Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 290 The Young Master of the Glasses Shop

Soul Society, Soul Retreat.

Beneath the white tower of the Palace of Penitence, a fierce battle powerful enough to shake the Soul Court had just ended.

Kurosaki Ichigo, leaning on the massive Zangetsu sword, knelt on one knee, his body covered in blood.

His shihachi (death suit) was already tattered and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

Especially the deep, bone-revealing knife scar on his shoulder, a memento left by Kenpachi Zaraki.

Behind him, Kenpachi Zaraki, who was as powerful as a demon, lay in a pool of blood, his serrated sword broken.

But he was smiling.

He laughed with immense joy and satisfaction.

"Hahaha... Hahaha... What a... good fight... Ichigo..."

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"Ah...yes..."

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Ichigo responded with difficulty, his vision already beginning to blur.

Although he won, this was already his limit.

His spiritual pressure was almost completely depleted, and the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss was constantly engulfing his consciousness.

"Rukia... not yet..."

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He struggled to stand up, wanting to continue towards the tower.

But her body wouldn't obey her commands, and she fell heavily forward.

"Idiot, that's enough."

A lithe figure appeared beside Ichigo and caught him before he fell to the ground.

That was a dark-skinned beauty who had taken human form, Yoruichi Shihouin.

She looked at Ichigo, who had fallen unconscious in her arms, with both admiration and heartache in her eyes.

"To defeat Kenpachi Zaraki... you've accomplished a miracle that even I find incredible."

Yoruichi looked up and glanced around.

Although Kenpachi has fallen, the commotion here is too great, and other reinforcements are rapidly gathering here.

Her keen senses had already detected several powerful and familiar spiritual pressures approaching.

Byakuya Kuchiki... Sajin Komamura...

"We can't stay here any longer."

Yoruichi made a decisive decision.

"Those guys have all been arrested... Now only this idiot Ichigo is left."

"If he also falls into the hands of the Gotei 13, this rescue operation will have truly failed completely."

She has to take Ichigo with her.

Find a safe place to heal his injuries and restore his spiritual pressure.

But in this vast Spirit Court, where is the safest place?

Her gaze fell toward the Fourth Division barracks.

Yoruichi grinned, revealing her cunning tiger teeth: "...Looks like I'll have to trouble you, Miss Butterfly."

She hoisted Ichigo onto her back, unleashed her unparalleled Instantaneous Movement technique in the Soul Society, and vanished into the intricate complex of buildings.

On the other side, in the first district of West Rukongai, Runlin An.

Although the entire Soul Court was under a state of high tension due to the invasion of the Travellings and the impending double executions.

However, the residents of Rukongai, outside of the Soul Society, were not affected much.

On Runlin'an's commercial street, there is a high-end eyewear store called "Silver Dragonfly".

Not only do the residents of Rukongai frequent this place, but many Shinigami and nobles also consider it their first choice for custom-made glasses.

At that moment, two strange figures were standing at the shop entrance.

One of them was wearing the captain's haori of the Ninth Division and goggles covering his eyes; it was none other than Tosen Kaname.

Following behind him was a person completely shrouded in a black cloak that could isolate spiritual pressure.

"I don't understand why we have to come here at this crucial moment? Lord Aizen is waiting for us to regroup in the barracks. We should..."

"No rush."

The cloaked man, who was none other than Mokashiro Souya, who had just escaped from the Avici Hell in the chaos, waved his hand lightly.

"Since I made a promise to Aizen, I will keep it. But before that, I have some personal debts to repay."

Before Tosen could ask any more questions, Mochishiro Sou had already stepped into the glasses shop.

Inside the shop, the owner, Ginjiro, was carefully wiping a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a piece of deerskin cloth.

He used to be the vice-captain of the Sixth Division, but he left the team long ago and started his own eyewear business.

Upon seeing Tosen Kaname's figure, he was puzzled, but still approached him with trepidation.

"Oh my! Isn't this Captain Tosen? This... this is quite a rare guest."

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"I heard the alien invaders have attacked. Is it alright? At a time like this..."

Tosen didn't speak, but just waited silently for Mochishiro Sōya in front of him.

Zhicheng looked around the shop, his gaze finally settling on the wall behind the counter, where portraits of past shop owners hung.

He stopped looking at a portrait.

The person in the portrait wore thick-rimmed glasses and looked honest and simple, much like the current shop owner.

After a moment of silence, he took a heavy cloth bag from his pocket and placed it on the counter with a thud.

The bag was opened, revealing a bag full of gold rings inside.

That's the highest denomination currency in the Soul Society; the value of this bag is enough to buy ten such shops.

Ginjiro had seen a lot of things, but he'd never seen so much money before: "This...this is..."

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"Two hundred and fifty years ago."

Mochishiro Shuang also calmly said, "I accidentally affected this shop during a battle."

"The shop owner at the time... apparently suffered vision loss because of me, and ultimately had to retire prematurely."

"That was my mistake."

He pointed to the money pouch: "This is the compensation, along with interest from the past two hundred years. Please accept it."

Two hundred and fifty years ago?

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Upon hearing this, Ginjiro seemed to recall something from the past, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Then I should probably take my leave."

Before Ginjiro could ask any more questions, Souya turned and walked out of the shop.

Kaname Tosen was full of doubts, feeling that this action was utterly unnecessary and meaningless.

But he didn't say much, and just silently followed.

"I hope your actions won't cause any trouble for Lord Aizen," he thought to himself.

The two returned to the street and walked towards the gate as if nothing had happened, preparing to meet up with Aizen.

And the roadside stalls not far away.

A large, fat man, who was chewing on fried rice crackers, was silently observing everything.

Second Division Vice-Captain, Ōmaeda Kichiyo.

Today's invasion by the Ryoko is of utmost importance, and he is leading the Covert Force to investigate suspicious situations in Rukongai.

He had noticed the other party as early as when Dongxian was about to enter Runlinan District.

"That's... Captain Tosen? Who's the person next to him?"

As a member of the Stealth Force, he usually appears to be a goofy guy who only knows how to overeat and flaunt his wealth.

But in reality, he has a very keen sense of smell for suspicious odors.

The cloaked figure who walked out of the glasses shop... had a very weak spiritual power level; he looked like just an ordinary soul.

But what he was wearing...

Ōmaeda squinted his small eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat, and crushed the senbei in his hand.

As the eldest son of a wealthy family, he was very familiar with this kind of high-end goods.

That's a spirit particle concealment fabric that the Technology Development Bureau recently developed. This kind of thing can only be used with special approval from captains or higher.

But now, it's being worn by a mysterious person whose face isn't even shown?

"Something's not right... something's definitely not right!"

"Following him... no, let's forget it... Captain Tosen seems like someone you shouldn't mess with..."

"But I always feel like there's something wrong with this..."

Ōmaeda licked the crumbs from his fingertips, his eyes flashing intermittently.

"Damn it, if I do something really good this time, Captain Soi Fon will definitely treat me to a nice meal!"

He made up his mind and used the unique footwork of stealth maneuvering to silently disappear into the shadows of the crowd.

They followed the two people at a distance.