Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

On a clear morning after the rain, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass.

Masaki Kurosaki sat on a bench by the window, gently stroking the bandaged wound on her shoulder with her right hand.

Those were bite marks left by Xu Bai.

The once ferocious, bloody mouth has begun to heal after being treated by a special spiritual power.

A cup of cooled black tea sat before her, the last wisp of steam blurring her vision.

"The Grim Reaper...?"

Masaki muttered to herself.

As a descendant of a pureblood Quincy family, she was adopted by the Ishida family, who were also pureblood Quincy, and was taught from a young age that "Shinigami are the enemies of Quincy".

[...So you're a Quincy! Haha!]

She thought of that somewhat carefree and impulsive man again, who seemed completely unrelated to the so-called nemesis.

Not to mention that young man named Asuka, although he seemed strange, he was also a Grim Reaper.

Masaki opened the window, letting the morning breeze blow into the room.

Did those two... go back to Soul Society?... Will they get scolded after they went back?

Quincy and Shinigami... these two arch-enemies who have fought for thousands of years throughout history, can they really not coexist in the same world?

Karakura Town, Urahara Shoten.

The vast, wilderness-like training ground underground was filled with the smells of various medicines and concentrated spirit particles.

"...Still not awake?"

“His spiritual pressure fluctuations have stabilized, but it’s uncertain how long this state will last.”

"...Is it a kind of etherealization? That kind of reaction?"

"It doesn't look like it, it really won't work..."

Wearing a green and white striped hat, Kisuke Urahara was no longer the same carefree and jovial man he once was.

He tapped his palm with the folding fan in his hand, and the shadow under the brim of his hat obscured his eyes, but one could sense his solemnity.

"...It would be better to seal him in a cyborg."

Chapter 129 Let's Work, Asuka-sama

call out--!!

The man instantly drew his Spirit Bow to its full draw, and the Holy Annihilation Arrow transformed into several streaks of light, precisely piercing the distant target.

His movements remained elegant and efficient, like a sophisticated killing machine.

He is Ryugen Ishida, the young master of the Ishida family, a pureblood Quincy.

Today was supposed to be the same as usual, with me completing a set of unremarkable Quincy daily training after school.

But Masaki Kurosaki, who was standing next to him, was clearly not in a good state.

The spiritual particles that should have condensed into arrows trembled incessantly at her fingertips.

Masaki's face was pale, and cold sweat trickled down her temples from her forehead.

"Masaki, what's wrong?" Ryuken put away his longbow and looked at Masaki's shoulder with concern. "Your spiritual pressure frequency has been in a state of disorder. Is it because of your injuries?"

That night, he also sensed the battle between the Grim Reaper and Hollow White, and advised Masaki Kurosaki not to interfere.

If I were to stand by and watch someone die without offering help, I would never forgive myself for doing so tomorrow.

Faced with such a firm determination, he had no way to stop him.

He stared intently at Masaki's wound, which emanated an ominous aura.

"I'm sorry, Ryugen... I'm just... a little tired." Masaki forced a smile, trying to hide the throbbing deep within her body.

In the shadows of the training ground, Katagiri Yoru, dressed as a maid, quietly watched all of this.

A complex emotion flickered in her lowered eyes. As a servant of the Ishida family, she had witnessed the entire process of Kurosaki Masaki being injured along with Young Master Ryugen.

Katagiri knew very well that the matriarch of the Ishida family, a woman who valued the purity of bloodlines above all else, would never tolerate such contamination.

Finally, after feeling guilty and remorseful towards the Ishida family, and after undergoing rigorous training, he pushed open the door to the Ishida family's mistress's room.

"Madam, there is something I must report to you regarding Miss Masaki."

On the other side, in the basement of Urahara Store.

Asuka felt as if her consciousness was being soaked in thick glue, and every second of thinking required a huge amount of energy.

He could hear people talking beside him, but there was a distant, hollow feeling in their voices.

At the same time, he also sensed a strange change.

Blood is pumping, bones are squeezing against each other, skin is itching...

It has an extremely heavy, even somewhat strange, texture...

But eventually, clarity gradually returned.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He opened his eyes abruptly, his vision blurring for a moment before focusing on the blinding spotlight above.

"Kisuke, look."

"Oh dear, you're awake. How do you feel? This 'heavy' world."

A figure wearing a green and white striped hat came into view.

Behind him, a burly man, as large as a small mountain, pushed up his glasses, holding a tray with several unidentified reagents that were still emitting heat.

Where...am I?

Asuka tried to sit up, but found a sharp, throbbing pain in her chest.

He looked down, staring in astonishment at his hands.

My own agile and light spirit disappeared.

What appeared before him was a fleshy body with real skin color, pores, and even visible blue veins.

"Nice to meet you. I am Kisuke Urahara, and this is the private medical clinic of Urahara Stores."

