Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 296 Step Aside, Aizen

"broken!"

Ōmaeda's heart skipped a beat.

A fight broke out?!

Although Captain Aizen is the captain, he is known as a kind-hearted person. He usually spends his time practicing calligraphy or drinking tea, and he is only slightly skilled in Kido.

Facing that mysterious person who even I, this old man, find dangerous...

Captain Aizen, that frail scholar, won't get bullied, will he?!

Although Ōmaeda is usually timid and cowardly, his sense of responsibility to protect his colleagues as a member of the Gotei 13 miraculously overcame his earlier hesitation at this moment.

"No, we can't just leave like this! It's one thing to slip away, but abandoning our comrades would be a disgrace to the Second Division and the Ōmaeda family!"

"And if I save Captain Aizen, wouldn't that be a double achievement?!"

"Not only will Captain Soi Fon praise me, but Captain Aizen will also owe me a favor!"

This deal is a great one!

"Let's give it our all!"

Omaeda gritted his teeth and suddenly sprang out from the bushes.

His massive body, like a grenade launched from a gun, crashed into the hut with a bang.

boom-!

Ōmaeda never even considered using the door; he smashed the already rickety wooden door with his shoulder, causing half of the wall to collapse as well.

Smoke and dust billowed, and sawdust flew everywhere.

"Ahem! Who dares to cause trouble in the Fifth Division?!"

Ōmaeda roared, trying to overwhelm the enemy with his imposing presence.

He brushed the dust off his face and saw the interior of the room clearly.

Aizen Sousuke was facing away from him, holding his Zanpakuto in his hand, his body trembling slightly, as if he was desperately resisting something.

Opposite Aizen, the mysterious cloaked figure held a gleaming blade, its tip pointed directly at Aizen's throat!

As expected! This guy is going to hurt Captain Aizen!

At that moment, Ōmaeda's sense of justice surged.

He rushed forward and used his broad back to block Aizen, protecting the frail Fifth Division Captain behind him.

"Step back, Captain Aizen!"

Without turning his head, Ōmaeda declared with an air of arrogance, "Leave this to me! Go and call for reinforcements!"

"Vice-Captain Ōmaeda...?"

Aizen's voice, tinged with surprise and emotion, came from behind: "What are you doing here? Be careful, this guy is strong..."

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"Stop talking nonsense! Let's go!"

Ōmaeda felt incredibly cool at that moment.

He drew his Zanpakuto: "Defeat him, Five-Headed Sword!!"

As the words of liberation were shouted, the shallow weapon rapidly transformed into a giant meteor hammer!

Although the design is simple and crude, its destructive power is astonishing, thanks to Ōmaeda's superhuman strength.

Ōmaeda's flail whistled through the air, and Green Bean's eyes gleamed with ferocity: "No matter who you are, daring to touch Captain Aizen is an offense against me, Ōmaeda Nozomi!"

"That means they're going against the entire Second Division, and the entire Seireitei!"

The cloaked figure opposite did not speak.

He simply stood there quietly, his face hidden in the shadows beneath his hood.

Only the knife remained held horizontally, radiating a chilling murderous aura.

This dismissive attitude thoroughly enraged Ōmaeda.

"Take this!!"

With a roar, Ōmaeda slammed his meteor hammer down.

The enormous iron ball, carrying immense force, slammed directly into the cloaked man's head.

If this blow lands, it could smash even a Kylian to pieces, let alone a person!

However, the cloaked figure merely turned slightly to the side, the movement casual and understated.

call--!

The meteor hammer grazed past his clothes and slammed heavily into the wall behind him, blasting a large hole in the wall.

"You dodged pretty fast!"

Omaeda missed his first attack, then suddenly pulled on the chain, swinging his meteor hammer in a strange arc through the air, and attacked the cloaked man from behind again.

clang!

The cloaked man swung his sword backhand, striking the chains of the meteor hammer.

Sparks flew everywhere.

A tremendous force of recoil came from the chains, making Ōmaeda's hands go numb.

"What incredible strength!"

