Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

At this moment, for the first time, his blood-red vertical pupils revealed the shock and fear that should belong to the hunters!

The intense light came quickly and went quickly.

A gust of wind carrying snow and sand blew by, the light faded, and the bird's kneeling figure was revealed.

Although he was still covered in blood, the demonic claws that had pierced his shoulder were gone, leaving only a terrible blood hole. His cotton-padded clothes had also changed into a pure black, tattered kimono top and wide trousers.

And the broken knife in his hand had completely changed its appearance.

The rusty longsword was gone; in his hand was a large, serrated broadsword, grayish-black in color, with an unusual metallic sheen!

The blade was covered with jagged, serrated, canine-like teeth, making the blade wider and heavier, giving it a powerful and ferocious feel in the hand....

Just by staring at the cold glint of the blade, one could almost hear the low, faint whimpers of a pack of dogs. A terrifying sense of oppression, as if being watched by countless hungry wild dogs, instantly overwhelmed one's heart!

"You! What kind of monster are you?!"

The demon clutched its injured claw in terror, its voice no longer as confident as before.

He was shocked to discover that his physical body was difficult to restore.

The burning sensation on the claws was intense, but it wasn't flames; rather, it was a tearing sensation that penetrated to the very soul.

It's like being constantly bitten and torn apart by a hungry wolf, only to be bitten again and then fiercely seized. The evil spirit can feel the loss of life energy within its body, but the healing speed is unimaginably slow!

This human is a demon! This is blood demon magic! Such thoughts popped into his limited understanding.

Feiniao slowly raised her head. Although the bloodstains on her body were still glaring and the wound on her shoulder was extremely horrifying, her eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Pay back the old man's blood debt!"

Chapter 4 Blood Debt and Blood Payment

"What's this...?"

The demon's pupils contracted and trembled violently, and the tearing sensation clinging to his claws seemed to be tearing his soul apart as well.

On the severed surface of his wrist, the writhing granulation tissue felt like it was being repeatedly gnawed by countless fine, sharp teeth, constantly emitting excruciating pain! He hadn't experienced this feeling for many, many years.

He recalled his days as a bandit, when the villagers tied him up and whipped him daily, forcing him to eat whatever he could find out he was starving, and the nights filled with abdominal cramps... He remembered those nights, the constant pain... and the helplessness he felt...

This weak memory terrified him!

"Are you still human...? What are you?!"

call....

Asuka exhaled a long breath, the cold air suddenly clearing his mind, which had been clouded by blood loss. The gushing blood flowing down his forehead formed grotesque patterns like the sharp teeth of a wild beast, dripping onto his tattered clothes and the serrated blade.

He looked down at the serrated broadsword in his hand and muttered to himself, "Hako... what a name, like a wild dog..."

The broadsword did not respond to him, but instead emitted a primal hunger, sending a faint stream of heat along the hilt into his palm, flowing through his veins and barely supporting his swaying body.

The wounds on her body were still burning and stinging, and the anger in Asuka's heart was growing stronger.

boom!

He shot out like a cannonball, stepping through the snow, and the surrounding snow exploded instantly because of his sudden force!

The demon was startled; this kid's speed was many times faster than before!

He hurriedly raised his two twisted arms, which were like bamboo poles, and subconsciously tried to defend himself by relying on his immortality as a ghost. However, when he saw the unhealed cut on his wrist, he wavered and wondered if it would be better to simply dodge.

In that moment of hesitation, Asuka's serrated broadsword was already upon him!

Sizzle—!

With a tearing sound, the serrated broadsword slashed down, emitting a piercing howl like a pack of dogs fighting over food!

The heavy blade left a blurry gray-black afterimage as it forcefully slashed at the demon's crossed arms!

Tear—! Sharp saw teeth, like the fangs of a vicious dog, were deeply embedded in the demon's flesh!

In that instant, Asuka could clearly feel the strange sensation of the blade cutting through flesh and crushing bones.

Where the blade passed, the flesh was not cut smoothly, but rather jaggedly as if it were violently torn and ripped apart!

The demon's tough claws and sturdy bones, strong enough to tear a bear's hide, snapped as easily as rotten wood the moment they came into contact with the blade! Both arms were cleaved in half and hung limply down.

If the demon hadn't reacted quickly at the last moment and taken a step back, his entire arm would probably have been sliced ​​off!

"Ughh ...

As the demon retreated, it let out a heart-wrenching howl, a hundred times more mournful than ever before.

While the physical pain was bearable, the feeling of his wounds being constantly gnawed at was actually draining the energy from his flesh and blood, causing his proud regenerative ability to decline and even fail!

No, this brat isn't human! We have to run!

The demon had lost its will to fight and began to try to turn and flee, but the bird had no intention of letting it go.

He endured the dizziness and discomfort caused by blood loss, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and once again brought down the heavy serrated broadsword!

"Roar!" This relentless, all-or-nothing stance ignited the demon's final ferocity.

He twisted backward sharply, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

The serrated broadsword, accompanied by a whooshing sound, grazed his face, leaving several deep, bone-revealing bloody gashes on his contorted face!

He recklessly used his dangling, severed arm as two twisted iron whips, lashing it fiercely at the bird's body! At the same time, he opened his blood-red maw and lunged straight at the bird's neck!

"Go to hell!"

The response to the demon was a cold, low growl from the birds.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, countless blinding black lights burst forth from the blade of the monstrous beast!

That was the spiritual pressure originating from the bird itself. Under his extremely angry and all-out swing of the sword, it unconsciously resonated with the serrated blade in his hand, roaring as it broke free of his body!

The so-called spiritual pressure is a primal force originating from the essence of the soul that exists within every person and every living being. The strength of this force varies depending on the density of spiritual energy within the body.

