Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

"You pathetic ghost hunter... Everything in this car is my blood, my flesh! How are you going to kill me?!"

"Can you protect the hundreds of people on this bus... huff huff huff..."

He grinned maliciously, relishing Tanjiro's expression of despair:

"I will kill you all, leaving none alive!!"

Chapter 57 Death and Asuka

I can not be reconciled!

Why am I still so weak after trying so hard for so long?

Not enough, I can still fight!

Fragments of memory flooded Feiniao's brain like a tidal wave, tearing open his scars with sharp edges—

The pungent smell of chemicals and blood filled the air, and as far as the eye could see, there were rows of transparent glass silos filled with unidentified liquids.

Inside the warehouse, there were adults, children, wandering spirits, and... a Shinigami dressed in a black Shinigami uniform.

The Grim Reaper is the guardian of Soul Society, the maintainer of order who guides the souls of the dead, and an existence that even a wandering spirit like Asuka dares not provoke.

But he never expected that even the Grim Reaper would be imprisoned in this dark and hopeless place, just like him.

"Having consumed so much, is it still not enough...?"

In front of the glass enclosure, Asuka vaguely saw two tall figures, one of whom was Aizen, dressed in black.

"...Lord Aizen, we've already secretly collected over a hundred souls. If this continues..."

A Shinigami swordsman knelt respectfully before Aizen's retreating figure, his voice tinged with unease.

Aizen turned around and looked at him, giving him a gentle smile.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Pfft—!

A glint of cold light flashed.

The black-clad swordsman looked at him in disbelief before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

"Well then, let's see what's wrong with you..."

Approaching slowly, Aizen came into Asuka's line of sight.

Asuka tried to resist, but the cold metal restraints dug deep into the flesh of his small body. He wanted to scream, but a respirator was stuffed into his mouth, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

Aizen adjusted his glasses, fixing his gaze intently on Asuka: "Why did the Central 46 go to such lengths to search Rukongai...? Could the answer be you? Number 78?"

Then, he pressed several buttons in front of the glass case...

An unbearable pain instantly engulfed Asuka's entire body!

Needles extending from all directions pierced his skin, as if countless scorching molten slurries were flowing through his blood vessels!

The cold iron claws gripped his head, tearing his soul apart and then brutally sewing it back together!

The bird convulsed, struggled, and twisted in its restraint.

His skin was torn apart by his resistance, and his eyes were so bloodshot that crimson seeped into the clear liquid.

But he could neither escape nor resist, and could only let the man opposite him do as he pleased.

The man's gaze was calm and focused, as if he were observing the growth of bacteria in a petri dish, filled with pure interest and inquiry.

"Hang in there, number seventy-eight... Let me see where your limits are..."

"Taotie—!!"

Asuka suddenly snapped out of her past memories, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and flipped herself up with a carp-like somersault, unleashing an unprecedented pressure from the Zanpakuto in her hand.

"Barking!!"

He roared and unleashed his Blade of Deception, a massive spiritual pressure strike composed of countless gray-black roaring beast shadows tearing through space and bursting forth from the blade!

Wherever it passed, the darkness was torn apart, revealing the deep moonlight, as if one were in a vast, empty courtyard.

Aizen clapped his hands again: "So this is your Shikai ability? I didn't expect you to be able to release it on your own even when your spiritual pressure was suppressed..."

"The Thirty-Nine of the Binding Path: The Round Gate Fan".

Faced with this scene, Aizen calmly raised his left hand, and a rapidly spinning golden spiritual light shield appeared in front of him.

Click click click!

The gray-black barking slash slammed heavily onto the light shield! A deafening explosion resounded throughout the entire consciousness space. The bird's slash and the pure light shield clashed violently, forming an energy storm filled with flying light fragments!

Hmm? Aizen, who thought he would easily block the slash, had a slight change in his expression.

The round gate was shattered... no, swallowed up?

Those dark gray spiritual pressures, truly like living beings, actively gnawed at the light shield in Aizen's hand, causing it to rapidly disintegrate and shatter...

He withdrew the demonic energy from his hand, took a step back for the first time, and spoke again:

"The Eighty-first of the Path of Binding: Severing the Void".

Om-!

A huge, square wall of light, crystal clear and seemingly constructed from the purest crystal, instantly appeared in front of Aizen.

This is an absolute barrier specifically designed to isolate attacks from the demonic path!

boom! !

The lingering barking and slashing attack crashed into the broken wall and turned to ashes.

A Zanpakuto that can devour spirit particles... How interesting.

Aizen was about to speak when he realized that Asuka was gone.

Whoosh—!

A swift and powerful slash swept across his side!

"First Fierce Wind Slash!!"