Kisuke Urahara stood up and explained in a light tone, "Simply put, in order to save your life, I have prepared a set of 'high-end gear' for you - a highly concentrated compressed spirit particle artifact."

A Gikai? Asuka didn't know what that was, but when he felt the spiritual pressure within his body, his expression changed slightly.

It's empty.

His original spiritual power was now as if it had been locked in a sealed lead box.

He felt himself becoming sluggish, clumsy, and even breathing became difficult.

This feeling is far worse than being inside that meticulously crafted body.

"Because of what you unleashed during the battle, your spiritual energy channels are in complete disarray, even constantly collapsing..."

Kisuke Urahara's tone suddenly turned serious, and he pointed to the gleaming sword, the "Shuge," on the headboard of Asuka's bed.

At some point, the knife had returned to its original state, and was even sharper than before.

“If you continue to expose yourself to the world in spirit form, that aura will attract all the void within a hundred miles like a lighthouse. So, for now, you'll have to be a ‘human’.”

Human? I've been one before, but it just doesn't feel right...

The bird wobbled to its feet, stepping onto the cold ground. A real chill ran up its spine.

He clenched his fist, feeling the slight pain from his nails digging into his palm.

"My spiritual power..."

"Ahaha, sorry, buddy~" Urahara Kisuke opened his folding fan and apologized without any remorse: "My artificial body is a bit special. During the time your soul resided in it, let alone the power of a Shinigami, I'm afraid you couldn't even muster a bit of spiritual power~"

Asuka looked at Kisuke Urahara with a mixture of surprise and anger.

Who is this person? What is he saying here?

To save me, you stripped me of my power?

How am I supposed to get revenge then? How am I supposed to find Shinobu Kocho?!

“Well then, there’s this slightly special young man~” Kisuke Urahara adjusted his hat and let out a shrewish laugh:

"The rental fee for this prosthetic body, plus my medical expenses... it's not a small amount. Until you recover, please work hard here as a 'odd laborer' to pay off your debts."

"Are you kidding me...."

Meanwhile, night had already fallen.

Masaki curled up on the bed in pain.

On the once pristine white skin of his chest, a purplish-black hole was slowly taking shape, a symbol of the soul devouring itself.

She is venturing into forbidden territory.

It becomes empty.

The term "腛" refers to a type of monster formed from the lingering spirits of the dead who, due to their attachment to the mortal world or other obstacles, are unable to ascend to heaven and remain in place. After years of torment and resentment, they fall into darkness and become monsters.

They not only pose a threat to humans in the mortal world, but also disrupt the order of the Soul Society.

When Ryugen pushed open the door to Masaki's room, he was met with his mother's eyes filled with disgust and murderous intent.

“Mother, it’s not Masaki’s fault! She just…”

“Shut up, Ryugen.” Madam Ishida pointed to the faint shadow on Masaki’s chest: “Look at that! That’s the shape of a void! She’s no longer a pure Quincy, she’s an alien!”

Long Xian stared at the empty space, and the scene he had witnessed in the darkness that night flashed through his mind.

That night, he watched Masaki rush out and watch the Grim Reaper fight.

Out of reason, he did not intervene, knowing that getting involved in the battle with death would bring endless trouble, but he did not expect the consequences to be so severe.

Concern leads to confusion.

This boy, who was known for his composure, pushed away his mother who was blocking his way for the first time.

He scooped up Masaki, who was writhing in pain from being etherealized, smashed open the window, and fled his cold home in the darkness.

A chilly wind was blowing.

While using his flying scythe kicks to traverse the air, Ryugen anxiously checked on Masaki's condition.

The void was emanating an extremely ominous power, constantly stripping away her consciousness and causing her breathing to become rapid and accompanied by the low panting of a wild beast.

"What is this thing...? Why didn't I stop her forcefully back then...? Why didn't I intervene forcefully in the fight after she did something stupid?!"

The more Long Xian thought about it, the more guilty he felt.

Moreover, Masaki's aura became unusually strong due to her ethereal transformation.

This flavor is simply the most exquisite bait for those who wander aimlessly in the real world.

"Roar--!"

A creature emerged from the shadows, blocking Long Xian's path.

"Damn it, of all times..."

Ryugen's longbow reappeared, but his movements were severely restricted while protecting Masaki.

Just as the Hollow's claws were about to touch Masaki, a slash descended from the sky!

The intense spiritual pressure instantly reduced the attacker to ashes.

"Oh dear, that was close, I almost missed it."

"Hey bespectacled guy, what are you doing out so late at night...?"

Shiba Isshin, carrying the Zanpakuto, slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

He was originally worried about Masaki's condition, so he secretly came to the real world through the portal he had opened without permission while he was recuperating. However, he did not expect to witness this scene as soon as he landed.

"Don't come any closer! Death!"

The moment Ryuugen saw Shiba Isshin, he was furious: "Look at her! This is all your fault!"

Isshin's gaze shifted to Masaki.