Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 435 The Dream Gradually Becomes Clearer

Inside the guest rooms of the flute ensemble's residence.

Asuka was sitting alone on a single sofa by the window, resting her forehead on one hand.

Last night's attack caused a ruckus all night, with countless mages turning the entire city of London upside down in an attempt to find any possible remnants of the fairy tale dragon.

As for the bird, he was also on high alert all night, always guarding the window and observing any potential dangers in the outside world.

Fortunately, no abnormalities were found in the end, which relieved everyone.

Asuka slowly closed his eyes, vigorously rubbing his throbbing temples, trying to relieve the excruciating pain that felt like it was about to crack his skull from the inside.

My headache, which had been getting better, came back after last night's commotion.

At first, he thought it was just because the laws of the two worlds were different, causing some kind of rejection reaction to the spiritual power in his body.

After all, considering the mixed nature of the power within him—containing the spiritual pressure of a death god, the chaotic evil of this world, and the Thought Bead he recently consumed—perhaps some of his power clashed with this world.

But as time went on, Asuka felt more and more that something was wrong.

This inexplicable headache and irritability didn't stem from any restlessness within the body; it felt more like a tremor in the soul itself...

It was as if countless invisible and intangible threads were wrapped around his soul, circle after circle.

Every inch of air here, every fluctuation of magic, subtly tugged at those threads, triggering a resonance deep within his soul.

The appearance of the Dark Dragon caused the threads to tremble even more violently, become even more sensitive, and cause an even more intense headache.

"They say the black dragon was born from contact with negative human emotions... Is that why it reacted so strongly?" Asuka wondered, rubbing her head.

"Asuka, does it still hurt?"

Soft footsteps stopped beside her, and a steaming cup of calming tea was placed on the round table in front of Asuka.

Shinobu Kocho gently placed her hand on Asuka's tense shoulder, trying to massage his stiff muscles.

"...It's alright." Asuka took a few deep breaths. "It's just that I feel like there are a lot of things running around in my head, and I'm constantly feeling uneasy."

"Is it the magical field in London that's making you uncomfortable?" Shinobu Kocho frowned slightly. "You've looked terrible ever since we entered. If you're feeling uncomfortable, we could actually..."

"Not yet." Asuka interrupted her, her eyes filled with stubbornness. "We've only been here for two days, and we haven't even started looking for clues about Tokihime yet. We can't back down now."

He patted Shinobu Kocho's hand: "Don't worry, this level of headache won't kill me."

"You're always so stubborn," Shinobu Kocho sighed helplessly.

But seeing the unwavering light in Asuka's eyes, she knew she couldn't persuade him otherwise.

She walked to the side and tidied the bed: "In that case, why don't you take a nap?"

"Captain Trompo and his team will be busy searching for the Fairy Tale Dragon this morning, but they'll arrange for someone to take us to visit the Natural Dragon Sanctuary this afternoon so we can relax a bit."

"Um.

""

Feiniao responded and picked up the calming tea on the table, drinking it all in one gulp.

He wore only a thin undergarment and slipped into the soft bedding.

Shinobu tucked him in, drew the curtains, and dimmed the lights in the room, leaving only a wall lamp emitting a faint blue glow.

"Get a good night's sleep, Asuka. Call me anytime if you feel unwell."

With the sound of the door closing softly, the room fell into complete silence.

Only the low, rumbling flapping of wings of the patrolling dragons of London echoed through the streets in the early morning, coming from outside the window.

The bird closed its eyes, trying to clear its mind and stop thinking about the headache and dizziness.

Let your consciousness begin to fall.

After an unknown amount of time, the bird felt itself landing on a soft and warm cotton field.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a huge, classically styled library.

The towering mahogany bookshelves were densely packed with all sorts of heavy parchment scrolls and beautifully bound magical books.

Sunlight streamed down through the tall stained-glass dome, creating countless colorful beams of light in the air, with dust particles dancing up and down like sprites within them.

He realized that he was dreaming, and it was a lucid dream that he hadn't had in a long time.

In the center of this tranquil space sits a large oak table.

Two people were standing next to the table.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a white beard and wearing a hat shaped like a horn.

Although he seemed to have lost some of the kind and approachable old man's demeanor, his small eyes, which shone with wisdom and cunning, made Feibiao recognize him at a glance.

This must be what Trombó Tacne, the captain of the flute corps, used to look like.

Standing opposite Trompo was a woman.

When the bird's rays fell upon the woman, his heart skipped a beat.

She had long, dark green hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, the strands shimmering softly in the sunlight.

She wasn't wearing the British-style uniforms of the London witches, but a very familiar black shihaka outfit.

Over her shihaka outfit, she wore a large, light green kimono coat, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements.

"Tokihime..."

'

A name involuntarily surfaced in the bird's mind and was silently uttered between his lips.

Asuka instinctively held her breath, trying to see the woman's face clearly.

It was as if the rules of the dream were deliberately hindering him.

The woman's face seemed shrouded in an ever-present, impenetrable mist; no matter how hard a bird tried to focus its gaze, it could only see a blurry, soft outline.

Even though she couldn't see her face clearly, the aura emanating from that woman gave Asuka an unprecedented feeling of warmth and security...

"Captain Trombo, what do you think of the way this magic circuit is constructed? If we incorporate the concept of spirit particle compression from Hado magic, would it enhance the penetrating power of this incantation?"

A woman's gentle voice echoed in the library.

She was holding a quill pen with a magic crystal embedded in the tip, rapidly drawing intricate diagrams on a huge sheet of parchment.

Trompo leaned closer, examined it carefully, then his eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and laughed, "Oh my! What a brilliant idea!"

"Combining the Shinigami's spiritual pressure control techniques with the magic of sorcerers... Tokihime, you witch from the East, you always bring me unexpected surprises!"

"You flatter me. I'm just searching for the universal truth in this wondrous world." The woman lowered her head slightly and let out a soft laugh.

Seeing this scene, the bird felt a strange mix of sorrow and longing.

He unconsciously took a step, wanting to move closer to the long table.

He wanted to dispel the fog and truly see the woman's face.

I want to ask her who I really am.

However, the eeriness of the dream became apparent at this moment.