Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 175 The Kidnapped Girl

1994, Fuyuki City.

This seaside city always seems to be shrouded in a persistent gloom, which makes the sea breeze in early spring carry a chilling dampness that sends shivers down your spine.

The bustling streets of Xindu are ablaze with neon signs. For ordinary high school students, the time after school belongs to freedom and revelry.

"Sumire-chan! Over here! Over here! Hurry up!"

At the entrance of a large arcade with the SEGA logo, several girls dressed in sailor uniforms were waving excitedly.

"Here you are, don't rush me."

The girl called Violet smiled helplessly and quickly followed.

Her name is Sumire Kamado, and she is an ordinary first-year high school student at Homurahara Academy in Fuyuki City.

The girl had smooth black hair with a natural dark red hue at the ends, and her clear, bright eyes also shone with a warm, ruby-like luster.

She has a faint red birthmark on the left side of her forehead, which she usually covers with her bangs.

Despite her delicate and cute appearance, Sumire Kamado is a well-known physical monster at school.

Whether it's long-distance running, high jump, or kendo, she can easily win first place, and even many boys in sports clubs are no match for her.

"Hey, Violet, how about we try out that latest fighting game today?"

"I heard that Tanaka from the next class lost several thousand yen on that machine yesterday!"

The companions chattered excitedly, then pulled Kokoro into the noisy arcade.

Electronic sound effects, the clinking of coins, and the cheers of young people mingled together, creating a unique cacophony characteristic of high school life.

Kamado Sumire sat skillfully in front of an arcade machine, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair but taut forearm.

As a coin is inserted, the words "K.0." flash continuously on the screen.

One challenger after another was defeated by her, and before they knew it, more and more people were watching.

"Wow, that's amazing! Sumire-chan is absolutely invincible!"

"The reaction speed is too fast! I can't even see the operation!"

Amidst the exclamations of admiration, Sumire Kamado simply smiled modestly and picked up her schoolbag, which was placed to the side: "I was just lucky. Um... I should probably head back now; there are people waiting for dinner at home."

"Are you leaving so early?"

"Mom will worry if we get back late." Jin scratched her cheek, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

After saying goodbye to her reluctant classmates, Sumire Kamado walked out of the arcade alone.

It was completely dark outside.

The nights in Fuyuki City seem to come earlier and deeper than in other cities.

As Sumire Kamado walked home, her hand unconsciously reached into the side pocket of her schoolbag and touched a hard, wooden object.

It was a wood carving, depicting a butterfly perched on a leaf.

Although the knife work looks somewhat rough and can hardly be considered a fine work of art, the surface of the wooden butterfly has been covered with a warm, lustrous patina due to the wear and tear of time.

But this is a family heirloom of the Zao family.

My grandfather said that this was obtained by his father from a benefactor named Fei Niao, who carved it by hand.

It is said that the benefactor was a one-armed swordsman who carved this little thing to comfort his blind wife.

For some reason, Sumire Kamado has been fascinated by this wood carving since she was a child.

Whenever she held the wooden butterfly, she felt a warm current flowing through her body.

The feeling is amazing... Your five senses become exceptionally sharp, and you can even perceive the movements in the air that are invisible to ordinary people.

Grandpa said it was because the Kamado family's traditional martial arts inherently contained a power called breathing.

The wooden carving retains the powerful energy of that benefactor. Wearing it for many years will make the descendants of the Kamado family more sensitive to breathing, so it has been passed down from generation to generation.

"call..

""

Kamado Sumire took a deep breath.

The air was slightly cool, but once it entered my lungs, it transformed into intense heat that flowed through my bloodstream and made me feel lighter.

"I need to hurry back, or I'll miss the Slam Dunk rerun..." she murmured.

At an intersection, she stopped in her tracks.

A sense of unease suddenly came from behind her, causing her to turn around abruptly and look warily at the dark alleyway behind her.

There was no one there, except for a few stray cats rummaging for food near the trash cans.

"Is it just my imagination...?"

She frowned; the feeling of being watched, like a thorn in her side, hadn't disappeared, but instead grew stronger.

Hurry home.

Zaomen Jin quickened her pace.

But when she turned her head again, a pair of rough, large hands suddenly reached out from a corner she hadn't noticed.

"Who?!"

Sumire Kamado reacted extremely quickly; almost the instant her opponent made a move, her body instinctively made a dodge.

If it were an ordinary thug, they definitely wouldn't have been able to catch her this time.

But the moment she turned to the side, a mist with a chemical smell was sprayed directly onto her face.

That was a high concentration of ether, mixed with some kind of drug targeting the nervous system.

"Hmm..."

'

Kamado Sumire felt her brain instantly become as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and her breathing rhythm, which she had just picked up, was instantly disrupted.

My limbs felt weak and my vision was blurry.

In the last second before her consciousness faded into darkness, she saw the face of a young man with a cheerful smile but empty eyes.

"What great luck! I've found some fantastic material."

The man said this as if he had just picked up a pretty soda can on the roadside.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of cold water droplets awakened my dormant consciousness.

With difficulty, Kamado Sumire opened her eyes, a severe headache causing her to let out a muffled groan.

What came into view was not the familiar ceiling, but a dark, damp, and musty-smelling unfinished wall.

This should be a basement, or some kind of abandoned sewer system.

A nauseating smell permeated the air.

That smelled of rust, and also... the smell of blood!

Kamado Sumire suddenly woke up and tried to sit up, only to find that her hands and feet were tightly bound with rough hemp rope, and she was tied to a rusty iron chair.

She looked around, her pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

The room was large, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of plastic sheeting.

On the plastic sheet, several figures lay quietly.

There were both men and women, and they all looked quite young, wearing uniforms from various schools.

The boy closest to her was deathly pale, with bulging eyes and a horrifying cut on his neck.

The blood had congealed into a dark brown color, indicating that the person had been dead for some time.

And the same is true for most other parts of the body.

In the corner, two girls were huddled together, trembling, with strips of cloth stuffed in their mouths, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

"Where...where is this...?"

Kamado Sumire forced herself to calm down.

Don't panic.

She silently recited her grandfather's teachings in her heart.

No matter the dire situation, keep your breathing steady.

"Full focus...

""

Although her lungs still felt a burning pain due to drug residue.

But as he adjusted his breathing rhythm, the pounding fear was forcibly suppressed.

Her senses began to extend outward.

In the center of the room was a huge, eerie magic circle drawn with blood.

The lines of the magic circle were twisted and frenzied, exuding an ominous aura that blasphemed life.

Beside the magic circle stood a young man wearing a purple shirt.

He had messy, short brown hair and the harmless smile that you see everywhere on a cheerful college student's face.

"You're awake? That was fast! Your constitution is really amazing."

A man's light and cheerful voice came from inside.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Ryunosuke Uryu. It's nice to meet you."

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