Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 411 Death and Death Elementary School Student

Haneda Airport, inside the waiting area of ​​Terminal 3.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, several passenger planes painted with the logos of different airlines were slowly taxiing on the runway.

The roar of the engine, filtered through the thick soundproof glass, left only a low, rhythmic hum, a beauty of human technology.

Feiniao lay on her back in a large, fully automatic massage chair, letting the mechanical tentacles rolling under the leather massage her back and neck with just the right amount of pressure.

Today, he was wearing a soft casual sweatshirt over his artificial body, and he even wore sunglasses like the vice-captain of the Seventh Division's shooting range.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary young man preparing to go on vacation abroad.

"Is your strength alright, Asuka?"

On the massage chair next to him, Shinobu Kocho was holding a steaming cup of black tea.

Today she changed into a pure white pleated long skirt, and still kept her signature butterfly hair accessory behind her head, making her look youthful and beautiful.

Girls have so many clothes, there's always a new style...

"Hmm... While it can't compare to your massage techniques, it's not bad for modern machines." Asuka didn't open her eyes, but let out a comfortable hum from her nose.

Some time has passed since that turmoil that attempted to overthrow the Spirit Court.

Because the entire branch of the Tsunayo family had died, leaving only the seriously injured new head of the family, Tokina, they were no longer investigated for providing illegal materials to the Kasumioji family.

The new forty-six chambers were gradually filled, and the order of the Soul Court was barely able to function.

Before Kiryuki left, she found Asuka and announced the Spirit King Palace's decision.

"Speaking of which, the people in Squad Zero are really making a mountain out of a molehill..." Asuka slowly opened her eyes: "I'm not some villain who cuts everyone he sees, is it really necessary to be so cautious?"

Yes, although the Zero Division eventually released him, they imposed many restrictions on him.

First of all, Asuka is not allowed to freely unleash her Zanpakuto in London; more precisely, she is not allowed to reveal that she is a Shinigami.

the reason is simple.

Although London is nominally the western branch of Soul Society, that is only in name.

As the easternmost authority, the Lingting not only lacked jurisdiction over matters in London, but also had a somewhat tense relationship with London due to their completely different power systems and social structures.

Although the two governing bodies in the East and West share the same origin, due to their vast differences in ideology, they have maintained a fragile balance of mutual non-interference for thousands of years.

The militant faction within the Western Sub-Bureau is extremely sensitive to the incursions of the Grim Reaper from the Eastern Sub-Bureau, sometimes even viewing it as a serious provocation against their jurisdiction....

Shinobu Kocho put down her teacup and adjusted her posture: "The adults' concerns are valid. If you were to get into a conflict over there as a Shinigami, you might accidentally trigger a war between the two sides."

"Sigh..." Asuka shook her head helplessly: "If we are so restricted in everything we do, can we really achieve our goal?"

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"So that's why the monk with the real name called you got this for you."

With a suppressed laugh, Butterfly took out two flawlessly forged passports and identity documents from her bag and handed them to Flying Bird.

Feiniao took it and flipped through the certificate, which he found somewhat absurd.

Mr. Aska, Special Advisor to the Natural Dragon Administration.

"...Is this thing really reliable?"

"I don't know. The master said that once we get to London, the head of the flute ensemble under the Bureau will come to contact us. Let's give it a try," Butterfly replied with a smile.

The flute ensemble... I don't even know what kind of department that is...

"Hopefully, the person I'm in contact with is a straightforward guy..."

Feiniao casually stuffed his passport into his pocket and closed his eyes again to rest.

Just as the two were discussing their upcoming trip to London, the commotion from another corner of the waiting area inevitably reached Fei Niao's ears.

"No, no! Mitsuhiko, you guessed wrong! The answer to this riddle isn't a sunflower!"

A vibrant young girl's voice rang out.

Following the sound, the birds looked and saw a small, seemingly lively group sitting in a circular waiting area a dozen meters away.

The speaker was a girl with short brown hair and wearing a headband.

She was dressed in a designer casual outfit, holding a crossword puzzle book with a smug look on her face, pointing out the possibilities to a few elementary school students in front of her.

That's Sonoko Suzuki, the second daughter of the Suzuki family.

"How could this be!" The freckled boy, Mitsuhiko, looked utterly frustrated, scratching his head in annoyance. "Based on the clues, the sunflower is the most logical candidate, given its plant attributes and sun-facing characteristics!"

"I mean, Sonoko-neechan, did you misread the answer?"

A slightly chubby boy named Genta next to me was stuffing potato chips into his mouth while muttering indistinctly, "I'm more interested in whether there will be premium eel rice on the plane than solving riddles..."

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"Genta! Can't you think of anything other than eel rice?!" Ayumi, the girl, stood with her hands on her hips, angrily scolding her companion.

Then, she looked at Sonoko with expectant eyes: "Sonoko-neechan, please tell us the answer!"

Seeing the expectant looks from the group of noisy children, Sonoko was clearly pleased and laughed triumphantly.

This vacation to London was paid for out of her own pocket by the heiress of the Suzuki Group.

Besides the noisy group, a middle-aged man with a small mustache and wearing a slightly wrinkled suit was sprawled on the sofa, holding a horse racing newspaper in his hand, looking impatient.

"Seriously, why does a great detective like me, Kogoro Mouri, have to go to London with a bunch of kids...?"

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"I should have kept quiet about the detective gathering; now I'm going to be in so much trouble..."

"Dad! Stop talking! Sonoko kindly invited everyone to London, can't you be a little nicer?" Ran Mouri sighed helplessly, then gently covered a little boy in the seat next to her with a blanket.

"Conan, are you alright? Is the air conditioning in the waiting area too strong?" Ran touched Conan's forehead worriedly. "Oh dear, you still have a bit of a fever... If I had known your cold was this bad, I wouldn't have brought you out this time."

The sickly-looking little boy wearing black-rimmed glasses is none other than Conan Edogawa.

However, at this time, this Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era was clearly in very poor condition.

He huddled under the blanket, looking completely exhausted, his face flushed an unnatural red. He showed no reaction to the noise from the Junior Detective Club and appeared listless.

"It's okay, Sister Xiaolan... cough cough... I took my medicine, and I'll be fine after a nap on the plane..." He opened his eyes and forced out a reassuring smile for Xiaolan.

The bird watched the group from afar, and with its extraordinary hearing and intuition, it easily picked up the conversation.

"What a vibrant bunch of modern humans," Asuka thought to herself.

Just as Asuka's attention lingered on the Mori family.

His senses suddenly felt as if they had been gently pricked by a cold, fine needle.

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