Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 327 Finding the Way Back

South of Rukongai, 78th District, Xudiao.

More than a hundred years have passed since he was captured by Aizen and then traveled between two worlds.

A hundred years is enough time for modern humans with short lifespans to do many things and bring about tremendous changes in their lives.

But the air here is still as nauseating as ever, unchanged, as if forgotten by time.

Seeing the person dressed in black shihaka slowly approaching, all the wandering spirits, regardless of what they had been doing before, quickly hid to the side and secretly sized up this great man.

"It's Death...how impressive..."

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"If only I had powerful spiritual energy, I could become a Grim Reaper and take care of my mother..."

"You wish! Not everyone is as amazing as Renji."

The bird ignored the gazes lurking in the shadows.

He came here not to inspect the people's conditions, nor to discover any geniuses.

He came to the Xudiao District mainly for two things.

First, there was a dream that had been bothering him for a long time.

Ever since he first unleashed his Zanpakuto and began to slowly awaken his spiritual power, bizarre fragments of images have frequently appeared in his mind.

At first, the fragments were very blurry, like looking at the moon underwater.

But as his strength continued to increase, he stopped having other strange dreams, but that one dream became clearer and clearer.

A woman with long, disheveled hair, whose face was obscured, was tightly embracing him, who was still an infant.

Then, a pair of pale, cold hands reached out from the shadows, ruthlessly trying to snatch him from the woman's embrace.

The woman fled to the Xu Diao district, entrusting the baby to the wandering spirits there.

Whenever the dream reached this point, it would abruptly end with the heart-wrenching cries of a baby.

He then realized that this was not a dream, but his memory.

Asuka didn't know who the woman was, who the person who took him away was, or why he had been thrown into the Dog District...

But now, he can clearly feel that emotion.

The woman's tears fell on him, etching a deep bond between them.

He wanted to know who she was.

He wanted to know his past, to know where his body and his soul came from.

Therefore, the bird returned to the place where he first opened his eyes.

He tried to find faces in these familiar streets and alleys who might know the inside story from back then, and tried to find out any clues about his own background.

pity.

The bird walked along those winding muddy paths from its memory for a long time, pushing open one dilapidated wooden door after another, only to be met with wave after wave of helplessness and frustration.

In Rukongai, especially in the 78th ward, a lawless area, it's all too common for people to die and for lights to go out.

There used to be a few older wandering spirits here, who may have seen him as a child.

But now, those familiar faces have long since vanished, turning into insignificant spiritual dust on this land.

Moreover, in such places, it is difficult to determine who are long-term residents based on appearance alone.

For example, he stopped a hunchbacked old man who looked like he had lived for a very long time, covered in age spots, wanting to ask about a baby named Asuka or a mysterious woman from a hundred years ago.

But the old man sensed the malevolent aura emanating from the bird and was so frightened that he wet his pants on the spot.

All he could do was kneel on the ground and kowtow frantically, repeating only one sentence over and over: "Lord Death, spare me! I'm just a new soul who's only been here for less than ten years. What about things from a hundred years ago? I really don't know anything about it!"

Feiniao awkwardly let go, allowing the old man to scramble away.

...Some of the people here died young and violently, while others passed away from illness at the end of the year; it's really hard to tell.

He stood in the cold wind, looking at the numb and unfamiliar faces around him, his brows furrowed deeply.

Time is a weapon sharper than a Zanpakuto.

It ruthlessly erased all traces, burying his past beneath this muddy ground.

However, Asuka did not give up.

Although those wandering souls at the bottom have changed time and time again.

But he knew that in this lawless land where the strong prey on the weak, there was a small group of people who had always been there.

They are like leeches clinging to the human body, able to survive here for an extremely long time by exploiting and taking advantage of the weak.

That person must still be alive.

In Asuka's mind, a face covered in fat, greasy and ferocious features appeared.

He was a local thug in the Xudiao district, a gang leader.

"Original...

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That's the second thing the birds do when they come here.

He turned around, relying on the memory route that was already etched deep into his soul.

Head straight towards the deepest part of the North Street of Xudiao District.

A moment later, he arrived at his destination.

This is a huge courtyard built with iron frames, wooden planks and stones, with many barbed fishing nets and pitchforks of unknown origin hanging on it.

Although it may seem ridiculously rudimentary in the eyes of Death, it is a fairly solid fortress in the dark side of the Dog District.

At the entrance to the courtyard, four thugs, bare-chested and carrying machetes and spiked clubs, were idly throwing dice.

The moment they heard those steady footsteps and looked up to see the birds in flight.

The four people froze instantly, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Death...Lord Death?!"

One of the thugs was so frightened that he dropped the dice in his hand, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud.

There are several reasons why a Shinigami (death god) might appear on the outskirts of Rukongai.

They either come to find souls with spiritual potential, or to carry out combat missions to eliminate the void.

Another purpose is to eliminate troublemakers who are disobedient and disrupt public order.

The Grim Reaper before them was walking straight towards their group; he certainly wasn't here to recruit students...

"Ugh—!"

Before he could speak again, a powerful spiritual pressure was released from Asuka.

The four thugs instantly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their backs, and even breathing became like swallowing razor blades.

They lay prone in the mud, foaming at the mouth, unable to utter a single word of pleading.

The bird didn't even look at them directly. It raised its foot and kicked the heavy wooden door, shattering it into pieces!

boom!!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the loud noise instantly startled everyone in the yard.

In the very center of the courtyard stood a large couch covered with an unknown animal hide.

A man, so obese he looked like a mountain of flesh, with a face full of scars, was gnawing on a roasted, juicy animal leg with one hand, while his other hand was groping a ragged, shivering woman.

He is Genzo.

Over a hundred years have passed, and although his appearance has become older and uglier, his greedy and cruel nature remains unchanged.

In this hopeless land, he forcibly grew himself into this disgusting state by sucking the blood and flesh of his own kind.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass on my territory—"

Genzo angrily raised his head and slammed the bone in his hand against the door.

But when he saw the cold-faced young man standing at the door, dressed in a shihaka uniform, his anger froze.

"Death...the God of Death..."

Yuanzao abruptly shoved the woman beside him, his obese body rolling off the bed with incredible agility, tumbling and crawling to his feet in front of Fei Niao, his old face instantly plastered with a fawning and fearful smile.

"My lord! May I ask what brings you here, Lord Death?"

Yuanzao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart pounding wildly.

Having spent a century in Rukongai, he knew all too well the terror of the Thirteenth Division. His fat brain raced as he tried to find a reason why he might have angered the Soul Society.

"My lord, I have always been law-abiding! And... and didn't I already hand over this month's offerings to the patrol officers in full through the liaison in District 70...?"

"Is the amount insufficient? Sir, just name your name, and I'll immediately raise the rest!"

Hearing these words, Asuka's eyes grew even colder.

As expected, this decaying Soul Society...

Whether in the lofty Soul Court or in the muddy Rukongai, such disgusting deals and compromises are everywhere.

The Grim Reaper was supposed to maintain balance and protect wandering souls.

But here he became the protector of this gang.