Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 335 The Doctor with a Killing Intent

Shinobu Kocho watched him quietly, her eyes gleaming with an all-knowing light.

When a bird lies, its eyes always unconsciously shift slightly downwards.

That was definitely not some simple matter of encountering thugs and hooligans.

But she didn't press the matter further.

Since he's unwilling to talk about it... since he wants to bear all this burden alone, she'll just pretend she doesn't know.

No matter what he encounters, I will stand behind Asuka and support him.

"I see..." Shinobu Kocho's eyes crinkled, revealing that reassuring smile that Asuka once again said, "Really, Mr. Asuka is still so easily angered."

"Now that we've taught those thugs a lesson, let's forget about all the unpleasant things."

She took the initiative to extend her uninjured left hand and gently tugged at Fei Niao's sleeve.

"Lady Amane's sukiyaki is ready. Mr. Gyomei even specially picked out the biggest piece of Wagyu beef for you."

"If you're unhappy about something, let's talk about it after we've eaten."

Asuka looked at the small, fair hand tugging at her sleeve and felt the real warmth emanating from it.

All the violence, anger, confusion, and unease in my heart were soothed by this gentle power.

...As long as he holds the knife in his hand, as long as he hasn't fallen, he will never allow anyone to harm her.

"Mmm." Asuka gently grasped Shinobu's hand in return. "It smells so good. Let's go eat."

That night, everyone ate sukiyaki in unusual quiet, yet the atmosphere was strangely warm.

The following afternoon.

The sunlight in Rukongai was unusually bright, casting dappled light and shadow through the gaps in the leaves onto the wooden corridors.

The sliding door to the Japanese-style room was open.

Asuka was sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat, her back ramrod straight.

In front of him was a low table covered with clean white Xuan paper, and next to it were ground ink and several brushes of different thicknesses.

Beside him was Shinobu Kocho, dressed casually and appearing gentle and domestic.

She was holding a small ruler that she had found somewhere, and she sat upright like a strict and responsible private tutor.

"Mr. Asuka, your pen-holding posture is wrong again."

"Keep your back straight, keep your wrist suspended in the air, and transfer your strength from your wrist to the tip of the pen, instead of gripping the pen tightly."

Shinobu Kocho gently tapped Asuka's calloused right hand, which was covered from holding a sword for too long, with a small ruler, her tone tinged with a hint of helpless reproach: "If you use that much force, you'll tear the rice paper."

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"...This kind of soft penholder is much harder to grip than a knife." Asuka frowned slightly and complained.

Despite his complaints, he obediently followed Shinobu Kocho's instructions, slightly loosening his grip and adjusting his pen-holding posture.

"A knife is for destruction, while a pen is for creation and recording; of course they're different."

Butterfly covered her mouth and chuckled softly, leaning slightly forward to get closer to the bird.

She extended her slender fingers and placed them on Fei Niao's large hand, guiding him to slowly move the brushstrokes on the Xuan paper.

Thanks to Shinobu's insistence, the plan to help the illiterate Asuka learn to read was put back on the agenda.

"We used to be both disabled and blind, but now that we've finally regained our health, of course we have to catch up on what we learned before," she said with a smile.

"And we'll be dealing with a lot of people who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years... If we can't even write, people will laugh at us."

Feeling the soft, cool touch on the back of her hand, and smelling the faint fragrance of Shinobu Kocho around her nose, Asuka's heart stirred.

He vaguely recalled those days from the past.

It was a sunny afternoon like that in Yeshan, where the air was filled with the scent of herbs.

She patiently taught the wild boy, who couldn't even write his own name, to recognize characters.

At this moment, time formed a wondrous closed loop, spanning a century and the boundaries of life and death, perfectly merging two distinct yet closely connected memories together.

"The character here is pronounced 'go,' the 'go' of the Gotei 13. It represents the responsibility of protecting the peace of Soul Society..."

Shinobu's gentle voice rang in his ears, and Asuka composed himself, forcing himself to focus his attention on the tip of the brush and the rice paper.

The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, enjoyed this rare tranquility and peace in the quiet afternoon.

However, this calm did not last long.

Tap, tap, tap.

A rhythmic and penetrating knocking sound suddenly came from outside the yard.

The knock was barely loud, but in the instant it was made...

Asuka, sitting in the Japanese-style room, immediately felt her spiritual senses react and unconsciously became alert.

For some reason, he could sense that the person standing outside the door was definitely not an ordinary Rukongai neighbor.

It was a restless, suppressed murderous intent...

If it weren't for the Avenger class ability within me being overly sensitive, I probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

"Who is it?"

Asuka threw down the calligraphy brush in her hand, her right hand instantly pressing on the hilt of the katana at her waist, entering a fighting stance ready to strike and kill at any moment.

I just encountered that reckless informant yesterday, and now they're showing up at my door?

Shinobu Kocho was stunned for a moment, and instinctively reached for her sword as well.

But soon, she sensed that familiar spiritual pressure fluctuation and quickly pressed down on Asuka's hand, which was about to draw her sword, saying in a low but rapid voice, "Asuka! Don't be impulsive! Put away your hostility."

"Captain Korenohana!"

"Unohana? The medical captain of the Fourth Division?"

He had heard Shiba Kaien and Kocho Shinobu mention this name before; it was said to be a very gentle and kind-hearted person with superb medical skills.

But the guy outside the door, radiating a terrifying murderous aura, doesn't look like a doctor who saves lives at all!

Before Asuka could think further, Shinobu Kocho had already strode out of the Japanese-style room and respectfully opened the wooden door.

"Captain Unohana, what brings you here?"

Outside the door stood a woman wearing a white captain's haori from the Fourth Division.

Her long, jet-black hair was braided into a thick plait, which hung gracefully down her chest.

His face wore a warm, gentle smile, as comforting as a spring breeze, making it impossible to discern its true nature.

It was Retsu Unohana, the captain of the Fourth Division.

"Excuse me, Butterfly Seats."

Unohana Retsu's voice was as soft as a feather.

She nodded slightly in greeting, but her gaze passed over Shinobu Kocho's shoulder and landed on Asuka, who was standing at the door of the Japanese-style room with her hand on the hilt of her sword.

In that instant, Asuka felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched by some wild beast.

Deep within those gentle, watery eyes, it seemed as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood were churning.

The suffocating fighting spirit and killing intent flashed by so quickly that Asuka almost thought it was an illusion.

How could there be such a doctor...

"I hope my visit hasn't disturbed your rest?" Unohana Retsu smiled and withdrew her gaze, turning her attention back to Kocho Shinobu.

"Of course not, Captain! It's our honor to have you here! Please come in."

Shinobu Kocho quickly stepped aside and welcomed Retsu Unohana into the courtyard.

Although Asuka was extremely wary, at Shinobu's prompting, she silently stepped aside, sat cross-legged, and observed the woman before her.

Her spiritual pressure was contained so well that it was almost imperceptible.

But it was precisely this extreme restraint that made the bird feel an extreme sense of oppression.

"There was no spiritual pressure leaking out, yet my senses within my body issued a warning..."

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"What kind of murderous aura is this...?"

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He made his judgment in his mind.