Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 252 There's a Limit to Pretending to Be Supernatural

The bird approached Irisviel step by step.

Her silver hair fluttered in the wind, her face contorted in pain, yet strangely serene.

The phantom of the golden cup took shape on her chest, and black mud overflowed from the rim of the cup.

Asuka raised her sword, her spiritual pressure gathering on its blade, and black and red flames began to burn fiercely.

but.

He held the halberd high, the violent spiritual pressure emanating from its blade, yet it never fell.

What are you hesitating about?!

Seeing that the bird hadn't made a move, the black-haired youth's tone became impatient.

He floated up to the bird, his voice rising several octaves.

The world is about to end, yet you're here hesitating over a doomed android, over a few insignificant lives?

[Hurry up! Flying bird!]

Asuka took a deep breath.

He lowered his head, and the stray hairs on his forehead obscured his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But he didn't make a move.

"What exactly are you doing?" The black-haired youth suddenly realized something, and his voice turned cold.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Oh..

""

A soft laugh escaped from the bird's throat.

The laughter carried a sense of relief after a sudden realization, and... an undisguised mockery.

"It really looks like it."

Asuka slowly turned around, and the blade in her hand also changed direction, no longer aimed at Irisviel, but pointing downwards to the ground.

He raised his head, and there was no trace of confusion left in his dark eyes.

The black-haired youth feigned ignorance and urged, "What do you mean? Hurry up and do it! Time is running out!!"

"From the voice to the details of his appearance, and even that pretentious air... he's exactly the same."

The young man frowned, his eyes flashing: "What nonsense are you spouting? Asuka, I am you, of course I..."

No, you are not.

The bird coldly interrupted him.

"You acted so well, so convincingly... If it weren't for your overly eager sermon just now, I might have actually been fooled, even if only for a moment."

"I didn't expect you to be so persistent in giving up."

The bird surveyed the suffocatingly real black mud plaza: "Within this dream, another layer of 'wakefulness' illusion has been woven to deceive me."

The black-haired youth's face darkened, but he still tried to maintain his disappointed expression: "Have you been corrupted by the black mud? I'm trying to save you!"

To save you and this world! This is the most rational decision!

He roared anxiously, even reaching out to grab Fei Niao's wrist, trying to force him to unleash the slash.

But just as his hand was about to touch the bird, a sharp blade flashed past.

Swish!

The black-haired youth's hand was neatly severed, but no blood flowed out; instead, it turned into a pool of black sludge and fell to the ground.

"Do you still want to pretend?"

The bird flicked the black mud off the blade, its tone indifferent and unmoved.

Do you know where your biggest weakness lies?

He looked at the imposter in front of him, who had lost an arm but felt no pain, and his tone was filled with a strange trust in that person.

"That guy... he's lazy all day, pretends to be profound and doesn't respond when people talk to him, and he always makes sarcastic remarks when something happens..."

""

"But deep down, he's an arrogant guy more so than anyone else."

The image of that person who always slept in the tree and constantly mocked him flashed through Asuka's mind...

But at the crucial moment, he lent his strength to his own figure without reservation.

"If it were him, facing this situation of being outmaneuvered by this broken cup..."

"He wouldn't advise me to kill a defenseless woman."

As if imagining the expression on the black-haired youth's face, Asuka let out a disdainful laugh.

"His first advice was always to run away and protect myself, even if there was really no other way..."

"He wouldn't even bother with that stupid arithmetic problem of sacrificing the minority to save the majority!"

His voice grew louder and louder, finally turning into thunderous roars that shook the surrounding black mud.

The space around him began to crack again, and those who had been kneeling on the ground opened their eyes and stared blankly in his direction.

"He will stop at nothing and use the most direct methods to break all of this!"

"Instead of acting like a petty, timid coward, advising me to sacrifice others to survive!"

He pointed the raccoon at the imposter's nose, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"You don't understand him at all! Nor do you understand me!"

"You are merely a mass capable of reading memories, yet utterly incapable of understanding the essence of things..."

"...just a pile of mud!"

As Asuka finished speaking, the "black-haired youth's" disguise finally collapsed completely.

That familiar face began to twist and melt, and the black kimono began to turn into filthy, foul-smelling mud.

Since you've seen through me...

:]

It was no longer the clear voice of a young man, but had turned into countless overlapping, ear-piercing shrieks, like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

There's nothing more to say then!

Since you refuse to wake up, then cling to your ridiculous insistence and drown in my arms along with this world!!

boom!

As the disguise tore apart, the entire space shattered completely.

The illusion of Ryudouji Temple vanished completely, and Irisviel's figure shattered like a bubble.

There are no temples or squares.

The bird found itself suspended in the depths of an endless black ocean.

All around were churning, malevolent black mud.

Countless enormous black hands reached out from the void, grabbed his limbs, and tried to drag him into the eternal darkness.

An unbearable feeling of suffocation washed over me; it was a mental pollution a hundred times stronger than before.

"Hmph, are you getting angry because you're embarrassed?"

Despite the overwhelming despair, there was no fear on the bird's face.

Now that I've seen through this illusion, and now that I know this is still a nightmare created by that damned cup, then "What a coincidence, I already have some experience with nightmares!"

Asuka did not swing his sword to cut the black hands that reached for him, nor did he try to attack the non-existent enemy.

He made a move that surprised even the will of this space.

He twisted his wrist, reversing the tip of the Zanpakuto and pointing it directly at his chest.

"The fastest and most effective way to wake up from this deep dream is..."

""

Asuka smiled confidently.

"It's about dying once."

【stop!!!】

A terrified scream came from the void.

It seemed to sense what the bird was about to do, and the black hands accelerated wildly, trying to snatch the knife from his hand.

But it was too late.

"Don't underestimate the Storm Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, you bastard!!"

Pfft!!!

Without the slightest hesitation or mercy.

Asuka gripped the knife with both hands and plunged it fiercely into her own heart!

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