Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 181 The Magical Girl of Homurahara

Inside the classroom of Class 1-C at Suigunhara Academy.

Sunlight dappled across the desks, and chalk tapped out a hypnotic rhythm on the blackboard.

For Kotobuki, this should have been just an ordinary lesson.

But for her now, every second is torture.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were made of lead, and it took all her strength just to stay awake.

His left hand was always hidden under the desk, with his sleeve covering the somewhat unprofessional bandage.

With each heartbeat, she could feel the burning sensation from the wound on the back of her hand.

That's a Command Seal, a mark left by last night's nightmare.

My thoughts involuntarily drifted back to last night.

Guided by a mysterious ghost named Asuka, she stumbled out of the sewers and returned to her community in a daze.

In order not to disturb her mother who was on her way to work the night shift, she endured the excruciating pain and climbed up the drainpipe to the second-floor windowsill like a thief.

The moment she climbed into the room, she almost collapsed onto the floor.

She didn't even dare to turn on the lights, and could only use the moonlight from the window to hastily treat her wounds with the first-aid kit she always kept at home.

She frantically stuffed the blood-stained towel deep under the bed, intending to dispose of it the next day...

...Kamado-kun? Kamado Sumire-kun?

On the podium, biology teacher Yamada adjusted his glasses, tapped the blackboard lightly with his pointer, and raised his voice a few decibels.

"Ah! Yes!"

Kamado Sumire suddenly stood up, her movement so forceful that she knocked over the pencil case on her desk.

The loud splashing sound drew the attention of all her classmates, instantly bringing a blush to her pale cheeks.

"You've been spacing out, are you feeling unwell?" Ms. Yamada frowned, but seeing the dark circles under the girl's eyes and her weak expression, her tone softened slightly: "Well, if you're not feeling well, go to the infirmary. But before that, try answering this question."

The teacher pointed to the blackboard writing about "heredity and lifespan".

"We're discussing the relationship between the limits of human lifespan and genes. As a general knowledge question, does Zaomen know who is currently the oldest person in China, as certified by the Guinness World Records?"

The oldest living person...

""

The mind of the violet was still somewhat confused.

She tried to search her mental knowledge base, but in her extreme exhaustion, her thoughts were like a jumbled mess.

Just as she was stammering and unable to answer, a lazy voice quietly reminded her from beside her.

"Ubuyashiki....

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That was her best friend, Akiyama.

His reminder jolted Sumire Kamado awake, and she blurted out, "Yes... Mr. Teruya Ubuyashiki!"

"Correct." Teacher Yamada nodded in satisfaction and gestured for her to sit down: "Ubuyashiki Teruya, as the oldest living man in the country, is an extremely rare case even on a global scale."

"This also indirectly proves that even if there is a family history of short-lived genetic diseases, vitality can still create miracles..."

""

Kamado Sumire let out a long sigh and slumped back into her chair.

At this very moment, in the corner of the classroom by the window, a presence that no one but Komatsu could perceive was floating in the air.

A bird that has become a spirit.

This state is strange; the body seems to have turned into a massless mist, yet it retains sight and hearing.

This is a necessary measure to conserve the pitifully small amount of magic power of the hearth violet.

Asuka stared at the name on the blackboard, murmuring, "Kariya?"

Of course he remembered the name.

The last time I saw Kiriya, he was still a little kid crying his eyes out, but he had to pretend to be calm and bow to the Pillars one by one to say goodbye.

"I really didn't expect that..."

A rare, gentle smile appeared on Fei Niao's lips, and her barely visible eyes softened.

"That brat, he actually broke the curse and is still alive?"

"That's true... Muzan is dead, so the curse naturally dissipates."

This feeling is wonderful.

Asuka looked out the window at the modern city and at the students in uniforms, who were carefree, listening attentively in class or passing notes, gossiping and playing games.

This is the future.

This is the future free of evil spirits that everyone paid for with their lives.

Although this world still has scum like Ryunosuke Uryu and still has the inexplicable and brutal fighting called the Holy Grail War, it is at least much better than it was back then.

probably.

"Well done."

Asuka chuckled softly; the annoyance she had felt from being forced into this inexplicable war dissipated considerably at that moment.

"Mr. Asuka?"

The violet kamado called out cautiously in her heart.

"I'm here." Asuka snapped out of her thoughts, her voice returning to its usual calm: "What is it?"

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"...I guess so, it reminded me of some happy things."

Asuka didn't explain further: "Instead of that, little guy, watch your breathing."

"?"

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At that moment, Asuka felt as if she had become a strict instructor like Arashizaki-sensei, and gently floated to Kamado Sumire's side: "Complete Collection - Regular Training, has this kind of training been discontinued in the Kamado family? No wonder you recovered so slowly just from being drugged."

"Huh? What Changzhong... Dad... he only taught me how to breathe before..."

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"Don't make excuses," Asuka interrupted her. "From today onwards, no matter the situation, you cannot relax your practice of fully focused breathing! I will be watching you."

"You have to concentrate on your breathing even when you're sleeping?!"

"Of course."

Sumire Kamado stuck out her tongue. Although she couldn't see Asuka's expression, she could imagine that the cold-faced man was currently standing with his arms crossed, staring at her with a serious expression.

"Okay, I understand..."

She took a deep breath, adjusting the rise and fall of her chest to allow oxygen to circulate more efficiently in her blood, carrying away her fatigue.

Although I don't know what this so-called Holy Grail War is, or what I will face next.

But since the wooden carving passed down from her great-grandfather has become this powerful ghost guardian, she must work hard.

The school bell finally rang.

For the violet stokera, this day felt longer than a year.

She declined her friends' invitation to go to karaoke, citing feeling unwell, and hurriedly packed her schoolbag to go home.

Right now, all she wants is to get back to that small but safe home and get a good night's sleep.

Then I'll discuss that Servant and Master thing with Mr. Asuka.

"Hey, kid."

As soon as I stepped out of the teaching building, the birdsong suddenly became more alert.

"What's wrong! What's wrong! Is there an enemy?!" Sumire Kamado tensed up instantly, and the Command Seals on the back of her hand felt faintly hot.

"No, not an enemy... but a very strong emotional fluctuation is approaching." Asuka paused, "and it's right at the school gate."

Kamado Sumire raised her head in confusion, looking towards the school gate.

The next second, she froze.

A middle-aged woman stood at the grand entrance of Suigunhara Academy.

"Little Violet—!!"

The woman was wearing a gray-blue work uniform, the uniform of a logistics and transportation company in Fuyuki City, with the cuffs and collar worn and faded.

Although she is over forty, one can still vaguely see the beautiful features she had in her youth.

Especially those big eyes, they're practically identical to those of the violet cress.

However, what's a little unusual is that her right eye seems to have something different about it.

There was a thin, silvery-pink ring around the edge of her pupils, making her eyes look as if they were covered with a layer of mist.

That was her mother, Haruto Kamado.