Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 355 Class B, Grade 1, Kinpachi-sensei

"Sorry to bother you, Coach Ohara, and colleagues."

Sakamoto Kinpachi bowed slightly, holding several rolls of old film reels he had asked someone to find in the modern world, a gentle smile on his face.

"I overheard some discussion about Asuka outside the door." He walked to the long table, his gaze lingering on Asuka's file. "If you don't mind, I'd like to volunteer to be the temporary homeroom teacher for Class 1-B."

"Furthermore, I want to have a serious talk with this problem student."

"Kinpachi-sensei?" Ohara Mugoro was somewhat surprised: "You've only just joined the company, so you might not understand that child's special circumstances."

"He's not like the human children you taught; he's more like..."

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"Coach Ohara, isn't it precisely because he's special that he needs a special way of being communicated?"

The teacher, named Kinpachi, had a serious look in his eyes: "You think he's uncommunicative because you've been trying to impose the rules of death on him."

"You're trying to teach him how to be a proper Gotei 14 member, trying to make him understand the basics of Soul Society."

"But you've forgotten, he's not just a pure Grim Reaper, he's a [Death Agent]."

"In some ways, he's still a human being."

Kinpachi gently placed the film in his hand on the table: "If you can't learn to read, you can be taught slowly. It doesn't matter if you can't master the Demonic Path."

"I don't think any of that matters. What he needs most is not to learn how to fight; he's already a perfect warrior."

"What he needs is to find meaning in protecting this world as a substitute for Death."

Ohara Mugoro stared into Kinpachi's calm eyes, carefully considering his words.

Kinpachi looked at Ohara Mugoro, his eyes becoming unusually firm: "Leave him to me, I believe he will be of help."

After a long silence, Ohara slowly nodded.

"Since you're so confident, then give it a try. After all, it's an order from the Spirit King's Palace..."

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"But Kinpachi-sensei, you need to be careful. After all, he's a powerful swordsman comparable to the thirteen captains..."

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"Don't worry," Kinpachi smiled. "I'm a professional teacher."

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The next day, early morning.

The melodious chimes of the Shinigami Academy echoed above the white buildings.

Inside the classroom of Class 1B, the students were already sitting neatly in their respective seats.

Although everyone was at the restless age of youth, the classroom was unusually quiet, with only hushed whispers echoing throughout.

The reason was simply because of the young man sitting in the last row by the window.

Birds.

He was still wearing the Shihachi uniform that Shinobu had modified, which made him look even more upright and slender.

His originally messy short hair had grown long, and he casually tied it back with a strip of cloth.

He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the thick "History of Soul Society" in front of him.

If someone unaware of the situation saw this, they would surely praise him as an extremely hardworking and diligent student.

But only the students sitting near him knew that Asuka had been staring at that page for a full twenty minutes.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and a desperate struggle lurked in the depths of his eyes.

too difficult.

The bird sighed silently in its heart.

Those densely packed, tiny characters looked like a swarm of twisted black insects to him.

He knew the knife, he knew how to cut, he knew life and death.

But when these words were combined into the obscure and difficult history of the Seireitei, he was completely baffled.

Although with Shinobu Kocho's intensive tutoring, he could understand some of the words intermittently, he still found it difficult to fully comprehend the contents of a page.

"What...am I doing here?"

Asuka looked at the falling leaves outside the window and thought of Hayama and Arashizaki Tesshin, that stubborn old man.

Why doesn't Hayama offer academic classes?

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Just as Asuka was falling into deep self-doubt, the classroom sliding door was pushed open.

The history teacher who was supposed to teach the class did not show up. Instead, a middle-aged man carrying books and several strange discs walked into the classroom.

Good morning, students.

Teacher Jinba walked up to the podium, put his things down, picked up the chalk, and quickly wrote his name on the blackboard.

"I'm the new teacher, Kinpachi Sakamoto."

"Starting today, I will be temporarily serving as the homeroom teacher for Class B of the first year."

"Also, for today's morning class, we won't be going into the general history of Soul Society. Instead, we'll be covering something lighter: human anthropology."

A small commotion broke out in the classroom.

The souls in Soul Society do not necessarily come from the same time and space.

Some people die in the distant past, while others die in the bustling modern world.

There are also some souls who are born and raised in the Soul Society, for whom the human world is a distant and mysterious place.

"I know that most of you have only heard about the present world from books or from other people."

Kinpachi snapped his fingers, and several shikigami at the back of the classroom immediately flew forward and pulled down the blackout curtains on the windows.

The classroom darkened.

Then, Mr. Jinba activated the metal lump on the podium.

With a slight whirring of gears, a beam of light shone onto the white screen in front of the blackboard.

"That's the latest spirit particle projector developed by Urahara Store. It can play images from the present world," Kinpachi explained with a smile, then pressed the play button. "Today, I want to take you all to see the place where you might go to carry out soul burial missions in the future."

"Go and see what it looks like now."

The light and shadow flickered.

With a soft rustling sound, images appeared on the screen.

Initially, the image was in black and white.

It was an extremely old street with wooden bungalows and muddy paths.

Commoners dressed in coarse cloth kimonos walked by carrying loads on their shoulders, while policemen with katana at their waists patrolled the street corners.

Upon seeing this scene, Asuka's eyes flickered slightly.

"This is the present world long ago," Kinpachi-sensei's voice calmly echoed in the darkness. "Back then, humanity lived in a world that appeared peaceful on the surface, but was actually rife with undercurrents..."

As Mr. Jinba narrated, the gears of time spun wildly on the screen.

Trains roared past, puffing out white smoke, and huge factories rose from the ground, with reinforced concrete replacing fragile wooden houses.

War, reconstruction, development.

The moment the image switched from black and white to color, the entire Class B of Grade 1 gasped in disbelief.

An aerial view of a modern city appeared on the screen.

Skyscrapers hundreds of meters high pierce the clouds, and cars converge on the wide asphalt roads, forming rivers of light.

People dressed in novel modern clothes, holding glowing mobile phones, walked in groups of three or five on the brightly lit streets.

They wore relaxed smiles, children chased and played in the square, and young lovers embraced by the fountain.

Tranquil, bustling, and safe.

"This...this is the real world?!" A student from a noble family couldn't help but stand up, his eyes wide. "Those towering buildings were built by humans without spiritual power?"

"Nothing is impossible." Looking at the shocked faces of the students, Mr. Kinpachi said, "This is a miracle they built bit by bit with their knowledge."

"If you have the chance, you can ask the senior Grim Reapers you know if the mortal world they guard is as beautiful as it is."

Teacher Jinpachi paused for a moment.

His gaze pierced the darkness and landed on the last row of birds.