Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 206: Luck E-rank characters are mutually attracted.

The moment her consciousness returned to reality, Feibiao heard the suppressed cheers of the mother and daughter in the living room.

"I did it! Look, Violet! I did it again!"

Kamado Haruto was excitedly covering her right eye when a solid wood dining chair was suspended in mid-air in front of her.

"Mom is amazing! I can feel it too. My breathing is so much easier, and it feels like there's a warm current flowing through my body!" Sumire Kamado clenched her fists, her eyes shining.

This feeling of becoming stronger made them feel refreshed and even led them to fantasize about whether they could win the Holy Grail War if things continued this way.

Asuka sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, recalling what the black-haired youth had said in the spiritual world.

This is a miracle caused by "my own wish".

"Alright, that concludes the special training. Let's get ready for activities." Asuka slowly stood up and stretched her somewhat stiff neck.

"Wait, an activity? Are we going for a run?" Violet waved her arms, full of fighting spirit.

"It's much more intense than that."

The bird's voice was calm, but its eyes flashed with a chilling light.

My gaze pierced through the walls and curtains, locking onto the night outside.

"What's wrong, Mr. Asuka?" Sumire asked somewhat uneasily, noticing the sudden change in Asuka's aura.

"The guests have arrived."

"It's a bird," the bird said in a low voice.

His hand was already on the Zanpakuto at his waist.

After saying those words, the bird vanished from its spot in an instant.

The next second, on the street outside the house.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow light, projecting the shadows of birds onto the asphalt road.

He stood quietly in the middle of the road, his sword still sheathed, but his body was already in a defensive stance.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of footsteps came from the shadows at the end of the street.

As the footsteps drew closer, a handsome man carrying two guns emerged.

His dark green, tight-fitting battle suit accentuated his slender figure, and the beauty mark under his right eye looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

"Since you've already realized it, why not run away?"

In his hand, the red and yellow magic spear was emitting a chilling light.

Asuka used her thumb to pry open the guard, revealing half of the gleaming blade: "Since you've come looking for me, I have no reason to run away."

"Really? You were thinking about the same thing as me."

Diarmuid stopped twenty meters away from the bird, his voice low and his eyes complex.

Following the lingering malevolent aura at the scene, he tracked it all the way to this residential area and located the magical fluctuations emanating from the bird.

But the man in front of her was not the same person as the murderer who attacked Sora.

Both are Servants filled with malice, but that Avenger carries a slippery, damp, and nauseating malice, like a rat in a sewer wearing a human skin.

And the man in front of me...

Although his aura was violent and fierce, and the long sword in his hand carried an ominous murderous aura, he did not look like a kind person at all.

But that aura was pure and straightforward, like a well-forged and honed sword, rather than a dagger used to stab someone in the back.

"Avenger, although my intuition tells me that you were not the one who attacked my lord's fiancée."

Diarmuid slowly raised the inescapable Yellow Rose in his hand, the tip of the spear pointing directly at the bird's heart.

"But this is a command from my lord, so please fight me to the death in a fair and square battle."

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why make up so many excuses?" A hint of disdain flashed in Asuka's eyes.

Since things had already come to this point, he couldn't be bothered to find out what the other party meant by the attack.

choke-!

The blade was fully drawn, its surface gleaming in the night, seemingly devouring the surrounding light.

"My blade will not show mercy just because you have no other choice."

"Just what I wanted!"

Dilmud let out a low shout and stomped his feet hard on the ground.

The speed was astonishing, leaving an afterimage in its wake.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the yellow short gun pierced the bird's throat like a viper's tongue!

So fast!

The bird's pupils contracted slightly.

Is this the spearman known for his agility? This burst speed is almost comparable to my own when I used a rudimentary version of Instant Step.

But he didn't panic.

The hellish training passed down through the Shihōin sect had already ingrained his body with the rhythm of high-speed combat.

"Too slow."

The bird tilted its head slightly, narrowly avoiding the fatal stab.

At the same time, he swung the weapon upwards, aiming straight for Diarmuid's wrist where he was holding the gun.

"Um?!"

Diarmuid clearly hadn't expected the opponent to react so quickly and to counterattack from such a tricky angle.

With a flick of his wrist, the Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose in his other hand swept out, directly blocking the bird's slash.

clang-!!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The two figures separated again the instant they made contact, and then collided wildly on the street like two bolts of lightning.

This is a pure contest of skill and speed.

Diarmuid's dual pistols moved like a whirlwind, one long and one short, working together seamlessly. Sometimes they lashed out like a venomous snake, sometimes they swept across like a giant python, showcasing the exquisite skill of dual-wielding to its fullest extent.

Flying Bird's sword technique is even more domineering and direct.

Each strike was aimed directly at a vital point, carrying a ruthlessness and decisiveness honed in life-or-death battles.

"What superb swordsmanship!"

Diarmuid grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He originally thought the other party was just a barbarian who relied on special treasures to act fiercely, but he did not expect that the other party's skill in close combat was so high.

That keen intuition that seemed to predict his attack trajectory, and that fierce ability to instantly assess an offensive and counterattack, put a sense of pressure on him, the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights.

With a single slash, Fei Niao deflected the incoming red spear, using the momentum to leap backward and land on the roadside wall.

"Good gun."

Is this the power of the Spear Spirit? It's much stronger than I imagined.

Feiniao glanced down at the raccoon in his hand.

The blade was not wreathed in the power of devouring as it usually was.

In the few exchanges just now, whenever the raccoon tried to absorb the other's magic power through contact...

The red spear then emitted a strange fluctuation, directly severing the raccoon's absorption ability.

"That gun is strange." Asuka frowned.

"Did you notice?"

Diarmuid brandished his red spear, thinking proudly, "Those methods of devouring magic power are meaningless before my Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose."

Whether it's a defense constructed with magic or a special weapon enhancement, it will directly eliminate it.

He twirled his gun and spoke first: "Avenger, your Master's aptitude is mediocre, isn't it? Without that method of restoring mana, how long can you last?"

Asuka's face darkened; this was indeed a big problem.

Asuka originally intended to use the devouring nature of the raccoon to sustain herself through battle, plundering magic power from her enemies to keep fighting.

But now, this tactic has been completely shut down by the opponent's red guns.

This means that his current magical energy supply depends entirely on the hearth violet in the house.

Although Violet awakened a new path, it had not yet been refined, and her meager magical reserves were simply insufficient to withstand the high-intensity consumption of Heroic Spirit battles.

Every second of the battle was draining the girl's magic.

The bird cursed inwardly.

We must finish this quickly!

"Since we can't absorb it, let's just cut it off!"