Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 429 The Warming Feelings

The two embraced quietly for a while, enjoying the tranquility.

"Oh, right!"

Shinobu suddenly pulled away from Asuka's embrace, as if she had remembered something important, her eyes sparkling: "I went to London today specifically to buy you a present!"

"A gift?" Asuka was taken aback.

Shinobu turned and walked to the door, picked up a huge shopping bag with a logo printed on it that she had just placed at the door, and mysteriously handed it to Asuka.

"Open it and see if you like it."

Feiniao took the bag with a puzzled look and took out an exquisite dust cover from it.

Unzipping the zipper revealed a well-tailored, high-quality dark gray three-piece suit.

In addition to the suit jacket, vest, and trousers, he also wore a dark-patterned silk shirt and a dark red tie.

"Clothes?" Asuka frowned slightly as she looked at the outfit in her hand. "Why buy something like this? It's such a hassle to wear."

He's currently using a 1:1 replica of Urahara's phone to travel around London, and he doesn't have many ideas about clothing; he just wears whatever Shinobu gives him.

Anyway, when it comes to actual combat, I always go into battle in my Shinigami form, but I just want to be more relaxed and comfortable in other situations.

In his eyes, this tight-fitting formal attire was nothing short of a torture device that bound his body.

"You don't understand, Mr. Asuka."

Shinobu covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then stretched out her slender finger and gently touched the fabric of her suit.

"Look at these witches and sorcerers in London, whether it's Captain Trombo of the Piper Band or Brad of the Sabre Band just now."

"They all wear very sophisticated British-style uniforms or formal wear, whether for work or when meeting guests."

"Since we are special advisors representing the Eastern Bureau, we can't just wander around in these casual hoodies all the time, can we? That would be too embarrassing for the Seireitei."

"And..." Shinobu blushed slightly, her voice becoming much softer, "I'd also really like to see what Asuka-san looks like in this outfit..."

"He must be...very handsome."

Upon hearing Shinobu's last words, Asuka's words of refusal caught in her throat.

He looked at Shinobu's expectant eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Okay... I'll give it a try."

Feiniao took the clothes and went into the washroom.

A dozen minutes later, the door to the bathroom was pushed open.

When Asuka walked out in that dark gray suit, even Shinobu Kocho, who was already used to Asuka's appearance, couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Buddhas are adorned with gold, and people are made by their clothes.

This statement is perfectly exemplified in the case of the bird.

This custom-made suit seems to have been grown on him, perfectly fitting his body's curves.

His broad shoulders made the suit stand out perfectly, and the cinched waist accentuated his strong physique. His long legs looked even more powerful in the trousers.

The dark red tie didn't make him look old-fashioned; instead, it added a dangerous, ascetic air to his cold, handsome face.

At this moment, Asuka, dressed in a haute couture suit, exudes elegance and composure, radiating a fatal attraction that commands everything.

"How is it? Doesn't it look stupid?"

Feiniao tugged at her tight collar somewhat uncomfortably, feeling awkward all over.

He tried moving his arm and found that although the fabric was elastic, the range of motion in which he could swing the knife was indeed greatly limited.

"No...not stupid at all."

Shinobu Kocho snapped out of her daze, two blushes rising on her face.

She walked quickly to Fei Niao, reached out her hands, and gently straightened the knot of his tie and smoothed out a wrinkle on his shirt collar.

"Mr. Asuka looks really... really good in this outfit." Shinobu Kocho looked up, her eyes seemingly shimmering with spring water.

The two were so close that Asuka could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from Shinobu Kocho.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, Asuka's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his previously awkward mood calmed down.

"Speaking of which..." Asuka suddenly realized something and looked at Shinobu Kocho with some confusion: "I didn't go to London with you today, so how did you know my clothing size?"

"This dress fits so well, it's like it was tailor-made."

Upon hearing this question, Shinobu Kocho paused slightly in her movements.

Her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe apples, and her eyes looked away in a flustered manner.

"Well..."

Butterfly kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on Asuka's chest, her voice barely audible: "...Mr. Asuka, you've been injured so many times, who changed your dressings and bandaged your wounds every day?"

"Who mended and cleaned your blood-stained, tattered shihachi uniform, stitch by stitch?"

Shinobu Kocho looked at Asuka with slightly reproachful eyes, a shy yet bold smile appearing on her lips.

"Every muscle in your body, every scar, even the frequency of your heartbeat and the rhythm of your breathing... I have already engraved them firmly in my heart."

"...How could I possibly have bought the wrong size?"

The bird felt its cheeks burning, and a surge of heat rushed straight to the top of its head.

That usually cold and ruthless face now showed a suspicious blush.

Looking at the woman before him, who seemed gentle and quiet but occasionally revealed a mischievous side, he felt an irresistible urge welling up inside him.

"You bastard..."

Asuka grabbed Shinobu's small hands that were playfully touching her chest and pulled her into her arms with a little force.

He lowered his head, looking at those moist lips so close to his face, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Just as the two were getting closer and closer, and could even feel each other's warm breath.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

The doorbell was rang repeatedly, interrupting their intimate moment.

Immediately afterwards, the door was violently pushed open with a bang.

"Hey! Uncle! Stop being all lovey-dovey in your room! Something terrible has happened!"

Nini rushed into the room, panting, holding a specially made communicator that was flashing red lights wildly, without even knocking on the door.

Asuka and Shinobu separated as if they had been electrocuted.

Shinobu's face turned so red it was almost bleeding. She turned around in a panic, pretending to tidy up the tea set on the table.

"You...you'd better have a good reason for why you didn't knock." Asuka squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, the veins on her forehead throbbing.

This time, however, Nini was not intimidated by Asuka's murderous aura.

Xinqiao, who followed her in, also had a solemn and serious expression.

Nini raised the communicator, her voice trembling with tension: "Just now, we received the highest-level red alert from the Horntop!"

"What happened?" Seeing the two of them looking so tense, Asuka realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Just ten minutes ago, a major riot broke out at First Dragon Ranch, located on the outskirts of London."

"The tens of thousands of white dragons kept there suddenly went into a frenzy! They not only broke through the magical fences of the ranch, but even began to devour each other!"

"Eat each other?" Asuka frowned. "Isn't the White Dragon a docile and beneficial beast?"

"This is the most terrifying part." Even though Xinqiao remained calm, fear flickered in his eyes.

"According to the last video footage sent back by the ranch guards... the magic power within those originally docile white dragons was distorted after they devoured each other."

"They... are massively corrupting into dark dragons!"

"And..." Nini swallowed hard, her voice trembling violently, "The director, who's already on his way, just said in the communications that those corrupted dark dragons..."

"They've started drinking the blood of their own kind!"