Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 333 Grace

He actually chose to kill himself?!

The blade pierced through Black Fang's emaciated body in an instant.

The cold tip of the knife pierced through his back, leaving a long, shocking trail of blood.

Blood gushed from Black Fang's chest and back like a fountain, instantly staining Flying Bird's right hand red and splashing onto the dirty straw mat in the tent.

"You're fucking insane!!!"

The bird stared in disbelief at the scene before it, its eyes wide with shock.

He cursed aloud, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage: "You old devil! Why won't you explain yourself properly even in death?!"

"What kind of magic does that name possess that would make you risk your life?!"

Asuka never expected that her method of forcibly extracting a confession would not only fail to pry open Black Fang's mouth, but would instead become a tool for the other party to use against her.

The clue, just as he was about to touch the edge of the truth, was abruptly cut off.

The break was so sudden, so complete.

Black Fang's body slid limply down the blade of the raccoon dog, finally collapsing at the feet of the flying bird.

Large amounts of blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and his life was being extinguished at an irreversible rate.

But he ignored the bird's anger.

In his final moments, Black Fang's eye sockets, which had no eyeballs, miraculously opened wide, staring intently at the empty darkness above the tent.

He stretched out his withered, blood-stained hands and weakly clawed at the air.

It was as if they were making a final plea and vow to some unseen, intangible, yet omnipresent terrifying being.

"This old man...this old man didn't say anything..."

A gurgling sound of blood bubbles came from Black Tooth's throat. His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but he still tried his best to utter words of utmost humility and fear.

"My lords... Your esteemed lords... I upheld the rules until my death..."

"I swear... that secret... has gone to hell with me."

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"Please...please...you..."

His voice grew softer and softer, eventually turning into a heavy sigh.

Black Fang's raised hands fell limply into the pool of blood.

That aged face was a mixture of extreme fear and the complex expression of relief at the moment of death.

This old ghost suddenly turned into a gradually dissipating, cold corpse.

Inside the tent, the bird stood stiffly in place.

Crimson blood dripped from the blade of the raccoon dog, falling to the ground with a chilling soft sound.

He lost.

He lost to a blind old man who couldn't even fight back, because of his own impatience.

This could have been avoided if we had been more patient and had considered this possibility beforehand.

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Kenpachi, who should have taken advantage of the end of this matter to have a good fight with Asuka, stood silently at the door.

He stared at the bird's retreating figure, his expression very serious.

Although people generally say he's crazy, only knowing how to fight and kill, and has no intelligence at all.

But Kenpachi is actually quite perceptive; he just focuses on combat.

At this moment, he clearly saw it.

The boy before them emanated a malice and brutality that seemed intent on destroying the world...

It's a ravenous wolf that wants to devour the world...

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"I'm leaving, Yachiru." He turned and left.

Yachiru leaned on Kenpachi's shoulder and tilted her head in confusion.

Knowing what she wanted to ask, Kenpachi said directly, "Right now, his mind is not on the battle at all."

"Even if a fight breaks out, it'll just be a crazy person venting their anger, it's pointless..."

"A few hours later."

The Hidden Spirit Court, inner ring.

This is the most central and prestigious place in the entire Soul Society.

Only those noble families who have lived here for thousands of years and are of high status can live here.

Deep within the inner ring road lies a vast and magnificent mansion.

This mansion is different from ordinary aristocratic residences. It does not have the kind of extravagance that is deliberately carved to show off wealth. Instead, it exudes an ancient, solemn, and even somewhat oppressive deathly silence.

Ancient defensive barriers are carved into the towering white walls, and the dark glazed tiles reflect a cold, icy light in the sunlight.

Deep within the mansion lies an astonishingly large dry landscape garden.

The white gravel was raked into neat ripples, and several strangely shaped boulders stood like isolated islands, exuding a breathtaking Zen-like atmosphere.

Beside the courtyard, in a spacious and quiet Japanese-style room, the air was filled with an extremely precious incense fragrance.

In the very center of the Japanese-style room, a huge sheet of Xuan paper was laid out.

A young man dressed in a luxurious dark purple kimono stood with his back to the door, holding a wolf-hair brush and wielding it to paint on a huge sheet of Xuan paper.

The man was tall and slender, with his long black hair casually tied back with a jade hairpin.

His movements were elegant and composed, and each turn of his wrist carried a unique charm of someone who had long held a high position.

【quiet】

He is writing.

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, revealing a hidden yet sharp edge.

Just then, the heavy paper sliding door of the Japanese-style room was pulled open from the outside with great care, yet with a hint of urgency.

A figure flashed into the room like a ghost.