The reason why birds can sense the aura of demons is because of the spiritual pressure emanating from them, which is different from that of ordinary people.

Several irregularly serrated spiritual pressure strikes shot out from the blade like hungry dogs fighting for food! They were disorderly, frenzied, and violent, squeezing and even colliding violently with each other, carrying wind pressure that could tear everything apart, rushing towards the demon that was within arm's reach!

Puff puff puff puff—!

A series of rapid tearing sounds rang out!

The demon's chest, legs, and abdomen were instantly torn apart by these ferocious "hungry dogs," with flesh flying everywhere!

Large chunks of flesh were shredded by the violent spiritual pressure hurricane, and twisted flesh was torn open and lifted to reveal the stark white bones!

"Damn it! Get away! Get away from me!!"

The demon's entire body was cleaved away by the blade, crashing heavily into a huge ancient tree. It coughed up blood and desperately used its broken arm to beat against the increasingly intense biting sensation on its body!

Asuka, supporting herself with a knife, limped over, panting heavily.

He could barely see the road anymore; his vision was blurry and dark.

But he didn't stop; it was almost an instinct of anger that was dragging him along, making him slowly walk toward the demon like a god of death.

"No...don't come any closer..."

The demon's body was no longer able to move; the energy in its flesh and blood could not be mobilized at all, and its wounds could no longer heal.

He let out a terrified and desperate plea for mercy, hoping to awaken even a sliver of compassion in the human boy before him, to try and get him to let him go... or to strike back one last time when the boy was off guard!

The bird walked up to him without responding, its cold gaze showing no pity whatsoever.

He raised the heavy raccoon dog high, its serrated blade reflecting an ominous, cold light in the moonlight over the dense forest.

He mustered the last bit of strength in his body, along with the meager, scalding life energy that the charcoal had stolen from the evil spirit, and poured it all into the blade.

"It's over."

The birds’ voices were cold and weary.

Whoosh—!

After a dizzying spin, the demon's terrified eyes saw its own headless body and the trembling back of a boy who was about to fall.

"Heh...heh..." He opened his mouth in vain, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

He wanted to struggle, wanted to cry out, but he couldn't utter a sound.

Under the bird's final strike, his life force was like a flood that had been released, never to be restored.

hiss....

This continued for a few seconds, and then, under the bird's wary gaze, the demon's body began to gradually wither and even began to emit hissing black smoke as if it were spontaneously combusting.

A stench wafted over, and the demon's body began to disintegrate into countless tiny, grayish-black specks of light, turning to ashes along with its filthy, ugly head.

All that remained was a patch of snow soaked in filth and blood.

The wind and snow continued, and silence returned once more.

boom!

The bird could no longer hold on and fell backward to the ground, quietly feeling the life force draining from its body.

Did you win...?

He didn't know what had just happened to him, but such severe injuries probably wouldn't heal on their own... He might really be going to die...

As he fell, the heavy, serrated greatsword let out a low groan. The serrations on the blade gradually disappeared as the light faded, and it returned to being a rusty, unremarkable, broken longsword, lying quietly beside the bird.

His body temperature was rapidly decreasing, and the melted snow mixed with blood soaked through his thin clothes.

The biting cold penetrated to the bone marrow, and the field of vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

Asuka's last consciousness was of the old man's stern face as he handed her hot porridge, and a vague thought:

"Never mind...at least I avenged the old man..."

The wind and snow fell heavily, trying to bury the tragic battlefield and the frail figure that had fallen.

A moment later, several young men dressed in dark uniforms with the word "Extinction" on their backs appeared at the edge of the dense forest.

They followed a cawing black crow, running swiftly across the snow, seemingly searching for something.

When they saw the snow-covered ground splattered with blood and filled with a thick, ghostly aura, they were all taken aback.

Vast expanses of crimson, grotesque tearing marks on tree trunks, and the lingering smell of... a burnt ghost after it was slain!

And that boy lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

"What a fierce battle..."

Chapter 5 The Wind of Hayama

"I'm sorry... please take care of this child for me!"

"Hey! Who are you? Don't cause trouble for others!"

"Please, his name is Asuka...please!"

What's that sound...woman? Where am I?

The bird, in its daze, felt its consciousness was like a lump of paste, soaked in darkness from which it could not stretch its limbs, and could not see anything in front of it at all.

He could only vaguely see the figure of a woman with dark green hair, who awkwardly pushed him into the arms of an old woman and ran away in the distance like a madwoman.

"I'm sorry... Asuka... I'm so sorry!!"

After she ran far away, a group of swordsmen dressed in black kimonos began searching for something from house to house. Finally, under the command of their leader, they chased after the woman in the direction she had gone.

As the swordsmen went away, the bird's consciousness gradually faded, becoming increasingly sluggish until it sank into the depths of darkness.

I don't know how much time has passed; it may be a moment, or it may be an eternity.

Feiniao suddenly felt a piercing pain, and a series of ferocious and terrifying scenes of fighting flashed wildly before his eyes and shattered. Then he opened his eyes abruptly.

"Old man!"

He sprang to his feet, his whole body aching as if it were falling apart.

Asuka was breathing heavily, observing everything around her with suspicion and uncertainty.

This is a small Japanese-style room with simple and rustic furnishings. There are tatami mats with soft cotton mattresses on the floor, and a thick, warm quilt wrapped around your body, which still has the fragrance of sunshine.

The air was filled with a bitter smell, like the scent of wintergreen on the medicine shelf, probably coming from the small cabinet in the corner, on which sat a bowl of dark-colored medicine that hadn't been finished.

Where am I... Asuka was a little panicked and subconsciously reached for her long sword, only to find that there was nothing around her.