Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 152 The Unknown True Name

boom-!!!

With a deafening roar, dark red flames exploded in the center of the arena!

Asuka's Zanpakuto transformed into an eternal night that devoured the heavens.

The crimson and black spiritual pressure stirred up a vortex of wind, moving so fast that it left several scorched black streaks in the air!

At that moment, Kisuke Urahara's palms were also sweating.

The Crimson Shield is shattering into pieces under the bird's slash!

Urahara's wooden clogs suddenly shifted, and he retreated rapidly backward.

His fingers flew across the air, and his chanting was low and rapid, carrying a kind of ancient rhythm.

"—The chosen ones of heaven, the iron-walled city, march south, and this place will be theirs!"

"Binding Spell Number Eighty-One: Severing the Void!"

Om-!

A massive wall of light, as transparent as crystal yet radiating a substantial sense of oppression, suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The next second, the bird's roaring slash slammed into the barrier that had broken through the air!

A piercing, metallic screech, like metal scraping against glass, rang out, causing Yoruichi, whose hearing was acute, to instinctively cover her ears.

Dark red spiritual energy surged wildly across the wall of light, trying to find any tiny gap to slip through.

Even Duan Kong's sturdy defense, constructed from high-level ghostly techniques, trembled slightly under the force of that violent impact.

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.

As the aftershocks finally subsided, the bird's arms were trembling violently.

"Is it... still blocked?"

He showed absolutely no mercy in this attack.

"Mr. Asuka, if you're frustrated because you couldn't hit me, I suggest you take a look around first."

Behind the wall of light, Kisuke Urahara's green and white fisherman's hat had disappeared, revealing his slightly messy light blonde hair.

Besides the area in front of Kisuke Urahara where he released the Dianku technique, deep trenches large enough to bury a great demon priest had appeared on both sides of him, radiating an unsettling pressure.

Even the void itself showed tiny cracks.

"If you had swung that sword in the Soul Society... I'm afraid those self-proclaimed geniuses wouldn't even have had the chance to realize they were dying."

Urahara slowly lowered his hand that was maintaining the Kido, his fingertips even slightly numb from the intense clash just now.

This kid... is really strong.

Asuka breathed a sigh of relief. The spots on her face began to fade slowly, and the scabbard in her hand was no longer burning hot, turning back into its sharp longsword form.

He drew an arc in the air and sheathed his Zanpakuto.

But the scabbard shattered as a result, seemingly unable to withstand the sharpness of the blade.

Asuka could only find a way to attach the bastard to the belt of her Shinigami uniform, while looking at Kisuke Urahara with some disappointment.

"But at this level, it's still not enough to threaten you."

"Becoming stronger is something you can't rush." ​​Kisuke Urahara stepped forward, bent down to pick up the hat that had fallen some distance away, dusted it off, and put it back on.

He circled the bird once, his eyes revealing a scientist's inquisitive spirit.

"Mr. Asuka, for that attack just now, you summoned the 'Tanuki' (a powerful creature), right?"

Asuka frowned: "Yes."

Urahara gently tapped the blade of the takoyaki with his folding fan, producing a crisp metallic clanging sound, and the fan was slashed by the blade's energy.

"The name is indeed quite aggressive. But Mr. Asuka, have you noticed that when you call it, the response is actually very...awkward?"

"What?"

"The name of a Zanpakuto is a reflection of its soul." Urahara lowered the brim of his hat, his tone becoming serious. "I just observed that when you swung the sword, there was a subtle disconnect between your spiritual pressure and the sword."

"Impossible," the bird categorically denied. "It responded to me; I could feel its anger and longing."

Yoruichi, who had been watching the battle with her arms crossed, also came over: "Perhaps its response isn't to the name, but to your obsession."

"Hato" might just be a pseudonym it conjured up from your subconscious to cope with the current battle. This isn't an isolated case, so don't rush to refute it.

