Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 147 Enemy from the Sky

With the final wriggling sound, the Great Hollow's figure completely disappeared into the rift.

The black portal quickly closed, and the sky returned to its tranquil state.

Only the massive, scorched ravine on the earth, stretching almost to the foot of the mountain, tells the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

puff.

When everything returned to calm, Yoh Asakura's body fell straight into the soil like a puppet with its strings cut.

A ray of light flew out from his body and landed lightly in front of him.

Asuka was dressed in a black Shinigami uniform, and a sharp, blade-like aura emanated from him.

It's finally recovered.

"His skills have improved again... It seems all that suffering these past few days wasn't in vain..."

He felt the flow of spiritual energy within his body, and it felt even smoother than before.

"Mr. Asuka...you look much more handsome like this than before." Yoh Asakura lay sprawled on the scorched earth.

He looked at the bird, whose demeanor had suddenly changed, now exuding an imposing aura: "Did we win?"

Asuka bent down and looked at Asakura Yoh, who was covered in wounds.

"Yes, we've won for now."

He turned his head and coldly swept his gaze toward a withered tree in the distance.

"Have you had enough of the show?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Then, the figure with a sly smile slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I got a little too engrossed in it."

Kisuke Urahara waved his folding fan, his tone as flippant as ever, but a light that had never been seen before flickered in his eyes.

Behind him, Yoruichi Shihouin also appeared, her expression unusually complex.

She looked at the bird as if it were an alien creature.

"Asuka..." Yoruichi stepped forward, hesitating to speak.

"I'm fine," Asuka interrupted her.

"Instead of that, Manager Urahara, perhaps you should explain why you brought me here?"

He pointed at Asakura Yoh, whose eyes were darting around, and asked, "Did you arrange this guy too?"

Kisuke Urahara walked closer, looked down at the boy with special powers, and put away his carefree smile: "Wow... you really gave me a fright."

"Ye-kun, right? What was that 'possession and fusion' fighting style you were using just now?"

"What is witchcraft? Why is there no causal lock on the 'whole' of Zhangzhi Hill? What exactly is going on here?"

He rattled off a string of words like a machine gun, his hat brim almost touching Asakura Yoh's nose: "Is that the embodiment of will? Or some kind of energy amplification based on a soul connection? How did you manage to completely synchronize the attack frequency of another soul with your physical body?"

"Uh... um, sir, calm down..." Yoh Asakura was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously shifted back a little. "I just thought 'it should work,' and then... I did it."

"It should work?" Kisuke Urahara's voice rose an octave: "How is your spiritual power... your magical power distributed? At the moment your souls overlapped, was your consciousness dominant or in a supporting state?"

"Well..." Yoh Asakura scratched his messy hair, his eyes darting around.

"I can't really explain it... It just felt a bit similar to what Amida Maru and Mr. Asuka felt, and then it was inserted into my body and started moving on its own. As for things like flow direction and frequency... Uncle, the terms you're using are too advanced, I don't understand them."

Urahara was about to ask another question, but he stopped himself.

Asuka and Yoruichi also turned their heads sharply, looking at the sky above Tokihara Hill.

There, the air is being unnaturally distorted.

"Kisuke, stop playing around."

Yoruichi's expression was extremely solemn, and she had already gripped the cloak that concealed her spiritual pressure.

Before the words were even finished, a huge Japanese-style sliding door suddenly opened in mid-air without warning.

Amidst the golden light, swarms of hell butterflies fluttered out.

At the heart of that light, a strangely dressed figure was slowly descending through the air.

Commander of the 12th Division, Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

"Ugh... this rotten, nauseating, stale smell..."

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi did not immediately look down at the battlefield, but instead put his hands in his sleeves and scanned the hill of Tsubasa.

"I thought it was some kind of laboratory waste spill, but I never expected to encounter such an unpleasant face in the real world."

His gaze slowly moved down, finally settling on Kisuke Urahara.

"Urahara...Kisuke."

"Isn't this Director Nirvana? What a rare guest. Is the Soul Society so free lately that it needs the Director to personally come to the mortal world to deal with a lost Hollow?"

