Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

He had not yet fully adapted to the legal rules of this era. Although the sword ban had existed since the Taisho era, this society was clearly much stricter.

"Besides, swordsmanship is too flashy," Yoruichi added. "So, what you need to learn is not how to use a weapon, but how to use your body."

The black cat's shadow was stretched long under the light.

"What we need to practice is 'blank fighting'."

"Pure, unarmed combat."

Chapter 138 Burn with Youth, Young Man!

"A free fight?" Asuka repeated the unfamiliar term in a low voice.

"In your words, it's taijutsu (physical arts)." Yoruichi's tone carried a hint of pride:

“Although you don’t have spiritual pressure to enhance the power of your hand-to-hand combat right now, according to Isshin, the breathing technique you use in battle is quite interesting.”

"By ingesting large amounts of spiritual energy to strengthen bodily functions and instantly enhance the activity of the spirit... this pursuit of physical limits and explosive power may be able to help you right now."

Yoruichi stretched out her furry body and smiled at Asuka, a smile that made Asuka shiver involuntarily.

"Then, prepare to ignite your youth, young man!"

"...I understand. Please enlighten me, Mr. Black Cat."

...

The training lasted for a full two hours.

When Asuka collapsed to the ground, exhausted and drenched in sweat, he felt that the artificial body was about to fall apart.

"Hakuda is not just simple fighting, Asuka-kun."

Although it was a cat, Yoruichi's actions were as if she were toying with a child as she captured Asuka.

A single swipe of its claw or a gentle tap can easily disrupt a bird's balance.

"It is an art that turns every joint, muscle, and even every hair in the body into a weapon."

"You rely too much on the habit of swinging your sword. Remember—even without a knife, your elbows, knees, and headbutts are all sharp blades that can kill enemies!"

He nimbly leaped over the bird's body and strolled up to the upper level: "That's enough for today, let this be the beginning of your hellish training."

"After tomorrow's delivery, it will continue. This special training will not stop until you can touch a single hair on my head."

In the days that followed, the bird's life became a highly regular cycle.

He woke up in the attic of Urahara Store in the early morning, washed up quickly, and then started his busy day on his creaking bicycle.

He rode his bike through a forest of traffic and skyscrapers, carrying delivery slips in his hand.

His footprints can be found on every street in Karakura Town.

During the delivery process, I also saw countless wandering souls.

Some souls huddled forlornly under park benches, while others followed their loved ones in a daze.

The bird simply watched, no longer interfering easily.

He understands that the most important thing for him now is to accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity to return in this busy world.

Every night, after Urahara Store closes its doors, he would appear on time at the underground training ground.

boom! boom! boom!

That's the sound of a fist hitting a rock, the sound of sweat hitting the dust.

Yoruichi is an extremely strict teacher.

He not only taught Asuka the techniques of white-handed fighting, but also corrected his fighting mindset.

"I've noticed that you really like the 'trading blows' style of fighting, which isn't a very efficient way to fight."

"You must survive first, Bird." The black cat said seriously after nimbly dodging his attack and then slapping him flat on his face with its paw.

"In the real world, the premise of protecting others is to avoid being killed yourself. The difference between the art of killing and the art of self-defense is very thin."

Meanwhile, Asuka was constantly trying to integrate the rhythm of her breathing techniques with the physical skills of Hakuda during the battle.

Although the results were minimal, there was still a gradual improvement.

A few days later, late one night, Feiniao fell into a deep sleep on the training field due to exhaustion and injury.

In the dimly lit back room of the Urahara store, the chandelier creaked softly.

Kisuke Urahara was sitting amidst a jumble of intricate parts, holding his iconic folding fan, which he used to gently cover half of his face.

The huge display screen emitted a faint blue light, and the screen was divided into several images.

The largest section is showing a slow-motion replay of the underground training session that recently concluded—

The entire process of the bird dodging and being knocked down by the black cat's furious claws.

The image was continuously zoomed in and frozen, focusing on the bird's face contorted in pain. The bulging veins on its forehead and the pupils that were violently contracted due to lack of oxygen and intense pain were all captured in detail by the high-definition lens.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

“You’re back.” Urahara didn’t turn around, his tone unusually serious.

With a slight distortion of spiritual particles, Yoruichi, who had originally taken the form of a black cat, returned to her original human form.

The woman, with brown skin, long purple hair, and a stunning figure, casually grabbed a long robe and draped it over herself.

She casually sat cross-legged opposite Urahara, grabbed the teacup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yoruichi wiped her mouth, but her eyes sharpened: "Kisuke, where have you been these past few days? By the way, the results of my investigation back in Soul Society are in."

"I met up with a few old acquaintances..." Kisuke Urahara stopped what he was doing and pulled his hat down lower. "How's it going? Any news from the Fifth Division?"

Yoruichi shook her head heavily.

"It's a pity. There's absolutely no record of that boy named Asuka in Soul Society."

"Oh?" Urahara let out a soft "Huh?" "Not at all?"

"Completely not."

Yoruichi uttered these four words, her golden eyes filled with confusion: "I went through all the rosters of the Fifth Division for nearly thirty years, from full-time members to those doing odd jobs and logistics, and even checked all the temporary workers hired from Rukongai."

"At the Shinigami Academy, I risked being discovered to sneak into the archives and retrieved the boy's portrait for comparison, but it was blank again."

"It seems like this kid just said things like 'Fifth Division member' offhand."

Kisuke Urahara closed the folding fan, rested it on his chin, and fell into a long silence.

“There’s no record…” Urahara muttered to himself, “That’s the most interesting part.”

"A boy wielding a Zanpakuto, radiating such spiritual power, has not received any formal spiritual training, nor has he left any trace in Seireitei..."

