Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 162 Fuyuki City

Three days later, at Urahara's underground training ground.

"Still not working?" A lazy voice, tinged with a hint of probing, rang out.

The bird lying on the ground moved its arm, which was covering its forehead, slightly away, and the familiar green and white striped fisherman's hat came into view.

"No, I haven't received any replies in a while." Asuka sighed and sat up. "I'm not waiting any longer, let's just set off."

According to his plan, he intended to "smuggle" himself into Soul Society through Urahara's Transcendental Gate in the next few days.

And through that recommendation letter from who-knows-where, he was admitted to the Shinigami Academy.

Before setting off, he still did not give up his attempt to find the clown's real name.

No matter how he called out to it, the dead dog just ignored him.

In the spiritual world, Hato even avoided him, afraid that he would come after her and ask about this matter, which left Asuka speechless.

"Isn't this enough?" The black-haired youth lay on the tree root with his eyes closed, still resting. "I think this ability is quite useful."

"That's right... You knew from the beginning?" Asuka asked, puzzled.

"Of course, but I don't think it's a big deal."

Seeing his expression, Asuka frowned: "But this kind of thing, using a pseudonym for Shikai, is definitely not normal. Especially since the shady merchant said—there's Bankai above Shikai, what will we do then?"

The black-haired youth tilted his head back and chuckled dryly a few times: "Then we can just use a pseudonym and Bankai, it's not like it's never happened before..."

So whether it's these three months or these three days of intensive action, it's all part of the strategy.

Asuka didn't make any substantial progress with her Zanpakuto.

Kisuke Urahara squatted above his head, waving a folding fan in his hand: "It's not impossible..."

"However, Mr. Asuka, we still have a problem to solve before we set off."

Asuka's eyes narrowed as she pondered what terrible idea Urahara would come up with this time.

Kisuke Urahara lowered his voice: "As a wandering spirit about to enroll, your fourth-class spiritual power is like a torch in the dark night, and will soon attract the attention of Seireitei."

"Just to be on the safe side, I need to find a way to slightly conceal your spiritual power."

Urahara pulled a map from his pocket and pointed to a place name not too far south of Karakura Town.

Fuyuki City.

"What place is that?"

"A very special place...a place where some interesting guys gather. Although their power system is completely different from that of the Shinigami, it has a similar effect." A glint of light flashed in Urahara's eyes.

"An old friend of mine lives there, a human magician who has mastered Fullbring."

"His Fullbring is very special; it's an ability called 'Colorless'."

Asuka's gaze shifted: "What is Fullbring?"

"Fullbring...you can think of it as some kind of ordinary human being who can use magic, but it's hard to explain in just a few words."

Urahara pointed to the cloak on the sidelines that could conceal spiritual pressure: "To be honest, when I was developing this cloak, the initial underlying logic was based on his Fullbring technique."

"His ability can erase a person's presence at the spiritual pressure level. If he's willing to go all out, even if Captain-Commander Yamamoto were standing right in front of you, he might only see you as a tree."

"That's impressive? Then just give me cover and let me infiltrate Seireitei, won't that solve the problem?"

"...So it's all about him being willing to go all out..." Urahara adjusted his hat. "If he's only willing to put in a little effort, then you'll have to weaken his spiritual power and proceed with the smuggling mission as planned."

These words were spoken sincerely, and the bird understood the reasoning behind them.

People who are friends with this unscrupulous merchant are probably not much better themselves.

"When are we leaving?"

"Now."

On the train to Fuyuki City, Asuka leaned against the window, watching the scenery rushing past outside.

The prosperity of the modern world seems to be a century away from his life.

He watched the office workers engrossed in their books and the high school girls giggling quietly in the train carriage, but his mind was racing with thoughts—

Facing the challenges to come.

Infiltrating Soul Society to find Shinobu Kocho is only the first step; next, one must confront that man.

Aizen Sousuke.

After going through so much, I'm finally going to stand in front of this guy...

Will it win?

The bird wasn't very confident.

He'd heard that even the captains of the Shinigami possessed Bankai powers far surpassing their Shikai, while he himself was still exploring the boundaries of his abilities...

Kisuke Urahara sat opposite him, holding a slightly yellowed map: "Asuka, once you get to Fuyuki, try to restrain your murderous aura."

Seeing that Asuka looked preoccupied, he suddenly spoke up to remind her.

"The spiritual energy fluctuations there have been somewhat abnormal lately; it's best not to attract unnecessary attention."

"Is it going to be like last time at Zhangzhi Hill?"

"It's hard to say. These strange occurrences have become very frequent lately. I really don't know what's going on in this world..." Kisuke Urahara shook his head. "My main concern is that the Soul Society might send people to investigate, so it's best to be careful."

"I see."

Several hours later, the train slowly pulled into Fuyuki Station.

The moment Asuka stepped out of the car, she definitely felt the difference.

If the spiritual environment of Karakura Town is like a clear and flowing stream, then the air of Fuyuki City is like a thick fog that permeates the land.

Within this thick fog, a faint, almost imperceptible chill seemed to emanate...

It's as if countless evil beings are lurking in the mist, waiting to pry into something.

They walked through the narrow old town of Fukayamacho and past the exotic Western-style mansion district.

Finally, they stopped in front of a building that looked somewhat dilapidated, with peeling paint and covered in dead vines.

"This is it."

Urahara stepped forward and rhythmically tapped the door panel three times long and two times short with the handle of his fan.

After a long while, a stale smell wafted from under the door.

"Urahara...you cunning Grim Reaper, are you still alive in your lab?" A hoarse, low voice, as if the throat were filled with grit, rang out.

The gate slowly opened, revealing a figure shrouded in a wide black robe.

The person's face was obscured; only a pair of eyes, gleaming with a dim yellow light, were visible beneath the shadow of the hood.

"Oh my, it's been years! You've really gotten more and more like a recluse." Urahara greeted him with a grin. "But I'm no longer a Grim Reaper. I was kicked out a long time ago."

The man in black robes didn't reply, his gaze fixed on Asuka behind Urahara.

In that instant, the bird felt a chilling aura crawling across its body like a snake.

I am very unhappy.

"Let me introduce you. This is my 'sponsor,' and also a shop assistant at our store, Asuka-kun."

"A powerful soul... no, an abnormal soul..." The black-robed man's voice was clearly tinged with displeasure. "Urahara, did you bring him here so that those black-skinned hounds would find my home?"

Although it is said that the Genjutsu and the Shinigami do not have a direct conflict, unlike the Quincy who are irreconcilably at odds with the Soul Society.

But the man in black robes knew very well that it was only because he hadn't encountered the mad dog kept by the Tsunayo family.

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