"A good tactic."

Using the commotion created by the barking, Asuka immediately made a decision and charged towards Aizen's side.

His eyes were bloodshot, with crimson blood swirling in their sockets.

Asuka had pushed his spiritual pressure perception to its limit. At this moment, he could even see the airflow and the direction of the shattered spiritual particles!

In his field of vision, Aizen's dazzling spiritual pressure seemed to become clearer!

He could see the vast river of spiritual energy flowing within the other person's body, and he could sense the faint premonition of the next movement that was about to take shape at the other person's fingertips!

It will definitely work! We'll see through him! We'll see through his movements! We'll definitely be able to hit this guy!

Clang!

Aizen drew his sword from his waist and casually blocked Asuka's attack.

"It's not over yet!! Rank 6: Black Wind and Mist!!!"

Asuka swung her sword, unleashing a series of powerful slashes from below, relentlessly attacking Aizen! Yet, he easily deflected each strike.

"To achieve this with only mortal swordsmanship and the instinct for insight is quite impressive."

"However, the level of clarity that mortals can reach is ultimately limited by its own barriers."

"The Sixty-First Chapter of the Path of Binding: The Six-Staff Light Prison".

The golden spiritual particles transformed into six enormous light wedges, carrying a powerful restraining force, instantly piercing through the space surrounding the bird!

call out!call out!call out!

The light wedge pierced through the darkness and nailed directly into the bird, completely interrupting all its movements and breathing!

This is not just a physical confinement, but a spiritual pressure barrier!

They were like living chains, deeply embedded in his body, suppressing the flow of power within him.

"Pfft!!"

The intense restraints made it difficult for him to breathe, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He tried to struggle, but every muscle contraction was violently bounced back by the powerful recoil transmitted from the film!

Completely powerless to fight back!

"That's enough for now, number seventy-eight," Aizen said calmly.

As he finished speaking, his figure seemed to become somewhat blurry, and the edges slowly dissipated like gravel, emitting faint specks of light.

This was not Aizen himself descending, but rather a projection that Aizen had stored deep within Asuka's soul before Asuka broke through the dimensional barrier and arrived in this world.

As Asuka began to release her restricted spiritual pressure, Aizen's projection, which he used to observe her, emerged, allowing him to witness it all.

"Live on and return to Soul Society."

"Your wish shouldn't be limited to this; I'd love to see your future..."

The bird was panting heavily, constantly trying to break free from the six-staff light prison.

He stared intently at Aizen's body, which was beginning to dissipate, his eyes brimming with hatred.

"I will not give up, Aizen!"

"Whether it's Soul Society or Hell, I will definitely go back! I will definitely find you!"

"You just wait and see!!"

With his roar, the leopard began to tremble violently, its entire mental world collapsing, as if something was about to break through the barriers and descend upon this world.

However, this declaration of war only elicited a smile from Aizen:

"I'm really looking forward to it, number seventy-eight...."

Suddenly, Aizen's hand, which had become almost completely transparent, casually reached out and grabbed at the dark corner—

"Ugh!!"

A short, sharp scream suddenly rang out!

A gaunt figure in a train conductor's uniform was abruptly pulled from the shadows!

He was none other than the Lower Moon One's henchman, who came to find the boundary of Asuka's dream realm and intend to eliminate Asuka's existence!

Aizen didn't even glance at him; his translucent fingers simply clenched into a fist.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the flight attendant immediately fell silent, carelessly tossed aside.

It's like crushing an ant.

Chapter 58 Burning Fury

Inside the carriage, flesh and blood roared.

Tanjiro's tiger's mouth had already cracked open.

Each time he swung his Nichirin Blade to sever the massive, slimy, and ever-regenerating tentacles, the shock made his arms go numb.

His young yet resolute face was splattered with foul-smelling black blood, and his vision was filled with writhing, churning crimson flesh.

They emerged from every crevice of the carriage floor, ceiling, and windows, barbs and suction cups, greedily pouncing on the unconscious, slumbering passengers.

"The pigs are advancing! The pigs are advancing!"

Inosuke's roar cracked as his two serrated blades danced like a raging whirlwind, tearing a tentacle thicker than his waist into pieces.

More tentacles immediately filled the gap, their ferocious flesh gleaming with a nauseating sheen, lashing heavily against his boar headgear with dull thuds.

He staggered, coughing up a mouthful of blood, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

Sizzle—whoosh!

"Thunderbolt Flash - Six-Hit Combo!"

Several fine golden bolts of lightning suddenly lit up amidst the chaos, shattering countless tentacles.

Although Zenitsu kept his eyes tightly closed, he had a penchant for killing in his dreams, and his movements were as fast as real lightning.