Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 177 Are You My Master?

Ryunosuke Uryu sat cross-legged on the blood-stained ground, holding a tattered magic book in his hands, frantically flipping through its pages.

"No...nothing's still wrong...why can't Mr. Devil hear me?"

He scratched his head until his gaze settled on a red, distorted pattern in the corner of the page.

The book's annotations, written in obscure ancient language, describe the marks of contracts and domination.

Ryunosuke suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey! I get it now!"

"How can you tame a wild beast without a rein? Without a restraint, Mr. Demon will definitely run away!"

He excitedly picked up the knife, his gaze greedily turning to the violet by the stove in the corner.

"Hey, little girl, I've got a brilliant idea."

"How about this? I'll carve a mark on you that can tame Mr. Demon. If it succeeds, you'll have a demon subordinate. Isn't that great?"

Ryunosuke approached step by step, his smile growing increasingly fervent.

Kamado Sumire remained silent, but did not sit idly by and wait for her fate.

Although the lingering effects of the drug still made her limbs feel heavy, she was still trying to break free of her restraints.

Concentrate on breathing...

She silently chanted in her heart, seizing every second to catch her breath.

As oxygen penetrates the bloodstream, the previously stiff muscles are gradually regaining sensation.

"Don't touch it, or it won't be sacred if it's carved crookedly."

Ryunosuke lunged forward, pressing his knee firmly against Sumire Kamado's abdomen, and gripping her wrist with his left hand like an iron clamp, forcibly pinning her to the floor.

"Ugh!" Sumire Kamado groaned, but gritted her teeth to keep herself from making a sound.

The cold tip of the knife pierced the skin on the back of her hand.

Ryunosuke didn't scribble randomly like before. Instead, he focused intently and almost devoutly imitated the patterns in the book, cutting on the back of Sumire Kamado's hand.

Blood gushed out, but he ignored it, even dipping his fingers in the blood and trying to smear it deep into the wound.

The pain was excruciating.

But this intense pain became the final spark that ignited the fire that allowed the violet to break free from the shackles of medicine.

It's now!

The moment Ryunosuke was completely absorbed in his artistic creation, the tip of his knife had just finished making the last stroke.

The pupils of the worm suddenly contracted.

Her pent-up power erupted instantly.

His legs, which had been pressed to the ground, suddenly curled up, and then the wolf kicked Ryunosuke hard in the stomach!

"Cough!"

Ryunosuke had no idea that the drugged girl would have the strength to fight back. He was kicked backward and flew out, crashing heavily into the iron frame behind him.

With a crash, bottles and jars on the shelf shattered and fell to the ground.

"Huff... Huff..."

The stove violet scrambled to her feet.

Her hand was covered in blood, and the knife wound was burning with pain.

But she didn't care about any of that and immediately stumbled towards the exit.

"You...you idiot who doesn't understand art!!"

Ryunosuke's hysterical roar came from behind.

Like an enraged beast, he leaped to his feet and grabbed a rusty iron rod, swinging it around.

The sound of sticks whistling through the air.

Kamado Sumire instinctively tried to dodge, but the kick she had just received had exhausted most of her strength, and her movements were ultimately a beat too slow.

boom!

The iron rod slammed down hard on her shoulder.

"what!"

Kamado Sumire let out a cry of pain and lost her balance, falling to the side.

The direction she fell was precisely that summoning circle, which had long been saturated with blood and reeked of a foul stench.

Pfft!

She fell heavily beside the pile of corpses in the center of the magic circle.

The wooden butterfly in his pocket slipped out at that moment and fell right into a pool of blood that had not yet congealed.

"Unforgivable... Unforgivable..."

'

Ryunosuke, dragging his iron rod, approached step by step, the fanaticism in his eyes now completely transformed into murderous intent: "Since you refuse my kindness, then become rotten flesh!!"

He raised the iron bar high and smashed it down hard on the head of the stove-door violet!

Sumire Kamado raised her bleeding hands and quickly grabbed Ryunosuke's iron rod.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Ryunosuke straddled Sumire Kamado, his eyes bloodshot, spitting as he spoke.

"You damn scum!"

The two wrestled, knocking over a nearby table. The ancient book containing the summoning ritual fell to the ground, stained with filthy blood.

"I wasn't mistaken, your life force is quite strong! Then I'll forcibly sacrifice you!"

Ryunosuke brought his stick down again, striking Sumire Kamado's forearm with a sharp crack.

"Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off, repeat this four times each time—oh no, five times?"

He used an iron pipe to support the exhausted shoulders of the stove door maker, muttering, "That... when it's filled... it has to be broken, right?"

However, he was clearly not very familiar with the incantation to summon the demon, and it was full of mistakes. He had to think for a long time for each sentence.

Meanwhile, the wooden butterfly and the ancient book, unnoticed by the two, were flashing strange arcs of light as he chanted.

"Shut... your mouth!" Sumire Kamado grabbed a hairpin from a dead girl beside her and stabbed it with all her might into Ryunosuke's hand—

laugh.

"Ouch!!"

Although the hairpin wasn't sharp, it still managed to pierce the other person's flesh under Kamado Sumire's brute force, causing him to unconsciously loosen his grip on the girl's iron rod.

The girl tried to escape again, pressing her hand onto the wooden butterfly lying in a pool of blood.

At that very moment.

Buzz—

It was as if some ancient switch had been flipped.

The wooden butterfly suddenly disintegrated on the spot, transforming into a pure and chilling power that followed the lines of blood and rushed directly into the wound that had just been carved on the back of Kamado Sumire's hand!

It seemed as if an invisible circuit within her body had been activated, and a strange yet powerful aura surged beneath her skin.

Although Ryunosuke's carving was a clumsy failure, tonight, with the spiritual veins of Fuyuki City active, and thanks to Kamado Sumire's special constitution and the effect of this special butterfly relic, it was a perfect work.

The fake object was transformed into reality.

boom-!!!

The once lifeless basement suddenly erupted with a black and red shockwave.

The shockwave was so strong that it sent Ryunosuke flying, stick and all, flying, slamming him against the wall.

"Wh...what?!" Ryunosuke slid to the ground in horror, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

The space at the center of the magic circle was violently torn apart by an unseen force.

It was an extremely ominous black crack, capable of swallowing even light.

Dark red arcs of electricity crackled and hissed around the crack, as if some terrifying entity was forcibly squeezing into this world.

A heavy, almost suffocating sense of oppression instantly filled the entire basement.

Komamon huddled in the center of the magic circle, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar aura gathering above her head.

The aura was as cold as the winter wind.

Yet it also carried a sense of peace that she had experienced countless times with wood carvings.

Click—

The black crack shattered completely.

A figure crashed heavily into the center of the magic circle.

Smoke filled the air.

There were no fancy entrance lines, and the figure even stumbled after landing.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, seemingly enduring immense pain or dizziness.

"here it is...

A hoarse voice rang out, filled with confusion and exhaustion.

He slowly raised his head.

Her black, tousled hair was messy, and her pupils were somewhat unfocused, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the spacetime turbulence.

The Death Knight's outfit was tattered and covered in black mud and filth; it was hard to tell where he had crawled out from.

Those are birds.

It is a Servant who was forcibly pulled out of the spacetime turbulence at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong way.