Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 253 I give up, please give me a chance.

excruciating pain.

To be honest, this was the first time I had been slashed by a raccoon.

The excruciating pain of having one's soul pierced through instantly engulfed every cell in the body.

But amidst this maddening pain, the bird also felt an unprecedented clarity.

It was a feeling of exhilaration after breaking free of some kind of shackles, a tangible sense of the soul regaining control of the body.

Fresh blood gushed out.

But the blood was neither red nor black.

It's golden, not gold.

That was his spiritual pressure, his indomitable will, the only light shining through this pitch-black despair.

Click—!

As the knife plunged down, the entire black dream world began to tremble violently.

Huge cracks appeared in the sky, like a mirror shattered by a heavy hammer.

No... Impossible!! How dare you?!

[Commit suicide here?! If you misjudge, your consciousness will dissipate too!!]

The voice trembled, filled with fear.

It encountered an incomprehensible madman.

"dissipate?"

Even with blood spilling from its mouth, the bird still wore that arrogant smile.

"I'm someone who has... teetered on the brink of life and death countless times."

He suddenly drew his long sword.

Golden light erupted from him in an instant!

"Get out of here!!!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!

The light devoured the darkness, shattered the black mud, and tore the layers of nightmare to shreds.

"ha--!!!"

In the real world, at Ryudong Temple.

The black figure that had been standing stiffly in the mud, maintaining its knife-wielding posture, suddenly shuddered as if electrocuted, and then took a deep breath.

The sound was like a drowning person finally breaking free of the water, greedy and urgent.

The bird suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils contracting and dilating violently, and its chest heaving violently.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his entire shihaka outfit, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

That was real air.

It carries a magical restlessness, and the stench of black mud, but it is real, the smell of the real world.

"Back...

...Here it comes...

Heartbird gasped for breath, the raccoon in her hand creaking from the excessive force.

He immediately looked around.

This time, it's not an illusion.

Ryudong Temple was indeed covered in black mud, but not as dramatically as in the dream.

The great void in the sky continues to slowly rotate, and the black curse continues to flow.

Sumire Kamado, Artoria, Kiritsugu Emiya... they did indeed stand frozen in place, but there was no terrifying scene.

Each person was enveloped in a black aura, clearly still struggling in their own nightmares.

In the arena, he was the only one who managed to break free of his shackles through his almost insane, self-destructive awakening method.

"That was close..."

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Feiniao wiped the mud mixed with cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

If I had actually believed that imposter and killed Irisviel...

Will I succumb to this and become a puppet controlled by it?

"This is really annoying..."

"7

Asuka straightened up, feeling the spiritual pressure within her body, which was somewhat disordered but still surging.

He looked up at the Holy Grail, which was still overflowing with black mud, and at the android trapped in the center of the mud, whose face was contorted in pain and who seemed to be having a nightmare, Irisviel.

"Hey! You bastard hiding in the cup!"

The bird pointed the tip of its knife at the sky, its voice hoarse yet carrying a chilling killing intent.

"Stop hiding inside a woman's body and playing tricks!"

"Didn't you want to devour me? Didn't you want to see my nightmares?"

"I'm right here now, fully awake!"

It seemed they understood his provocation, or perhaps they were angry at him for being an escapee.

The black mud in the Holy Grail suddenly began to boil violently.

Glug glug... Glug glug...

The large amount of black mud stopped flowing in all directions and began to converge towards the bottom of the Holy Grail.

A human silhouette slowly rose from the pile of malice.

It was a tiny person without any facial features, whose entire body was made of pitch-black mud.

He could not sense the spiritual pressure of the Grim Reaper or the magic of the magician from this faceless black clay doll.

"There is only one kind of pure, vast, and utterly empty evil."

The feeling was like facing a bottomless cesspool or a mountain made up of human corpses.

Just looking at it can make one feel physically nauseous.

He is the Servant who violated the rules and was summoned during the Third Holy Grail War.

The Avenger, who sacrificed himself to pollute the magic circle of the Heaven's Cup with all the evil in the world.

Angolan Manuel.

Hey, don't look at me like that.

The black clay doll, which had no mouth, made a sound.

The sound didn't seem to be ringing in my ear; it was more like noise generated by friction directly on my cerebral cortex.

[Nice to meet you... no, this is the second time we've met.]

The black clay figurine spread its hands, making a somewhat comical and helpless gesture.

[To be honest, Avengers... no, guests from another world, can we have a proper talk?]

"Shall we talk?"

Asuka sneered, "You were just trying to corrupt me in my dreams, and now you want to talk to me? Is your brain filled with this kind of rotten mud too?"

That's just how it is.

The black clay doll shrugged, its tone surprisingly aggrieved.

That is the automatic defense mechanism against all the evil in this world, much like the immune cells in the human body.

[You, this alien virus, have invaded my world, of course I have to react.]

He took a step forward, and the black mud beneath his feet automatically paved a path for him.

But things are different now.

The head, devoid of facial features, tilted slightly forward, seemingly scrutinizing the bird, or rather, examining something deeper within the bird's body.

The man who has been sleeping inside you all this time... the man with those terrifying eyes...

What is that?

The bird's heart stirred, but it did not respond, quietly waiting for Angolan Manuel to speak.

That thing... it's not a human soul, nor a heroic spirit, nor even any kind of being I know.

The black mud doll trembled slightly, as if it had recalled something terrible.

My evil... has no effect on him.

I can sense that if I forcefully devour you, that guy... might very well turn around and eat me too.

Angolan Mainyu sighed, though it had no mouth: "Bringing this troublesome thing from another world..."

I do regret it...

[The karmic ties between these Servants and you are inextricably intertwined, causing errors that are beyond my expectations. This is truly awful.]

It raised its hand, made of black mud, and pointed to the enormous hole in the sky.

Listen, stranger, our goals are not actually contradictory.

You want to go home, you want to leave this hellish place, right?

As for me, I only wish to arrive safely and peacefully, to embrace this beautiful world.

So, how about we make a deal?