Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

"Wake up! Don't listen!!"

outside world.

Xu Bai looked at the motionless bird lying in a pool of blood and prepared to deliver the final blow.

However, a sudden change occurred.

Asuka, who was already on the verge of death and whose spiritual pressure was almost gone, suddenly unleashed an extremely suppressed aura.

It was a pure nothingness that sought to strip away all life.

"Ah—is this the secret of Room 46?"

Beneath the black cloak, Aizen Sousuke wore an extremely eager smile.

Chapter 125 The Transparent World

Meanwhile, Karakura-cho Urahara Store.

The faded curtains hanging in front of the shop were wildly slapping against the signboard in the wind and rain, making a pattering sound.

The store shelves were piled high with thick pastry boxes with expired labels, colorful marble soda bottles, and magazines with questionable contents, all reflecting dappled shadows under the dim light.

However, this seemingly dilapidated and even somewhat shabby little shop has a surprisingly wonderful interior.

Further in, you can enter a spacious underground training ground, where the living room is lit up with television lights.

A boring late-night soap opera was playing on the television, and the fluorescent light from the screen reflected on the two people's faces.

"Hey, Kisuke! How many times have I told you, this is the time to watch the late-night rerun of 'Tales of the Unusual,' and turn off that weird romance drama of yours right now!"

A woman with dark skin and a lithe build stood with her hands on her hips, her tone full of impatience.

Her long purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her golden vertical pupils exuded an aura of authority unique to those in power.

It was none other than Yoruichi Shifūin, the former captain of the Second Division and Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukido.

"Oh dear, Yoruichi-san, you just don't understand."

A middle-aged man dressed in a green kimono and wearing a distinctive green and white striped hat was gripping the remote control tightly, a frivolous smile on his face that made you want to punch him.

"Watching this kind of sticky, pure love soap opera on a rainy day is the ultimate enjoyment in life."

This person is Kisuke Urahara, the "traitor" of Soul Society and former captain of the 12th Division and director of the Technology Development Bureau.

"Stop talking nonsense! Give me the remote control!"

Yoruichi pounced on him, and the two engaged in a utterly unseemly fight for the item on the tatami mat.

If the Shinigami of Soul Society were to witness this scene, they would probably be utterly astonished—two fugitives who had once stirred up a storm were now fighting each other without any decorum over a television channel.

However, just as Yoruichi's hand was about to touch the remote control, her movement suddenly froze.

Kisuke Urahara also stopped moving at almost the same second.

His eyes, which had been hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, suddenly became sharp as a blade, and his previous frivolousness vanished completely.

A violent and icy spiritual pressure surged from the direction of Naruki City into the air.

"False?"

They both spoke at the same time.

That wasn't an ordinary Hollow; the spiritual pressure it exuded had an extremely strange quality, as if it were some kind of chaotic aggregate that had been forcibly kneaded together.

"It's quite intriguing that a Hollow of this strength would so brazenly appear here." Yoruichi stood up, her expression turning serious, her previous playful demeanor vanishing without a trace.

"And I sensed it... wasn't that Isshin from the Shiba family? How did that guy end up in the human world?"

“Ah, the Shiba kid, he’s definitely not going to behave himself.” Kisuke Urahara rested his chin on his hand, his gaze deep. “He probably sneaked out without the Captain-Commander’s knowledge.”

"However, since the captain of the Gotei 13 is here, even if we can't deal with that Hollow immediately, we'll be more than capable of protecting ourselves... It's better for us 'fugitives' not to get involved. If we're recognized, it'll be very troublesome to explain."

"You're still so cautious." Yoruichi sat down again, but instead of reaching for the remote, she quietly sensed the movements in the distance.

"Hmm... Isshin seems to be injured? This is... the aura of a Quincy? The world is really bustling like this."

"A Quincy? In this era, that's quite a rare breed." Kisuke Urahara pulled out a stack of spirit particle detection talismans from his pocket, watching them tremble slightly in the air. "The situation should still be under control, right? Although the captain is restrained, there's that Quincy..."

Kisuke Urahara's words suddenly caught in his throat.

Above Karakura Town, the previously chaotic spiritual pressure field suddenly collapsed in a deathly silence.

An indescribable aura, carrying extreme malice, swept across the entire Karakura Town along with the raging wind and torrential rain.

It was a void like a black hole, a despair that seemed to deny all existence and drag the whole world into an endless quagmire.

click!

A teacup on Kisuke Urahara's desk shattered without any contact.

Yoruichi abruptly stood up, her golden pupils contracting sharply, and every hair on her body stood on end.

"Kisuke! What is that?! What's causing this chill?!"

Kisuke Urahara did not answer. For the first time, his face, which always wore a mask-like smile, showed genuine astonishment.

He quickly pulled open the hidden compartment under the tatami mat and took out two specially made black cloaks.

This is the same set that Aizen wears, which can completely conceal the aura of spiritual pressure. In fact, as long as a little bit of Kido power is attached to it, it can blend the figure into the scenery and make it difficult for people to notice.

To be precise, it was a precious legacy left by him, the head of the Technology Development Bureau, to that bastard Aizen.

He tossed one of the cloaks to Yoruichi, his eyes hardening: "We can't stand idly by, Yoruichi."

