Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 417 The Piper's Contact

With the case solved, the atmosphere in the cabin finally eased.

Although the swindler, Souya Mochishiro, was cleared of suspicion, he did not express his gratitude to Asuka.

For him, this farce was utterly insignificant.

He merely glanced at the birds with curiosity, then silently raised his hand and pulled up the sunshade of the porthole.

He gazed at the night sky once more, lost in the quiet solitude, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

However, it was the blue-haired youth, Machiri, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, who took the initiative to bring a glass of red wine to Asuka.

"What brilliant reasoning, sir." Machiri wore a perfect smile, but her eyes gleamed with an unusual light. "Not only is she meticulous, but... she can see through things that ordinary people cannot."

The bird looked at him too, and their eyes met.

"You..." Asuka looked into those red pupils, sensing the strange spiritual power surging within them.

He thought about Shinobu Kocho's words, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

There's no need for that. Let him do whatever he wants, just don't cause trouble.

"It's just that I have good eyesight." Asuka looked away. "But you seem to be enjoying the show."

"No, it's just a little bit of fun on a boring journey."

Marchi raised his glass in a polite gesture: "If there is an opportunity, I hope to meet you in London and have a more in-depth exchange."

"No thanks, I'm not a very sociable person," Asuka replied casually.

Their minds were clearly not on this insincere small talk.

Machiri was testing whether Asuka recognized her, and she was also genuinely curious about Asuka's current level of strength.

Asuka, however, was mostly trying to convince herself not to cause trouble, so as not to cause problems for others.

After exchanging a few meaningless words, Machiri wisely smiled and left, returning to her seat.

After another long flight, accompanied by a tremendous roar, the plane landed smoothly in rainy London.

The cabin door opened, and London police officers who had been waiting on the tarmac quickly entered the cabin.

Local police officers led a team to handcuff the secretary, who had already given up resistance, and took her away. They also conducted a brief investigation and handover of the scene.

The turmoil was thus quelled.

Passengers, carrying their luggage and each with their own thoughts, disembarked one after another and went their separate ways.

Kogoro Mouri, carrying Conan who still had a fever, chatted with the police officers.

Shiro Soya and Machiri got into a black luxury car that was already waiting outside the VIP passage and drove into the rain and fog of London.

Asuka and Shinobu walked out of the airport's arrival hall side by side.

The sky over London was overcast, and the air was filled with a smell of fog and soot.

And then there's the ever-present, shadowy aura of alien creatures.

"Is this the taste of dragons?" Shinobu Kocho asked curiously.

Feiniao shook his head uncertainly, stretched, and scanned the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers.

Soon, at the edge of the crowd, he spotted two young girls who stood out from the hurried travelers around them.

The girl on the left has dazzling blonde hair tied in energetic pigtails, and is dressed in a stylish and beautiful way, even exuding a dazzling aura like an idol star.

She was chewing gum irritably, idly fiddling with a strangely shaped horn in her hand.

The girl on the right has long, straight, smooth black hair and is holding a sign with a blank expression. She looks like a cute, innocent girl.

[Looking for Mr. Aska]

"It seems our people have arrived." Asuka pointed in that direction and led Shinobu Kocho in that direction.

After they stood in front of the two girls and showed their identification.

The blonde Nini Spongol spoke first: "I said... you're the special advisors sent from above?"

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping between Asuka's modern hoodie and Shinobu's smiling face, her heart filled with doubt.

"It seems so," Shinbashi, with his black hair, replied indifferently from the side. "The detector shows that the surrounding magic is fluctuating abnormally because of his presence."

Nini pouted and blew a bubble in annoyance: "What are these old men in the higher-ups thinking? Our flute corps is already short-handed enough, and now they have to spare energy to be a guide for some special advisor?"

"...They assign us these kinds of lousy jobs, the pay and working hours are completely mismatched."

Despite their complaints, Nini and Shinbashi, as professional witches, maintained a relatively professional attitude.

"Since it's an order from above, we can only follow it. After all, there's overtime pay." Xinqiao put away the missing person sign, stepped forward, and nodded slightly in greeting: "Nice to meet you both."

"I am Noel Newbridge from the London Wildlife Conservation Authority's Piper Ensemble, and this is my partner, Nini Spongol."

Shinobu Kocho gave a gentle smile and bowed slightly: "Hello, I am Shinobu Kocho, and this is Asuka."

"I'm afraid I'll be causing you both trouble for the next while I'm in London."

"Alright... No matter if you're advisors or some big shot, since you've been entrusted to me, I'll protect you." Nini turned around, gesturing for the two to follow.

"This is Outer London, and there are ordinary people everywhere who can't see that kind of thing."

"And what we are taking you now is the entrance to Inner London."

"Stay close, it would be too tragic if we got lost and eaten by the black dragon as soon as we arrived in London."

The four of them walked through the bustling airport terminal and headed towards the rainy streets of London.

What they didn't know was that just after the bird's feet left the airport jet bridge and stepped onto the soil of London...

The other side of London.

Space underwent a slight distortion, and time became slightly disordered.

Things that shouldn't exist here squeezed out from the cracks of time and space.

Gradually, I became one with this world.

The clock tower is the core of the Magic Association.

In a spacious but somewhat oppressive office, the air was thick with the smoke of cigars.

The current monarch of the Clock Tower's Modern Magic Department, El-Melloi II—Wave Velvet—sat behind the large mahogany desk with a furrowed brow.

His slightly messy long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

At this moment, Weber's fingers were rapidly flipping through the mountain of reports and documents piled up on the table, his brows almost knotted together.

"These observation data...are they real? They seem like they were filled in randomly while drunk," Weber muttered, taking a deep drag on his cigar.

On the upper right corner of the desk is a group photo that shows obvious signs of age.

In the photo, a young Webber appears awkward and inexperienced, pushing a noble magician in a wheelchair.

The man had blond, slicked-back hair, an arrogant expression, and was also very thin, which made people feel a little sad.

It was the former Lord El-Melloi, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.