Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

As her high school graduation ceremony approaches, Masaki receives an ultimatum that she must move out of the Ishida family home.

That evening, Masaki walked down the streets of Karakura Town, holding a rental newspaper in her hand.

She needs to find a place with lower rent so she can at least make ends meet until she goes to university.

However, for a banished Quincy girl with only the meager pocket money she had saved up, finding a place to stay in a bustling city was no easy task.

After going around in circles, she could only temporarily stay at Urahara Store, running between various cheap agencies with another unlucky guy.

As she and Yixin wandered through those narrow and dark real estate agencies, they were unaware that in the shadows at the end of the street, a young man in a smart suit was silently watching everything.

Ryugen Ishida.

"Young Master, is this really a good idea?" Katagiri Yoru asked in a low voice from behind him, "What if the head of the family finds out that you've misappropriated the Ishida family's funds...?"

“This isn’t misappropriation, Ye Hui.” Long Xian interrupted her, turned away, and stopped looking at the two busy figures.

"I was just negotiating a business deal with that unscrupulous businessman Kisuke Urahara. Quincy need to gather more information about Hollowfication and Shinigami Gigaito in case of emergency."

Two days later, inside Urahara's shop.

Kisuke Urahara handed Isshin Kurosaki a heavy check and a signed property transfer agreement.

"Oh, Mr. Kurosaki, it seems you've been tricked. A 'philanthropist' who wishes to remain anonymous has taken a liking to your future medical research value and has prepaid a large consultation fee."

Urahara lowered his voice, a hint of teasing in his tone: "This money is not only enough to buy that small building, but also enough to cover all the 'greasing fees' for your medical licenses, and even more than enough to buy Ms. Masaki a comfortable little apartment."

He stared blankly at the numbers on the check.

That amount was definitely not ordinary donation.

"Is it Longxian?" Yixin suddenly spoke, his tone unusually calm.

"Oh my, Mr. Kurosaki has become smarter."

"That brooding kid..." Yixin's lips twitched, but his heart felt a little hot.

He knew, of course, that the money wasn't for him, but rather entrusted to Kurosaki Masaki through him.

Isshin immediately wanted to rush to the Ishida family to express his gratitude, but Urahara blocked his way with his folding fan: "If you go to him, you'll be wasting the dignity he worked so hard to maintain for you."

"Master Extinction doesn't need your thanks. What he needs is for you to take better care of that girl who originally belonged to the Ishida family in this world than she did in that cold mansion."

Yixin stopped in his tracks.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

In the days that followed, she completely transformed into a workaholic.

During the day, he shuttled between various government agencies in the real world, carrying the return certificate and academic credentials that Urahara had prepared for him, or rather, forged or counterfeited, and filled in the name "Kurosaki Isshin" on the thick application form.

In order to cope with the health bureau's surprise inspections, he really began to study modern medical textbooks day and night.

"The naming of bones here is completely different from that at the Spiritual Arts Academy!" This was a painful reminder of the strange phenomenon happening at the training grounds.

At this moment, he was wearing work clothes covered in lime, studying teaching materials while personally directing the renovation workers to modify the operating room.

Thanks to ample funding, the previously dilapidated building was completely transformed. The first floor was divided into a registration area, a pharmacy, and two spacious rooms.

He insisted on planting a tree at the entrance, saying that it would make the house feel more like home.

Masaki moved into an apartment on the outskirts of the city.

On moving day, Yixin drove a secondhand van he'd somehow gotten his hands on, yelling and shouting as he helped her move everything.

"Mr. Isshin, I can actually do it myself." Masaki, holding a potted plant, looked apologetically at Isshin, who was busy running around and looked exhausted.

"I'm your attending physician now. How can I let a patient who hasn't fully recovered do this kind of physical work?"

With a cheerful laugh, Isshin carefully placed the several suitcases piled together, then turned around with a bright, even somewhat comical, smile: "Besides, from now on, everyone around here will have to call me Dr. Kurosaki. I need to get used to this respected persona in advance."

Masaki looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Two weeks later.

That was the sunniest day in Karakura Town since the beginning of summer.

Yixin stood at the port of entry, holding the final review documents that had just been delivered.

It was a business license for a medical institution stamped with the official seal of the Health Bureau.

He turned around and looked at the wooden signboard that he had written himself.

【Kurosaki Yuki】

Walking into Yunyao, one sees the walls with their eyes open.

"This marks a complete farewell to the past..."

Ding-a-ling—

The doorbell rang.

"Dr. Kurosaki, congratulations on your opening!"

Masaki, dressed in a simple floral dress, stood at the door carrying a basket of fresh ingredients, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "As your first customer, how about we celebrate with something nice tonight?"

Yixin paused for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter.

He strode over, took the basket, and spoke with an unprecedented sense of steadiness:

"Of course! Congratulations on your successful completion of your studies, Kurosaki!"

Sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, casting a warm glow on the white floor tiles.

A man gave up a long life and supreme honor.

In this city called Karakura Town, for the sake of a smile, the daily life of "Kurosaki Isshin" officially begins.

"Sorry to bother you, delivery guy—"

Just as Dr. Kurosaki placed the ingredients on the table, he heard a faint, lifeless sound coming from behind him.