"This atmosphere... if I had to describe it, it's like the world is vomiting."

"If that force gets completely out of control, Karakura Town might become a 'non-existent place' tonight."

The two nodded to each other, their spiritual pressure instantly concealed by the cloaks, transforming into two almost invisible black shadows that disappeared into the raging rain.

Meanwhile, in Asuka's spiritual world...

The white shadow still gripped the bird's neck, its face contorted and maddened in the pure white light, even though it had no facial features.

Its voice sounded like countless people wailing simultaneously: "Isn't this a fake? It's amazing you managed to break through the blockade and escape!"

"Bird! Don't listen to its bewitching words!"

A snow-white figure pierced through the forest of swords on Mirror Plains, its silver eyes filled with anxiety and anger. Its four feet treaded on the mirror surface, splashing sparks of spiritual energy.

It leaped into the air, its sharp fangs flashing with a chilling light that could tear apart souls, and bit straight at the white figure's neck!

[You troublesome beast!]

A hint of disgust flashed in Bai Ying's eyes.

It didn't even loosen its grip on the bird; it simply swung its left hand sharply.

A black spiritual pressure slammed into the white wolf's abdomen like a heavy hammer, sending it flying.

The white wolf rolled several times on the ground, smashing through more than a dozen rusty broken swords before finally coming to a stop.

[This sword spirit, which was merely given a name by this bastard brat and barely materialized, actually dares to try and seize control of this world from me?]

It looked at the white wolf struggling to its feet and sneered: "I am the only reality! You are nothing but a 'guardian' he forcibly imagined!"

"...Names don't matter!"

"I am who I am!"

The white wolf lowered its body again, letting out a thunderous growl from its throat.

It began to emanate a divine light, attempting to resist the black malevolent forces that were constantly encroaching from the surroundings.

The white figure's face darkened, and with a sudden burst of strength, he slammed the bird hard onto the ground.

boom!

A huge crack was smashed into the boundless mirror field, and the bird was cut by countless shattered mirror shards, rolling several meters in a sorry state before finally stopping.

【Today, we're absolutely going to get rid of all this eyesore here!】

The white figure raised his hand, and a jet-black longsword materialized in the void.

The blade is covered with hexagonal patterns, and just one glance is enough to feel the malice within it, like an abyss that wants to devour everything in the world and is never satisfied.

Feiniao struggled to his feet from the bottom of the pit. His left eye had turned pitch black, and an extreme malice was surging up his veins.

[You bastard, your knife is broken, and your soul is broken too.]

Here, you have nothing but these garbage memories.

The white figure looked at the bird, its face filled with a mixture of pity and cruelty.

"No knife...?"

The bird looked down at the ruins beneath its feet.

The place is filled with swords.

Although those swords were broken, rusted, and some were even only half left, each one was imbued with the aura he left behind during that long journey.

He saw the hilt with flame patterns, the longsword as soft as a whip, and the completely black, charcoal-like black knife.

Asuka suddenly reached out and grabbed a longsword at her feet that was already covered in cracks and had a blade covered in red rust.

That's Arashizaki's sword.

"Then... I'll borrow it for a bit."

Chapter 126 Sorry, I'm a little grumpy when I wake up.

With a roar, the otherwise ordinary broken sword suddenly erupted with intense spiritual pressure in Asuka's hand.

Although in this mirror field, Asuka had no idea what her state was, and even questioned whether breathing was necessary.

But he would never forget the swordsmanship instincts etched into his bones from every day and night he spent in Hayama.

"Shuo!!"

His figure came rushing in like a whirlwind, instantly creating a spiraling hurricane.

The white figure easily dodged to the side, its eyes filled with disdain: [Using these trashy memories as weapons? You're hopeless.]

The battle erupted completely in this desolate spiritual world.

The white figure moved like a ghost, leaving countless afterimages in the air. Every swing of the black blade in his hand caused a violent tremor in the space.

The bird naturally found itself in a fierce battle.

He had no knife, or rather, he didn't have a knife that could sustain him in the fight.

He had to constantly move through the Mirror Plain, quickly pulling out the next broken sword before each one shattered.

"This... was left behind by Muichiro Tokito..."

"This... is the one that Haganezuka forged..."

The white wolf and the raccoon dog flanked the enemy, their movements perfectly coordinated with the birds.

It uses its massive body to shield birds from fatal wounds, or its sharp claws to leave scars on the back of white shadows.

The man and the wolf displayed an extraordinary understanding at this moment, as if they were two sides of the same will, able to understand each other's thoughts with just a thought.

Enough! This farce needs to end!

The white figure roared, and the black blade in his hand suddenly cracked, turning into countless tiny black fragments.

These fragments rapidly split and expanded, raining down upon the birds and white wolf, instantly shattering the pure white sky.

[The End—All Things Swallowed Up!!]

The broken sword in Asuka's hand turned to dust in an instant.

The white wolf let out a mournful wail as its white fur was repeatedly torn apart by black fragments, staining the mirror-like earth with blood.

A tremendous force knocked them to the ground, and the bird felt its self-awareness rapidly dissipating.

My vision started to blur.

The pale sun dripped black liquid.

He saw the white figure approach step by step, the black blade in his hand reforming.

See? This is how it ends.

The white figure raised its knife—