“This is simply unbelievable.” Yoruichi sat down next to Urahara, looking at Asuka’s face on the screen: “His fighting posture is strange, and the breathing technique he uses is also unique... He is definitely not an unknown nobody.”

"If he's not a Shinigami, then what is he? And who taught him to use the Zanpakuto?"

At this point, Kisuke Urahara recalled Asuka's sharp sword...

"According to Isshin's description, the sword was broken in that battle, but it has now repaired itself... Without the replenishment of spiritual power, it would be impossible for him to conjure the Zanpakuto out of thin air."

"unless....."

"Unless what?" Yoruichi pressed.

“Unless his power source doesn’t belong to our spirit particle circulation system at all.” A deep light flashed in Urahara’s eyes: “Yoruichi, do you think it’s possible that this is related to that guy?”

You mean Aizen?

Yoruichi's expression suddenly tightened; she naturally knew who Urahara was referring to.

The Fifth Division Captain, who orchestrated the Hollowfication incident a century ago and pinned it on Kisuke Urahara, has some unknown evil intentions.

"Could this boy be a product of his 'virtualization'? Or another form of 'mutant'?"

Kisuke Urahara remained silent for a moment, his mind racing as he deduced Aizen Sousuke's personality and style of doing things.

Finally, he shook his head slightly, rejecting his own idea.

"With Aizen's current abilities, he might be able to create products that are mixed with Hollow power."

"But creating such a unique individual out of thin air is probably not possible at present."

"Moreover, there are no signs of being etherealized on Asuka. If he really has mastered this technology, we shouldn't be here drinking tea, but preparing for our funerals."

"Watching him deliver goods on his bicycle every day and practice his boxing so hard on the ground, I can't see anything earth-shattering about him!" Bi Guayi sighed. "What are you planning to do? Really keep him here as a deliveryman?"

“Of course.” Urahara turned around, revealing a confident smile. “Since he’s homeless now and so easy to get his hands on… wouldn’t it be great to have another free deliveryman and sparring partner?”

"You're still as wicked as ever." Yoruichi rolled her eyes at him. "I have a feeling you'll bring unpredictable changes."

"Variables often mean opportunities, Yoruichi-san."

As Urahara looked at the birds on the screen, he suddenly remembered something else:

"By the way, did you find anything about the name Shinobu Kocho?"

"If you mention this, then there really is such a thing."

Yoruichi walked to the shelf and took out a document she had brought back earlier.

Upon seeing the information on the document, Kisuke Urahara raised an eyebrow.

[Shinobu Kocho, 6th Seat of the 4th Division, Leader of the 14th Advanced Medical Squad.]

Chapter 139 The Death Captain Who Runs Through Life

During the continuous rainy season in Karakura Town.

Isshin Shiba, or rather, the current "Isshin Kurosaki," has officially bid farewell to his past as the captain of the Grim Reaper.

To conceal his identity, he changed his surname to Kurosaki Masaki to avoid potential trouble.

He is no longer the imposing captain of the 10th Division clad in a haori, but a doctor named Kurosaki wearing an outdated shirt, trying to establish himself in the modern world.

The Shinigami Academy of Spiritual Arts taught that Death is the pivot that maintains the balance of the soul.

But Yi Xin never imagined that one day he would use the medical knowledge he learned at the Spiritual Academy, originally for spiritual beings, to study how to treat human injuries and illnesses in the real world.

"Oh dear, Mr. Kurosaki, the way you hold the scalpel makes me feel like you're about to shout out 'Shanyue' any second now."

"The human body in this world is as fragile as a freshly baked pancake. If you were to use that death-inducing hemostasis method to suture an appendectomy, the Department of Health would probably arrest you as a heretic the next day."

Kisuke Urahara waved his fan, admiring the graceful figure of the weather forecaster while observing Isshin, who was diligently studying modern medicine.

Yixin rubbed his slightly swollen temples, tossed the "Current Clinical Medicine Crash Course" in his hand onto the table, and let out a long sigh.

"Shut up, Urahara. I'm just an unemployed young man struggling to make ends meet..."

“Oh my god... at your age, you're already considered an old man among humans in the modern world.”

Before Isshin could react, Urahara quickly pointed to a hand-drawn map beside him: "I've already found the address for you, a quiet street on the western outskirts of Karakura Town."

"It's a two-story building. The first floor can be converted into a utility room..."

"But what?" Yixin looked up.

“However, the homeowner in that area is a picky old man, and your current bank account balance… hehe.” Urahara let out his signature sly laugh.

Yixin remained silent; this was indeed the most pressing issue.

In today's society, you can't get anywhere without money.

As a person without a criminal record, it was impossible for him to obtain a bank loan.

Urahara tapped his palm with his folding fan, continuing to bombard his mind: "Besides, to make a fortune here, a foundation in esoteric arts isn't enough. The Department of Health in the modern world doesn't recognize any ghost paths or cults; you'll need a business license."

When the business license was mentioned, Yixin's face fell even more.

This is even more troublesome for him than dealing with the Void.

Under Urahara's guidance, he spun around like a top for almost half a month: from health checks and qualification exams to those thick stacks of certificates, it's still not completely finished...

On the other hand, Masaki's situation is equally worrying.

Masaki Kurosaki sat in the bedroom where she had lived for over a decade, with several packed suitcases in front of her.

Due to the 'bloodline contamination' caused by that Hollowfication incident, the matriarch of the Ishida family displayed an almost ruthless decisiveness.

As a pureblood descendant of the Kurosaki family, she was originally adopted so that she could form a pureblood Quincy family with Ishida Ryugen.

Now that Masaki's bloodline has been corrupted by the Hypogean, she is no longer of any value to the Ishida family.