Ōmaeda was startled.

This guy looks skinny and small, how come he's stronger than me?

"It's not over yet!"

Ōmaeda moved nimbly, using the range of his meteor hammer to launch a fierce counterattack against the cloaked man.

The furniture inside was smashed to pieces, the floorboards were torn off, and the entire hut was on the verge of collapse during the two people's fight.

"How about it, Captain Aizen! Did you see my heroic figure?!"

While playing, Omaeda also had time to turn around and claim credit.

However, when he turned around, he found that there was nothing behind him.

Captain Aizen... has disappeared?

"Could it be that they listened to me and went to call for reinforcements?"

Ōmaeda was overjoyed: "Great! As long as I can hold out for a while, and Captain Soi Fon and the other captains arrive, this guy will be dead!"

Thinking of this, he was filled with even more enthusiasm, and swung his meteor hammer even more vigorously.

"Come on! Let's hurt each other!!"

Just ten meters away from this small house, under a towering tree.

Two figures stood side by side, silently watching the small house that was shaking violently and billowing with dust.

One of them was none other than Aizen Sousuke, who remained calm and collected, having just disappeared without a trace.

Standing beside him was a handsome man named Mochishiro Souya.

Shiro Souya looked at the small house in the distance that was about to be demolished, his tone filled with doubt: "That fat guy, does he really think he's fighting against some so-called enemy?"

"That's how it is in that person's eyes now."

Aizen smiled and pushed up his glasses: "There's nothing to hide from you. This is the ability of my Zanpakuto—complete hypnosis."

"Once you've seen their Shikai, you'll be forever under my control. I can manipulate your five senses, spiritual pressure perception, and even your perception of your enemies at will."

"Truly... an astonishing ability."

Mochishiro Souya commented calmly, "Manipulating people's hearts and controlling reality... it is indeed a very suitable Zanpakuto for you."

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"Your rain-dew pomegranate is also very powerful, Shuangye."

Aizen turned around and gave Soujiro an elegant smile: "When your sword spirit talked to me about its abilities back then, I was a little skeptical, but now it seems it truly lives up to its reputation..."

"The moment Ōmaeda caught up with you, you completely sealed off the flow of spiritual energy around him, didn't you?"

"Communications were cut off, spiritual pressure was blocked, and even his voice couldn't get through... leaving him completely isolated."

"This is the perfect cage."

Aizen looked at Sōya Azajo, his eyes gleaming with admiration: "If Mirror Flower Water Moon is the paintbrush that weaves dreams, then Rain Dew Pomegranate is the foundation stone that builds the stage."

"The combination of our abilities can indeed create amazing results."

Souya Mochi was not moved by Aizen's praise.

He simply looked indifferently at the small house: "I just dealt with a sycophant according to the agreement of the cooperation."

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"However, I'm very curious."

Mosquito Shuang also pointed in that direction: "You used illusions to make him think he was fighting a powerful enemy... but what was he actually fighting?"

"He needs a physical outlet to unleash his brute force, right? Otherwise, even the dumbest person would realize something's wrong with him just waving his arms around in thin air."

Aizen's smile turned somewhat cruel.

"That's natural..."

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Inside the cabin.

Ōmaeda was panting heavily, and sweat poured down his face like rain.

He no longer remembered how many times he swung his meteor hammer, nor how many things he smashed.

But that damned cloaked man is like an immortal being!

No matter how heavy the blow, no matter how strangely his body was twisted, he could always stagger to his feet and then silently launch another attack.

"What...what did this guy eat to grow up like that?!"

Ōmaeda looked at the mysterious man in front of him, whose left arm was broken, whose head was tilted to one side, yet who was still charging at him with a knife in hand.

A chill ran through me.

"Why aren't you saying anything! Why aren't you crying out in pain! Why aren't you collapsing despite bleeding so much!"

Under the influence of the illusion, what Ōmaeda sees is a formidable enemy who is severely wounded but still fights tenaciously.

But from a realistic perspective...

The corpse of the long-dead guard had been smashed to pieces, its bones shattered...