Feiniao looked down at the long sword at his waist.

It seems that this is indeed the case...

In that mirror world, that strange shadow appeared more than once...

Wait, I can't remember what that shadow said.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

If Yoruichi and Urahara hadn't brought it up today, he would have completely forgotten about stealing the real name.

"Hadou...not a real name?" Asuka murmured.

Urahara sighed and spread his hands helplessly: "Such a situation is extremely rare in the history of Soul Society, but it is not unheard of."

"This phenomenon of 'Kana Shikai' usually only occurs in a very small number of Shinigami who possess dual personalities, have a grudge against the spirit of their Zanpakuto, or whose souls are severely damaged."

He leaned closer to the bird, his tone becoming soft and gentle: "If you stay at this stage, you'll never touch its true power."

"Although you are strong, stronger than I expected, that's not enough... At the very least, you should try to find its real name."

With a complex expression, Asuka gripped the hilt of the sword: "I understand, I will find it."

Seeing that Asuka accepted the matter so quickly, Urahara breathed a sigh of relief.

He is most afraid of encountering people who don't understand what others are saying and are single-mindedly determined to do one thing.

"Alright, now that you're free from the limitations of a prosthetic body, you don't need to do the deliveryman's job anymore!"

"For the next month, I will give you real training on Shinigami combat techniques and soul perception."

"Be prepared, kid, this is a private coaching session that you can't even ask for!" Kisuke Urahara said with a smile.

Yoruichi Shihouin also wrapped her arms around Asuka's neck and poked his firm chest with her finger: "And you can't fall behind on the training! Now that you're a spirit, I'm going to increase the intensity of your training!"

"…Bring it on." Asuka said with a serious expression.

Urahara turned around, waving his hand with his back to Asuka: "Alright, let's rest for today... Oh right, I'll put the cost of damaging the venue on your bill, it'll probably be around 30 million yen?"

"...Thirty million?" Asuka was stunned, and the solemn atmosphere instantly collapsed.

"Oh dear, the foundation is very difficult to build."

Urahara laughed irresponsibly, the sound of his wooden clogs fading into the distance.

On the other side, in another dimension far removed from the hustle and bustle of the present world—the Soul Society.

In a secluded mansion on the south side of Rukongai, things were unusually lively at this moment.

The wooden house was clearly recently renovated.

It is not luxurious, but exudes a tranquil and peaceful elegance.

"Mr. Beiming Island, please have another serving of soba noodles."

A woman's voice, tinged with laughter, rang out.

Beside the wooden table laden with simple dishes, Shinobu Kocho, dressed in a neat Shinigami uniform, was busy preparing the meal.

Sitting opposite her was a man as tall as a mountain.

That was her old friend, Beimingyu Xingming.

He was wearing a loose gray robe, and his eyes, which had once been blinded by illness, were now as clear as a mountain spring.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha... To be able to taste the food prepared by Miss Butterfly herself even after death is truly an immense blessing."

Xingming clasped his hands together, his voice deep and powerful, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

"Oh my god, I am the Grim Reaper. How can you speak of other gods in front of me?" Shinobu Kocho chuckled.

At the head of the table sat a gentle and refined man.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the leader who once devoted himself to fighting against the progenitor of demons, is now smiling as he looks at everyone.

Kagaya's face, which was originally covered by purple curse marks and almost disfigured, was now as clean as a piece of beautiful jade.

His wife, Tianyin, was sitting beside him, gently adding tea to his cup.

Two children who had died with him were chasing butterflies made of spirit particles in the yard, their laughter filling the small courtyard.

Because they had such deep contact with birds during their lives, their souls were unintentionally branded with something.

So much so that after that final battle, their souls did not reincarnate like ordinary people, but miraculously crossed the gap in the void and landed in this world called Soul Society.

Here, there is no threat of ghosts, no cruel curses.

They became members of Rukongai and lived a long and peaceful life.