what Asuka had said, asking casually as he began to rub together a pipe made of coarse tobacco. "It doesn't sound like a name from around here. Are you from overseas?"

"Hmm...who knows..." Asuka didn't give a direct answer.

Time passed in an eerie atmosphere. The old man did not actually scare the bird away, and simply let him stay.

A few days later, the bird had fully recovered, but he did not choose to leave. Instead, he silently helped the old man tidy up the house, chop wood and start a fire, and silently watched the old man's actions, learning how to tidy up the winter jasmine.

An old man and a young boy spent the winter together in this strange partnership.

Several weeks later, the bird was alone at home tidying up the medicine shelves, but as the sun began to set, the old man did not return from the dense forest.

Somewhat worried, he shouldered his long sword and began asking the neighbors if they had seen the old man. But their answers were the same as what Fei Niao knew: the old man had gone into the forest to gather herbs and had not yet returned. This made Fei Niao even more uneasy.

"Tch... old man... don't die out there..."

They waited until nightfall, but the old man's bird still hadn't appeared. Feeling uneasy, they decided to follow the direction he had traveled to search for his whereabouts.

The cold winter wind whipped up countless tiny ice shards, which pierced the thin cotton coat the old man had given Fei Niao, chilling him to the bone.

Thick snow piled up beside the giant trees that blocked out the sky, making every step extremely difficult for people to walk.

Feiniao waded through the snowdrifts, which were up to his calves, the cold snowflakes seeping into his shoes along his trouser legs, melting and then quickly freezing back up, sticking to his thin socks and causing him great discomfort, but he didn't care.

"Old man! Old man, where are you!"

He tried to identify any possible footprints in the snow, but the snow had covered everything after a day of snowfall, making it impossible to find any. So he could only shout at the top of his lungs, letting his voice echo through the empty, dense forest.

The deeper he went into the dense forest, the more an uneasy feeling began to surround him, as if he could feel something pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He had seen ruthless thugs, fought off the most protective wild dogs, and even escaped from the jaws of a bear, but none of them felt like this.

If I had to put it into words... it's like that bespectacled man from my hazy memories who cruelly tormented me... the unsettling feeling he gave off...

As it continued shouting and moving forward, the bird suddenly stopped abruptly and twitched its nose forcefully.

"The taste of blood..."

Having grown up in the strife and plunder of Rukongai, this smell was as natural to him as air; he couldn't possibly be mistaken!

Could it be that something happened to the old man?

Thinking of this, Feiniao felt a jolt as if an electric current had struck its back. Then, it lunged towards the direction from which the smell was coming, almost using both its hands and feet, not caring whether the snow would soak into its cotton-padded clothes or whether the tree branches would scratch its cheeks.

After he walked around several thick, ancient trees, he finally saw everything clearly in front of him, thanks to the falling moonlight and the reflection of the snow.

The bald old man carrying a bamboo basket was lying face up in a pool of blood in an extremely contorted position!

The snow was stained red in large patches, and the dark red liquid even condensed into red ice crystals on the surrounding bushes, a shocking sight!

A huge gash had been torn open in the old man's neck, exposing his trachea and bone fragments to the air in a gruesome manner. His dilated pupils stared blankly at the sky, filled with fear and astonishment.

"Old man!" Feiniao's voice trembled without him even realizing it.

Damn it! Was it a bear? Or something else? I should have gone into the mountains with the old man!

The bloody scene before him made his stomach churn, and a strong urge to vomit rose in his throat.

He had seen people starve to death, die of disease, and even hang themselves, but he had never seen such a horrific scene. He felt panicked and grief-stricken.

Not only in the past few months, but in all the years he's lived in Rukongai, he's rarely encountered such a kind person as the old man—one who speaks harshly but genuinely cares for others.

To be thrown into this world and to receive such a small warmth is such a blessing...

But now, just like that, he's gone? He didn't even have time to ask the old man's name, or say thank you!

However, before the immense grief could completely overwhelm him, a strong sense of unease suddenly exploded around him!

"Hehe...there's also a fresh little guy..."

Chapter 2 The Unbeatable Demon

A hissing, sticky sound rang out above the bird's head, accompanied by a sense of crisis that sent chills down his spine.

Almost instinctively, he quickly rolled forward in a disheveled manner, getting covered in snow and mud to create distance from the sound above him.

When he nervously looked up, he froze on the spot.

It was a thick treetop hanging upside down overhead, with a human-like outline.

The reason it is described as humanoid is because its limbs are abnormally long, like pieces of bamboo sticks pieced together. The fingers and toes at the ends are sharp, twisted black claws, deeply embedded in the bark, with scarlet marks still remaining on them.

The face, which could hardly be called human, was distorted and displaced, revealing two rows of stark white fangs, and it grinned menacingly at the bird.

"What a terrible day!"

A falsehood? No, it's not!

In Asuka's hazy memory, she once heard adults in Rukongai say that there were terrifying monsters in this world that devoured humans and wandering souls, called Hollows, but they were definitely not like this!

Escape! We must escape!

The instinct for survival pounded fiercely in the homeless child's heart, constantly urging him to escape from here!

Just like escaping the batons of the guards or fleeing from the territory occupied by thugs, isn't it perfectly normal to run away when you encounter an enemy you can't handle?

I must live! No matter what, even if I have to live like a dog, I will live on at all costs!

Go back there and get revenge on that bespectacled weirdo!

But for some reason, another, even more intense emotion was pulling him back.

The bird trembled violently, clutching its tattered cotton coat tightly, and uttered a few words in an icy tone:

"The old man...was he killed by you?"

"Ok?"

The monster hanging in the tree turned its blood-red vertical pupils in confusion, seemingly not expecting the skinny little brat opposite it to turn around and question it with such a question.

He licked his drooling lips, teasingly and lightly, "Scared stiff? How about I..."

"I'm asking you, did you kill the old man?"

Asuka's gaze met those blood-red vertical pupils, within which surged flames known as rage.