Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 377 The Rebuilt Squad (Part 1)

During this period, besides the Captain-Commander of Kyoraku, the busiest people in the entire Soul Society are probably the newly appointed...

Or rather, the three captains who have returned.

The three members of the Masked Legion, now dressed in their white haoris again, focused all their attention on reorganizing the legion's affairs.

Taking over the demoralized team left behind by the defector and regaining the trust of the team members were the first major challenges they faced upon taking office.

However, not all transfers between squads are fraught with obstacles and estrangement.

At least in the Ninth Division, Kensei Muguruma's return went so smoothly that even he himself was somewhat surprised.

Ninth Division, Comprehensive Training Ground.

"Too slow! Haven't you all eaten breakfast?! With that little strength, you couldn't even kill a stray dog ​​in Rukongai!"

"Swing your sword a thousand times!"

Kensei Muguruma, dressed in a sleeveless Shinigami uniform, stood at the very front of the training ground, brandishing his wooden sword with a stern gaze.

His short silver hair was dazzling in the sunlight, and he exuded a ruggedness and authority like a mafia boss.

Before him, hundreds of members of the Ninth Division were shirtless, undergoing extremely rigorous sword-wielding training under the scorching sun.

"Yeah, yeah! Everyone, keep up the good work out!"

Behind Kensei is Kunan Shiro, who has now returned to the Soul Society and is wearing the golden armband of "Super Vice-Captain".

He was standing with his hands on his hips, commanding everyone with an air of authority.

Although everyone was panting and sweating profusely, no one dared to complain, and they didn't even dare to move in the slightest.

The reason is simple: this returning captain gave everyone an unforgettable management lesson on his very first day back at the Ninth Division.

Kensei did not deliver a lengthy inaugural address.

He simply gathered the entire team on the training field, then took off his shirt, revealing his well-built muscles, and loudly declared to the team: "Anyone who is dissatisfied with me, or thinks that I, a century-old deserter, am unworthy to be the captain, can draw their swords and come at me now."

"If you can make me back even half a step, I'll pack my bags and leave immediately! I won't waste your time!"

The result can be imagined.

Those young, hot-blooded players who still harbored illusions about Tosen Kaname's betrayal and tried to challenge him.

Faced with Kensei's brute strength, they were knocked down one after another like bowling balls.

Strangely enough, this simple, crude, and even somewhat barbaric approach actually suited the tastes of the men in the Ninth Division.

After experiencing the story of Tosen Kaname, who always talked about righteousness and peace but ultimately betrayed them in the most absurd way.

Quanxi's straightforward and genuine nature gave them an unprecedented sense of security.

Moreover, there are many veteran officers in the Ninth Division who have served for over a century.

When they saw the former captain of the Sixth Tank, who had once led them into battle, return, many of them even teared up on the spot.

"Huff... Huff..."

At the very front of the formation, Ninth Division Lieutenant Hisagi Shuhei gripped his wooden sword tightly, meticulously executing each swing.

His sweat slid down his cheeks, illuminating the striking [69] tattoo.

"Shuhei, you've slowed down! What's wrong? Is this all the vice-captain's stamina is?!" Kensei's gaze was fixed on Shuhei.

"I'm sorry, Captain! I can still continue!"

Upon hearing Kensei's words, Xiubing straightened his back abruptly, roared, and increased the speed and force of his sword swings once again.

Seeing Xiubing's desperate appearance, Kensei snorted coldly, but his eyes flashed with admiration as he continued his slashing training.

He deliberately created this extreme training regimen.

There's no complicated reason; he's just not good at winning people over, so he can only use the clumsy method of getting everyone to work together to get closer.

The training continued until evening.

When Kensei finally shouted "Disband!", a large number of people collapsed on the training field, the team members lying on the ground like dehydrated fish, panting heavily.

"Xiubing, come with me."

Kensei casually picked up a towel draped over a wooden stake, wiped his sweat, and turned to walk towards the captain's room.

"Yes, Captain!" Xiu Bing quickly wiped his face with his sleeve and hurried after him.

Inside the captain's room, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the tatami mats, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise somewhat deserted room.

Kensei sat down in the main seat with an air of authority, then gestured to the seat opposite him, indicating that Shuhei should sit down as well.

He picked up a can of chilled barley tea from the low table next to him, tossed it to Xiubing, opened one for himself, and gulped it down.

"Ha—that feels great!" Kensei crushed the can, tossed it into the trash can, and then stared intently at Xiubing.

"Kid, I noticed it when I got back..." Kensei pointed to the tattoo on Xiu Bing's left cheek: "What's with this 69 on your face...? Do you have some kind of weird fetish?"

Upon hearing this question, Xiu Bing's hand holding the barley tea trembled slightly.

He raised his head, his eyes, always tinged with melancholy and resilience, looking at Kensei with excitement and reverence: "Captain...you really don't remember me?"

"Huh? How would I remember you?" Kensei frowned, scrutinizing Shuhei's face. "When I fled Seireitei a hundred years ago, you were probably still playing in the mud in Rukongai, weren't you?"

"Yes, at that time, I was indeed still in Rukongai..."

Xiu Bing gently stroked the tattoo on his cheek with his fingers, his thoughts drifting back to that desperate afternoon.

"At the time, I was playing with some friends on the outskirts of Rukongai when we unexpectedly encountered a terrifying Hollow..."

"I was caught by that Hollow while covering my comrades, and I thought I was going to die."

Xiubing knelt down, burying his head deeply in the tatami mat: "Just when that gaping maw was about to devour me, you appeared."

"You cleanly and efficiently chopped it into pieces with your dagger! You saved me..."

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"I will never forget this kindness!!"

Kensei was stunned, and long-buried memories in his mind were gradually awakened.

He did remember that before he was Hollowfied, he had casually saved a pitiful Rukongai brat from the Hollow's mouth.

Unexpectedly, it was actually a weapon repairman?

"In order not to become a weak person who can only cry, and in order to be able to protect others like you, I worked hard to get into the Shinigami Academy and trained myself hard."

Xiu Bing pointed to his cheek and said decisively, "Back then, you had this 69 tattooed on your body."

The word "的" appears.

"Although I didn't understand what it meant at the time, I tattooed it on my face to commemorate you. The reason I became Death is to follow in your footsteps!"

So that's how it is...

Kensei looked at the Rukongai kid in front of him, whom he had only met once, but who had already grown into a vice-captain.

Looking at the tattoo on his face that was exactly the same as mine, I felt... a strange warmth in my heart.

The Masked Legion, burdened with the stigma of traitors, hides in the real world, even contemplating giving up several times amidst the torment of being etherealized.

He once thought that Soul Society had long forgotten them and even regarded them as a disgrace.

But he never imagined that deep within the Soul Society, in the Ninth Division—the place where he had poured countless efforts...

There was even a young boy who regarded him as a faith, branded his mark on his face, and silently followed him for a century.

Quanxi walked over, stretched out his large hand, and pulled Xiubing up from the ground.

"You little rascal..." He turned his head away and roughly rubbed his nose: "6"

...Don't talk nonsense when you go out. That's not some strange mark; it means "Six Cars, Ninth Division"!

Remember this!

"Yes, Captain!!"