The newcomer was dressed in a pure black Shinigami uniform, but he did not have any Gotei 13 insignia on his body.

The black-clad swordsman strode to a spot ten steps away from the young man, then knelt heavily on one knee on the tatami mat, bowing his head deeply.

"grown ups."

The young man didn't turn around, nor did he pause his work for even a moment.

"explain."

The man's voice was like river water flowing beneath the ice in winter.

Although it is clear, it can freeze to the bone.

"I have just received a message from the black market in the Caolu District."

The black-clad swordsman lowered his head even further and reported rapidly, "Black Fang, the information broker from District 79, is dead."

"The reason?" The young man's voice remained calm, and the brush continued to move steadily across the rice paper.

"Reporting to you, sir," the black-clad swordsman swallowed, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "According to the intelligence reports, it's because someone went to his tent looking for him."

"In a state of extreme fear... Black Fang chose to commit suicide by running into a knife."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the word "suicide," the young man finally stopped moving.

The brush hovered above the rice paper, a drop of thick ink teetering precariously on its tip.

There aren't many people who can terrify that old fox Black Fang to the point of not daring to resist and choosing to die instead...

"It seems someone asked him some questions... questions he didn't want to hear or talk about." The young man's voice finally showed a hint of interest.

He slowly straightened up, his left hand behind his back, his right hand still holding the pen, his gaze fixed on the character "静" (quiet) he had just written.

"Do you know what the visitor asked?"

The swordsman's body trembled slightly.

He knew that what he was about to say would be a huge taboo for this man who never showed his emotions.

But he dared not hide anything.

"The person who came asked...about the woman who appeared in the Xudiao District more than a hundred years ago, holding a baby...and who was wanted by the 46th Bureau."

"...That is, the matter of that lady."

Snapped!

A crisp cracking sound rang out abruptly in the Japanese-style room.

That priceless wolf-hair brush, made of the finest purple bamboo, was actually broken in two by the young man's thumb!

The thick ink, saturated with ink, went out of control and crashed heavily onto the snow-white Xuan paper.

The originally vigorous and powerful characters were instantly and mercilessly stained by this blot of black ink, turning into a shocking stain.

The black-clad swordsman felt his heart pounding in his chest, cursing inwardly why he had to be the one to report this...

He pressed his head firmly to the floor, cold sweat instantly soaking through his death outfit.

The young man slowly turned his head, coldly observing the swordsman's humble posture.

"What did Black Fang say?" he asked coldly.

"Reporting...Reporting to my lord!" the black-clad swordsman replied with difficulty, "Black Fang said nothing, he simply ran straight into the man's blade and committed suicide!"

"Didn't say a word?"

"Yes! Not a word was mentioned!"

The young man's eyes flickered slightly as he casually tossed the broken brush onto the ruined Xuan paper.

"Who is it?"

The man's tone revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

"Who is investigating this matter?"

The black-clad swordsman immediately spoke, accompanied by a quick sketch: "The spy recorded that person's appearance and spiritual pressure characteristics. The person who asked this question..."

"It was that mysterious wandering swordsman who attempted to fight the rebel Aizen Sousuke at Sōkyō Hill yesterday!"

That calamity that shattered the anti-membrane?

The young man knew about this, but his self-confidence was questionable.

What is the connection between the traveler's misfortune and this matter?

The man squinted, holding the sketch, and paced back and forth in the room...

He slowly walked to the tightly closed wooden window, looking out at the desolate, barren landscape garden: "Considering that he has been devoted to our family all these years and hasn't said anything wrong..."

"Find his sickly son who runs a general store in the East 50th ward of Rukongai."

"And his granddaughter... who should have just entered the Shinigami Academy this year, seems to be quite talented."

His eyes held no warmth, only indifference as if he regarded all living beings as worthless weeds.

"Black Tooth is down there; he must be very lonely."

Let's grant him a favor.

"Send them off as a family, so they can be reunited in peace. Be quick and efficient, so they don't suffer."

The black-clad swordsman's body trembled violently.

The order sounded cruel, but it was actually a little better than he had expected...

After all, Black Fang is a special case; he has always acted as an information broker, doing shady things for the family...

The most normal scenario would be to subject them to severe torture to extract a confession from the family, in order to see if any other information has been leaked.

A clean and tidy send-off... that is indeed a blessing.

Without any hesitation, he kowtowed deeply onto the tatami mat again, responding coldly and resolutely, "Yes, sir! I will do it immediately!"

Having said that, the black-clad swordsman quickly retreated and disappeared into the Japanese-style room.

The young man was left alone in the room once again.

He stood quietly by the window, looking at the dry landscape garden outside.

"Big sister...you really know how to cause me trouble..."

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