"A lost Hollow?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi sneered, his body landing on the ground like a falling leaf.

With each step he took, the surrounding vegetation was suppressed by the spiritual pressure emanating from him, and it groaned and bent over.

"The spiritual energy here is so abnormal that even I, in the Soul Society, cannot ignore it. Could this be the trouble you're causing? Tell me, you traitor, what are you up to now?"

"Director Kurenai, your words are hurtful... I'm just a small businessman trying to make a living in this world." Urahara gripped the Red Princess at his waist.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was actually completely unmoved by Kisuke Urahara's defection.

He was a prisoner who had been imprisoned in the "Morphin Nest." He was rescued by Kisuke Urahara himself and was deeply involved in the soul enhancement experiment that Urahara led back then.

He knew very well that Kisuke Urahara had little to do with the so-called "Hollowfication conspiracy".

But he loathed Urahara.

This aversion stems from an emotion called jealousy.

Kisuke Urahara once said: Mayuri Kurotsuchi is a genius whose intelligence is second only to mine.

This statement was unbearable for Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

In Mayuri Kurotsuchi's view, as long as Kisuke Urahara remains in his sight, he will never truly escape this obsession.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi walked up to Urahara, his golden eyes flashing with a twisted light: "A businessman? Then let's talk about the ownership of this deal."

He surveyed the ravaged hill of Tazhang, his brow furrowed. "Where did that strange fluctuation here go? Where did that thing emitting unusual spiritual energy wavelengths go? Were you lying in wait here, trying to conceal the observation data that rightfully belonged to me? What price do you want me to pay to hand over the materials?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Urahara's eyes narrowed slightly.

A gentle breeze blew past the two of them, but it couldn't dispel the escalating tension.

"Ha! You're still as unpleasant as ever, Kisuke Urahara."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi let out a sharp laugh, slowly drawing his Zanpakuto, from which puffs of poisonous yellow smoke billowed: "Perfect. I've been wanting to test just how long your outdated theories can withstand my new modifications!"

"Open your claws—Pishishiro Jizo!"

boom-!!

Two immense spiritual pressures collided violently above the hill of Tazhang.

Meanwhile, under the cover of the spiritual pressure cloak.

Yoruichi lifted the still-weak Yoh Asakura with one hand, grabbed Asuka's arm with the other, and her figure transformed into a black lightning bolt as she rushed down the mountain.

The moment the aura of the interdimensional gate surged, he had already draped the cloak over the two of them.

It's a pity that in order to cover up Yoh Asakura, the shopkeeper had to stay behind to deal with Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

"Run! Don't look back at those two lunatics!"

Yoruichi's voice rang in their ears: "Mayuri Kurotsuchi is the vanguard, and he will definitely bring the logistics troops from the Research and Development Bureau with him. If they deploy their spiritual pressure detection network, even with this cloak, we may not be able to escape."

Although Asuka couldn't see Mayuri Kurotsuchi, she could feel the twisted and insane pressure behind her.

He wasn't worried about Urahara; he knew that the man had far more cards up his sleeve than it appeared.

However, just as the three of them had walked less than 500 meters and were about to step off the scorched earth of Tazhang Hill,

Boom-!

A dull thud.

Yoruichi's carrying of Yoruichi made it seem as if Yoruichi had crashed into an invisible, hard wall.

Due to inertia, he was pulled down and pressed against the empty barrier, like a frog pressed against glass.

"Ouch! That hurts..." Yoh Asakura covered his nose, tears streaming down his face. "What... what is this? Is this a barrier set up by the old man?"

"No, this is not a barrier."

The bird landed on the ground and reached out its hand to touch the ground ahead.

He didn't touch anything.

But in front of Yoh Asakura, there was indeed a cold, transparent barrier that made people feel powerless.

It has no spiritual pressure, no flowing runes, and not even any power attribute.

It's like... space is cut off here.

The scent of grass and trees from the pine forest was right at my nose, and the lights of the streets outside were faintly visible in the distance.

No matter how hard Yoh Asakura tried, the air in front of him remained as still as a mountain, firmly blocking him from behind.

He can't get out!