Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 295 The Missing Great God

"Seriously, where has that idiot Ōmaeda gone again?"

Soi Fon, who was directing the Second Division's search mission, felt a strange sense of irritation.

She has been unable to contact the vice-captain, Ōmaeda, since yesterday evening.

"That good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, did he hide somewhere to steal food at such a crucial moment?"

"Oh dear, Captain Soi Fon, don't get so angry."

A slightly mocking Kansai accent rang out beside me.

Gin Ichimaru walked over with a smile, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, like a silver fox taking a stroll.

Not far behind him, Kira Izuru, the vice-captain of the Third Division, was carrying a large stack of maps and spiritual pressure monitoring reports, sweating profusely as he directed several members of the division to block off the streets.

"Look, even though Vice-Captain Ōmaeda isn't here, our entire Third Division is out in force, and Kira is working very hard to cooperate with the Covert Force."

Gin Ichimaru tilted his head: "Or is it that Captain Soi Fon thinks our Third Division is a burden, which is why she's so anxious?"

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"...That's a different matter." Soi Fon gave him a cold glance.

Watching Kira Izuru bustling about in the distance, managing to organize even the eccentric members of the Covert Forces with remarkable efficiency, her dislike for her own vice-captain deepened.

There is no harm without comparison.

Why is it that other people's vice-captains are so shrewd and capable right-hand men?

My own child is just a stupid creature that only knows how to flaunt wealth, eat fried rice crackers, and disappear when it really matters.

Runlin'an District...

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Soi Fon murmured the place name.

That was the area where Ōmaeda last reported his whereabouts.

That was a relatively bustling area of ​​Rukongai, and theoretically it wasn't a dangerous place.

"If I catch him slacking off over there..."

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A cold glint flashed in Soi Fon's eyes, her spiritual pressure fluctuated slightly, and the surrounding air became sharp.

"I'll make him eat all the fried rice crackers he'll ever eat in his lifetime in one go!!"

at the same time.

Outside the Fifth Division's base lies a dense, secluded forest.

"Achoo—!!"

Omaeda Norichiyo suddenly sneezed, her massive body trembling in the bushes and shaking down a few withered yellow leaves.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose, his small eyes looking around in fear, afraid that the noise would attract something he shouldn't be there.

"It's so cold... Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine?"

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Ōmaeda shrank his neck and pulled up the expensive scarf with gold embroidery, trying to cover his chubby face.

This is a primeval forest area behind the Fifth Division's barracks. It is usually sparsely populated, with only some low-ranking members who are responsible for repairing the barrier or clearing weeds occasionally passing by.

At this moment, Ōmaeda was lying behind a thicket of bushes in a nimble posture that seemed out of place for his size, staring at a solitary little house not far ahead.

It was a wooden house that looked quite old.

The walls were covered in moss, and the windows were somewhat dilapidated, making the place appear particularly eerie in the night.

"What terrible luck..."

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Ōmaeda wailed inwardly.

He was on a mission in Runlin'an District and stopped by the newly opened pastry shop to buy some limited-edition gold leaf yokan (sweet bean jelly).

But they unexpectedly ran into Captain Tosen, who was with a mysterious man.

Driven by his professional instinct for stealth and mobility, and driven by a selfish desire to make a great contribution and impress Captain Soi Fon, he inexplicably followed along.

They followed them all the way to the Fifth Division's dense forest.

After Tōsen escorted the mysterious man into the hut, he left, but the mysterious man never came out again...

Ōmaeda squinted, and through the dusty window, he could vaguely see a figure sitting quietly inside.

They kept looking until the early hours of the morning.

"Is your ass made of iron? Why aren't you moving at all?"

Ōmaeda was waiting for the other party to make a mistake or to meet with someone else, but the other party just didn't make any move.

As time went on, he also became somewhat anxious.

And for some reason, Ōmaeda felt that the mysterious person's scent... was somewhat familiar...

That feeling... was like the smell I experienced when my father took me to visit the Shinigami Underground Prison as a child...

"Who could it be...? I can't remember..."

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Ōmaeda scratched his head, feeling as if the fat in his brain was blocking out his memories.

"Never mind, this guy is definitely not a good person! He's sneaking around here, there's definitely something wrong with him."

"That Captain Tosen is always so gloomy, I've had a feeling something was off about him for a while now."

He pulled out his communication device, intending to report the discovery to Captain Soi Fon.

"As long as I report the location of this suspicious person, Captain Soi Fon will definitely praise me! Maybe she'll even reward me...hehehe..."

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Ōmaeda happily pressed the communication button.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

The screen of the communication device flickered a few times, emitted a piercing electrical sound, and then went completely black.

"?!"

Ōmaeda was stunned. He patted the expensive communicator hard and even shook it to his ear.

"Broken? Impossible! This is the latest model developed by the Technology Development Bureau, sponsored by the Ōmaeda family. It's said to have a signal even in Hueco Mundo!"

"Hey! Hey! Captain Soi Fon? Can you hear me? It's me, Nozomi!"

No response.

Only that unsettling silence.

"This is bad..." Omaeda broke out in a cold sweat.

In this desolate place, far from any village or shop, unable to contact the captain, and with a mysterious figure of unknown identity and strength looming ahead...

"Should we... retreat?"

The urge to give up was pounding in my heart.

Anyway, no one knows I was here. As long as I sneak away, I can just go back and say I got lost in Runlin'an.

Even though I'll probably get scolded, I feel like this is the most reliable option.

Just as Ōmaeda was preparing to quietly roll away like a giant ball of flesh.

A soft sound of footsteps suddenly came from the forest path.

Terrified, Ōmaeda immediately held his breath, shrinking his massive body as much as possible into the shadows of the bushes, not daring to make a sound.

Who is it? Is Tosen coming back?

He secretly parted a corner of the leaves and peeked outside.

By the moonlight filtering through the treetops, he could make out the face of the person who had come.

He was a man with black-rimmed glasses, a gentle face, and a white haori draped over his shoulders.

Captain of the Fifth Division, Aizen Sousuke.

"Phew... That scared me to death. It was Captain Aizen."

Ōmaeda let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves instantly relaxing.

Yes, this is the back mountain of the Fifth Division, so it's perfectly normal for Captain Aizen to be here.

"Captain Aizen is such a nice guy, if it were him, he would probably help me fix the communication device, right? Or he could help me contact Captain Soi Fon..."

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Ōmaeda was about to jump out of the bushes and explain his discovery to the other party.

But as soon as he moved, he realized that Aizen was not heading towards the barracks, but was heading straight for that mysterious little house.

"Um?

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Ōmaeda stopped what he was doing.

What was Captain Aizen doing there? Did he know that mysterious person too?

Aizen walked to the door of the hut and, as if familiar with the place, pushed the door open and went inside.

As the door opened and closed, Ōmaeda vaguely heard some sounds coming from inside the house.

At first, it was just a low conversation, but soon the voices became more intense, as if some kind of argument had taken place.

"You...how could it be you?!"

"This is not a place for you... Aizen..."

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"Want that? Don't even dream about it!"

Although it was hard to hear clearly, the tense atmosphere could be felt even from a distance.

Followed by.

Clang—!

A crisp metallic clang came from inside the house—the sound of a Zanpakuto being drawn and clashing!