Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 186 A Pleasant Proposal

After the meeting.

Kirei Kotomine walked out of the mansion alone and came to the courtyard that had just been bombed.

The air still carried the scents of scorched earth and magic.

Although the ground had been repaired by magic, that powerful aura still lingered.

"Kiri".

A voice suddenly rang out behind him.

Kirei Kotomine turned around.

Under the moonlight, the golden king who was just on the second-floor terrace is now leaning against the fountain in the courtyard.

Gilgamesh casually draped a white shirt over his upper body, the buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest, and wore a pair of leopard-print casual pants that were somewhat flamboyant for the era.

He held a golden wine glass in his hand, listlessly swirling the amber liquid inside.

"King of Heroes".

Kirei bowed slightly, performing a standard courtier's greeting: "Aren't you resting yet? If you're dissatisfied with the performance just now, I can apologize to you on behalf of my teacher."

"Hmph, that boring man, Tokiomi."

Gilgamesh gave a soft hum and tilted his head back to drink the wine in one gulp.

"To treat me as a pawn in his plan is truly nauseating and makes one want to yawn."

He casually tossed the wine glass into the fountain, making a crisp sound.

"The reason I cooperated with this farce was simply because that insect did indeed dirty my eyes. This does not mean that I approve of such a petty trick."

Gilgamesh took a step forward and slowly walked up to Kirei.

Those red eyes were fixed on the expressionless priest.

"Compared to Tokiomi, it's you, Kirei."

"You seem uninterested in all of this?"

Kirei lowered his eyes: "You've misunderstood me. I'm doing my utmost to fulfill my duties as a son and disciple, and to fully assist my father and teacher in obtaining the Holy Grail..."

"lie."

Gilgamesh scoffed.

"There is nothing in your eyes at all, neither the desire for the Holy Grail nor the obsession with victory... You are just an empty shell, Kirei."

"I never expected someone like you to be chosen to join the Holy Grail War. How interesting."

This incisive comment made Kirei's eyebrows twitch slightly.

But Gilgamesh did not continue on this topic, and instead changed the subject.

"Hey, Kirei, instead of engaging in such pointless schemes with Tokiomi, I have a much more interesting task for you."

Gilgamesh turned around and looked in a certain direction from Fuyuki City.

That's the direction from which the Avenger descended last night.

"As you know, a nauseating stench has appeared on this land."

Gilgamesh's voice became somewhat low, carrying a clear hint of disgust.

"That so-called Avenger..."

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"Although the magical reaction was pitifully weak, as unpleasant as a stray dog ​​on the street, deep within that power..."

"I smell a familiar stench."

"That's the smell of the underworld, the smell of death... but it's different from the underworld I know."

""

His gaze deepened, and a pleased smile curved his lips: "Kiri, lend me your clones."

"Go and find that fellow for me."

"If we could kill that twisted guy... maybe it would add some decent entertainment to this boring banquet."

Kirei remained silent for a moment.

This violated Tokiomi's orders.

Tokiomi Tohsaka's orders were merely to have him monitor the other Masters closely, especially the movements of the Einzbern and Matou families.

but...

Looking into Gilgamesh's eyes, which were full of interest.

Kirei Kotomine felt as if something had stirred slightly in the depths of his heart, in that desolate wasteland.

That's curiosity.

It stems from curiosity about this interesting oddball whom the oldest king described, and also from anticipation of some kind of variable that might exist in my empty life.

"I see."

Kirei slowly raised his head, his voice still calm: "Since it is the king's order, I will have Hassan and the others investigate."

"very good."

Gilgamesh smiled with satisfaction.

He reached out and patted Kiri on the shoulder: "Don't disappoint me, Kiri."

"In this boring world, there are very few things that can bring me joy."

After he finished speaking, golden particles danced around him, and his figure vanished into the night like a gust of wind.

Only Kirei Kotomine remained standing alone in the courtyard.

"The Avengers..."

""

He muttered the rank name to himself.

Even that proud hero king cares so much...

So, that avenger, and his master.

What kind of person could he be?

Kirei turned around, his black robes fluttering in the night wind.

Hassan al-Sabah.

He gave the instruction in his mind.

Shadows writhed, and dozens of subtle presences awakened in every corner of Fuyuki City.

"Go to Xindu and find the aura of that avenger."

"Then... observe him."

"Achoo!"

Asuka, who was observing the girl's breathing in Kamado Sumire's room, suddenly sneezed without warning.

Do spirits sneeze?

Feiniao rubbed his nose, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Asuka?"

Sumire Kamado, who was hunched over her desk, trying to finish her homework while maintaining perfect concentration, turned around and asked with a pained expression, "You caught a cold too?"

"No..." Asuka shook her head.

He turned his head and looked out at the dark night sky through the gap in the curtains.

That feeling of being watched by something...

"Kid, don't do your homework yet."

"Really? That's great!"

"Practice an extra set of sword swings."

"...Devil!!"

As the girl's cries of agony deepened, the night in Fuyuki City grew ever more profound.

In the deep darkness of the night, Matou Kariya stood at the edge of the dock, his body trembling violently.

The shivering was not due to the cold.

Beneath his skin, countless pale worms were frantically crawling and gnawing.

The feeling was like thousands of hot steel needles piercing through my veins, with each breath accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain.

His left eye had long since lost its sight, and the cloudy pupil was covered with a layer of deathly gray. His once jet-black hair had also turned withered and pale in just a few days.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Yan Ye suddenly bent over and coughed up large mouthfuls of dark red blood.

The blood fell onto the cold cement floor, where several tiny marking worms were still wriggling.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

He raised his head and looked ahead with his only remaining right eye.

At the end of the dock, in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach, stood an unusual presence.

That was his follower, a Berserker-class Heroic Spirit.

Despite being called a berserker, he was unusually silent at this moment, not letting out meaningless roars like the legendary berserker heroes.

He simply stood quietly in the sea breeze, letting his clothes flutter in the wind.

That tranquility was more chilling than the rage.

He held a long samurai sword in his hand, the tip of which emitted wisps of black energy.

The black mist spread through the air, and wherever it passed, even the hard concrete floor made a slight etching sound.

"The Grim Reaper...?"

Yan Ye straightened up, supporting her trembling legs, her voice hoarse.

"Hey...it really does look like it...it's like it was made to reap lives."

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