Turning around, I saw Asuka, with dark circles under her eyes and a tired look, placing a flower basket delivered by Urahara Shoten at the door.

"Please sign for it, thank you."

Chapter 140: I went in, got wiped out instantly, what's there to say?

The lilies in the flower basket still had water droplets on them, and their vibrant appearance made the delivery boy look even more like a zombie crawling out of a grave.

"Hey, Asuka! What's wrong with you? Did Kisuke mistake you for a donkey pulling a millstone?" Isshin stepped forward and grabbed Asuka's shoulder.

At this moment, the bird was covered in bruises and clearly lacked sleep.

Masaki also came over worriedly: "Mr. Asuka looks really bad... I had a good day at work and just bought some Wagyu beef. Why don't we take a day off and celebrate together?"

Asuka blinked, looked at the two people in front of her who genuinely cared about her, and waved her hand expressionlessly: "Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need for a meal. I wish you a successful opening."

"Don't be like that. Look at you these days, all you do is deliver goods and train and torment yourself... The training plan that Mr. Yoruichi gave you, just looking at it makes my bones ache."

Masaki shivered, stubbornly blocking the way with the enthusiasm typical of a high school girl: "Your body needs rest too, even if it's just sitting down and having a proper meal..."

"I'm sorry, I don't have time." Asuka maintained her friendly demeanor as she declined Kurosaki Masaki's offer again: "I need to make the most of every minute to recover, Ms. Kurosaki."

He watched as Yixin signed the receipt, bowed slightly, and turned to leave the store.

"Hey, Asuka! Wait!"

"Miss Masaki, let him go."

Isshin gently patted Masaki's shoulder, his eyes deep.

He could understand Asuka's anxiety; after all, it was indeed difficult for a powerful warrior to endure such a sense of powerlessness for long.

……

The underground training ground is a sandy plain piled with boulders.

Snapped!

A crisp sound of flesh colliding rang out.

The bird's figure nimbly twisted in the air, its right hand transforming into a claw, and fiercely slammed into the fleeting black shadow.

Yoruichi Shihōin, in her black cat form, darted swiftly among the rocks.

Compared to a few days ago, the playfulness in her eyes gradually decreased, and her expression became increasingly solemn.

"This kid..."

Chop, fist, walk, ghost.

It is a basic lesson for being a member of the Grim Reaper team.

The core of boxing is the practice of fighting without physical contact.

Most team members only meet the basic requirements of these four courses, and usually it takes a lifetime to continuously hone and improve in battle.

But Yoruichi has also seen exceptionally talented members who were able to master these skills even during their apprenticeship.

If we consider Asuka as an apprentice who has just entered the Shinigami Academy, then his progress can only be described as monstrous.

His understanding of swordsmanship made his punches and kicks increasingly skillful and fierce.

In addition, he incorporated his breathing technique into the rhythm of his close-quarters combat, making each move a novel experience for Yoruichi.

"Caught!"

Asuka let out a low growl and took the initiative to meet Yoruichi's claw attack.

The moment the cat's paw brushed against his shoulder, a familiar yet strange force began to stir on his body.

The wind is blowing!

That was the technique he used when he first started learning the Breath of the Wind, which involved wrapping his body in sharp fighting spirit. He never expected to use it again after so many years.

In that instant, his tiger claws fiercely swept across Yoruichi's cat fur on her abdomen.

Although Yoruichi was quick and managed to deflect most of the force, the tangible sensation caused a hint of surprise to appear on her otherwise elegant expression.

"Although he lacks gentlemanly manners, he's quite good, Asuka."

The black cat landed lightly on a stone pillar, its tail twitching impatiently twice: "You've actually reached the limit of your cat form? Asuka, your relentless training is quite interesting."

Feiniao stood still, flicked the cat fur off her fingertips, and tried to calm the burning sensation in her chest.

His arm ached and trembled slightly.

It is said that Yoruichi's goal was successfully achieved, but it was only the foundation.

“...Not enough.” His eyes gleamed with fighting spirit: “This level of progress is simply not enough in the face of those monsters.”

Yoruichi remained silent for a moment.

Looking at the boy, she seemed to see the shadow of the boy who had relentlessly exploited himself to protect his family.

"Okay, that's what I think too."

The black cat's voice suddenly became deep, and the originally gentle spiritual pressure fluctuations on its body instantly turned violent.

"Now that you can keep up with 'Black Cat's' rhythm, let's see if you can last even a second against 'Instant God'."

The next instant, an immense spiritual pressure exploded in the center of the arena.

Smoke billowed up, the air seemed to be filled with lightning and thunder, and a wave of heat swept over us.

The black cat disappeared before the bird's astonished gaze.

Instead, there was a tall, slender woman with dark skin.

She stood naked among the rocks, her long purple hair cascading down like a waterfall, every muscle radiating an explosive power that surpassed all things.

This is the true form of the black cat.

Yoruichi Shifūin, known as the "Instant God".

Normally, any man would hesitate, feel shy, or be amazed for even a moment when faced with such a sudden visual shock.

But birds did not.

His bloodshot eyes didn't even linger on Yoruichi's arrogance for a moment.

He was staring intently at Yoruichi's legs.

There, pale golden spiritual particles were vibrating at a terrifying frequency.

Such a strong sense of oppression... Is this some kind of way to accelerate the use of spiritual power?