Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 150 The Boy Who Regains His Power

Kisuke Urahara carefully put away Benihime and fled from Tsutsuri Hill as fast as he could.

He knew that the Soul Court's attitude towards this level of spiritual disaster could be either very serious or very minor, and he had to run away before more death arrived.

"Oh dear, this is troublesome. I gave so much core data to Director Nie. If he really creates some terrible monster later, wouldn't I be an accomplice?"

"If Yoruichi found out about this, she'd definitely kick him all the way to the moon."

He smiled wryly, and his figure quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Watching him leave, Mayuri Kurotsuchi let out a haughty chuckle: "Aizen Sousuke..."

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"What can he do? Even if Aizen is really doing some interesting experiment, I'm going to join in..."

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"No, perhaps his experimental results can be used as a more advanced material and incorporated into my sleep..."

In the early morning in Karakura Town, only stray cats were strolling on the streets.

The old wooden door of the Urahara store creaked slightly in the night before quickly closing again.

With a dull thud as the tatami mats were lifted, Yoruichi nimbly leaped into the vast, almost absurdly large underground training ground.

Behind her was Asuka, dressed in a Shinigami uniform.

"Phew... I'm finally back." Yoruichi casually patted the dust off her shoulders after landing.

She turned to look at the now completely different Fei Niao, revealing her fangs: "Hey, how's it going?"

"It's very calm." Asuka casually swung her fist, feeling the surging spiritual energy within her body: "It's like... a dried-up riverbed finally having water flowing back in."

"It seems this accident has truly become your tonic," Yoruichi chuckled.

Before long, the clattering sound of wooden clogs could be heard overhead.

Kisuke Urahara walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back, casually tucking the folding fan into his pocket.

"Oh, you two look disheveled, but you seem to be in good spirits."

Urahara approached unhurriedly, his eyes lingering on Asuka as if he were examining a fine antique that had been lost and found again.

"Kisuke, you're too slow." Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. "You got rid of that Kurenai?"

"I've wasted a lot of breath and even used up a lot of my best research data..." Urahara sighed dramatically, then his expression turned serious.

"Mr. Asuka, would you mind if I gave you another physical exam?"

Before Asuka could answer, Urahara strode forward and precisely grasped the pulse point on Asuka's right hand with his long, slender fingers.

At the same time, a subtle but extremely penetrating spiritual pressure quickly traveled through the bird's meridians.

The bird did not resist.

He knew that although the unscrupulous merchant was immoral, he wasn't a bad person; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken him in for so long.

As the investigation deepened, Urahara's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Incredible."

Urahara loosened his grip, took a half-step back, circled the bird once, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"I originally estimated that even after being stimulated by Killian and regaining your spiritual form, you would still need to rest in your artificial body for at least three months to barely stabilize your spiritual pressure..."

"But now... your spiritual pressure is not only completely stable, it has even improved."

He lowered the brim of his hat, his tone becoming somewhat profound: "Mr. Asuka, what did that boy do to your soul? I can sense that the density of your soul is a whole order of magnitude higher than before."

The bird recalled the boy who sat on the scorched earth, laughing nonchalantly.

"It's nothing, it just extracted my soul and had it circulate through my body via his 'witchcraft'."

Even though Asuka spoke of this terrifying event so casually, it still caused Yoruichi and Kisuke Urahara to exchange an incredulous glance.

"Witchcraft... a power that's intriguing..." Urahara stroked his chin thoughtfully, then chuckled, "Is this why you realized that Tsuchibara Hill isn't from this world? That boy... he's not from our world?"

The bird nodded, ending the conversation briefly.

"I must say, Mr. Asuka, your luck... it really makes this scientist envious..." Urahara remarked.

"But we've been through thick and thin together, so how about we talk about your past?"

Asuka had foreseen this problem.

He knew that sooner or later, the other person would become interested in his special qualities.

Whether it's the Zanpakuto or his extraordinary physique, he can't help but attract attention.

I was born in the 78th ward of Rukongai.

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Asuka briefly recounted her backstory, which she had prepared countless times, but made no mention of Aizen's experiments or her own hatred.

He had no intention of revealing all his secrets yet; after all, even those who had personally experienced traveling through different worlds would find it unbelievable.

"Is that so? That's really impressive. To get to this point with just a simple asagi you picked up! You remind me of a guy named Kenpachi!" Yoruichi patted Asuka on the shoulder, clearly inspired by his struggles.

But Kisuke Urahara listened to the whole story in silence, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

To him, who was very perceptive, the story was full of holes.

Who exactly is this boy...?

"Manager Urahara, Chef Yoruichi."

After recounting her tragic story, Asuka suddenly spoke, her eyes revealing an unprecedented resolve: "Thank you all for taking care of me during this time. Not only did you save my life, but you also risked offending the Shinigami of Soul Society for someone like me of unknown origin."

He bowed deeply to the two of them, his posture solemn: "But I can no longer stay here. My strength has returned to the point where I can move freely, and I must fulfill my promise."

Upon hearing this, Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi exchanged another glance without making a sound.

"A promise?" Yoruichi crossed her arms, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "You mean, you're still going to find that girl named Shinobu Kocho?"

"Yes."

The bird raised its head, its eyes clear: "I'm the one who dragged her into this world. No matter what, I have to find her."

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Kisuke Urahara tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan, making a clear, tapping sound that was particularly distinct in the empty underground arena.

"Shinobu Kocho..." Urahara's voice was as soft as a breeze: "Asuka-san, are you sure you're ready?"

Asuka frowned: "You mean infiltrating Rukongai? I really don't know how to do that yet. I'm planning to capture a couple of Shinigami to interrogate them."

"That's not all, Mr. Asuka."

Urahara's tone was no longer as lighthearted as he spoke to Asuka, saying, "Mr. Asuka is also from Rukongai, so he naturally knows how big that area is. There are four districts in the east, west, south, and north, and I don't know how many wandering ghosts it houses."

"Every day, thousands of souls travel from the mortal world to there. Without the help of the Seireitei, finding Shinobu Kocho would be like finding a needle in a haystack."

Asuka's face darkened: "That's why we need to set off even earlier."

"No, you've misunderstood." Kisuke Urahara suddenly stepped forward, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire training ground.

"You plan to use the most brutal method—breaking into Rukongai... If your current strength is merely the ability to move freely," then your probability of finding her is infinitesimally close to zero.

Kisuke Urahara's spiritual pressure pressed heavily on Asuka's shoulder, almost causing his knees to buckle and his body to instinctively collapse.

"Based on my understanding of your background, the power you currently rely on, apart from your mortal swordsmanship, is just a half-baked application of spiritual power."

"You did unleash Asauchi's power without really understanding what it means, and you even gained different Shikai abilities, but that doesn't mean you understand what a Shinigami is, much less what a Zanpakuto is."

Urahara's gaze gradually sharpened.

Although the Zanpakuto Benihime at her waist was not drawn, its dangerous aura had already locked onto Asuka.

"Mr. Asuka, right now you're like a child who has a firearm but only knows how to use it to crack walnuts."

"If you just barge in like this, not only will you not find Miss Butterfly, but those dangerous people in Karakura Town will also kill you."

Asuka stared intently at Urahara with a serious expression: "What are you trying to say?"

What I want to say is...

Kisuke Urahara swiftly drew Benihime, the sound of the blade slicing through the air crisp and melodious: "Now that you've regained your power, let me see it for myself."

"Does this Zanpakuto you picked up from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood have the ability to fulfill your promise?"

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