Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Kurosaki Ichigo's anger was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it, but he still stubbornly retorted.

"Who, who's scared!"

He was genuinely scared.

From childhood to adulthood, he was most afraid of Aunt Yu Zi, especially the things she did to him from elementary school to high school, which left a deep impression on him.

"Isn't it scary to look at this?" Kisuke Urahara added fuel to the fire with the others, "Don't you think so? Even their voices have become shrill."

Yu Zi yawned and stretched: "I think your words were a bit too sharp."

Upon seeing this, Ichigo Kurosaki visibly froze.

Kisuke Urahara looked at Ikuko with amusement: "So, what do you say? Want to play around?"

Yu Zi waved her hand dismissively: "Forget it, I'm not interested. You guys can have fun by yourselves."

Hearing Yuuko's straightforward refusal, Urahara Kisuke wasn't surprised. He simply gave Ichigo a meaningful smile, obscuring half his face with his fan: "Oh dear, what a pity~"

"Ichigo-kun, it seems your Aunt Yuko isn't interested in you. Can you relax now?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's lips twitched violently.

What do you mean by "Are you relieved now?" Every word this guy says is like stirring up trouble!

He did feel relieved, but Urahara's words made him feel stuck in his chest, unable to vent his anger.

No, no, no, isn't there a perfect punching bag right here?

"Die! You despicable, unscrupulous merchant!"

Using Rukia's name, Ichigo gripped the broken sword, which was now almost entirely just a hilt, and slammed forward with lightning speed, aiming an upward slash at Kisuke Urahara's face.

Although he hasn't awakened his Zanpakuto yet, after being reborn, Kurosaki Ichigo's spiritual pressure has clearly reached a new level, making him no less powerful than the captains of the Gotei 13.

However, this strength was still far inferior to that of Kisuke Urahara.

"Oh my, that's quite a sight." Kisuke Urahara chuckled, dodging Ichigo's thrust with a slight sidestep. He casually tapped his cane upwards, causing the scabbard to fall off and revealing a slender blade.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out. Ichigo's powerful slash was easily deflected by the slender staff-sword. The immense recoil traveled back up his arm, making his hand go numb.

"Is that all?" Kisuke Urahara's voice carried a hint of mockery. "That thing in your hand is more like a piece of scrap metal than a knife, isn't it?"

During the battle, Ichigo Kurosaki inexplicably calmed down and was not greatly affected by Kisuke Urahara's trash talk. Perhaps he had been listening to Ikuko's trash talk so much that he had developed a certain resistance to it.

Kisuke Urahara's offensive became fierce, and he used the length advantage of his sword to slash at Ichigo, forcing the broken-blade Ichigo to retreat continuously.

Before Yuuko could speak, Yoruichi, bored, lay on top of her head, ruffling her hair, and said indifferently, "As expected, I have no interest. Isn't this just one-sided bullying?"

Yuko was speechless: "Do you think Ichigo is too powerful, or do you simply underestimate Kisuke?"

“Of course, the second one.” Yoruichi yawned boredly. “Isn’t it easy to take out those small fry?”

Yuko rolled her eyes: "You're insulting Kisuke too much."

Ichigo's years of fighting experience, as well as his understanding of Aunt Yuko, made him dare not underestimate this cunning businessman in front of him.

Rukia said that Aunt Yuko's strength is among the top in Soul Society, so this cunning businessman who can get along with Aunt Yuko must be more than he appears on the surface.

Ichigo's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is that... a Zanpakuto?"

Although it looks very slender, like an ordinary weapon.

"Heh, I thought you were the kind of guy who would just stupidly run into me." Kisuke Urahara said, casually swinging his sword while adjusting his hat brim to prevent the wind pressure from flipping it off. "That's right, this is a genuine Zanpakuto."

Kisuke Urahara used his full strength to force Ichigo Kurosaki back, holding his sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"Wake up, Hong Ji."

In a flash of red light, the Zanpakuto transformed into a uniquely shaped sword with a straight blade, a U-shaped guard, a slightly curved hilt, and a red tassel at the end.

"Shikai?" Ichigo gritted his teeth. This guy is definitely not an ordinary person.

“That’s right, every Zanpakuto has a name.” Kisuke Urahara stood still and pulled down the brim of his hat. “What about yours, Ichigo-kun?”

"What's the name of your Zanpakuto?"

Ichigo, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, chuckled and said, "Who knows? Maybe he'll be called something like 'useless old man'."

The look was somewhat cool, but it didn't hold up to close scrutiny; he looked exactly like a homeless middle-aged man in a park.

Yu Zi raised her hand and suggested, "Why don't you give it a try? Maybe you really will be called 'Useless Uncle'. Anyway, it doesn't cost any money to try."

Ichigo turned around and roared, "How could I possibly scream?!"

"Didn't you say that first?"

Before Ichigo could say anything more, a gust of wind came from beside him, and he instinctively picked up his broken blade and held it in front of his chest.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you getting a little too complacent?" Kisuke Urahara said, suppressing Ichigo. "You're still in the mood to complain to others while fighting me."

Despite feeling immense pressure, Ichigo stubbornly retorted, "You're not very famous."

"Pfft~ cough cough." Yoruichi almost burst out laughing, and quickly coughed twice to maintain her male voice, "Hey, Kisuke, you seem to be making a fool of yourself."

"Oh dear, I guess I've really been underestimated." A hint of helplessness appeared in Kisuke Urahara's eyes. "Although I don't think anything of what you said, it wouldn't be good if others misunderstood."

"If everyone thinks I can't even defeat a Shinigami who can't unleash his Shikai, then my reputation is ruined." Kisuke Urahara tightened his grip, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

Beads of sweat rolled down Ichigo's cheeks, but his lips remained firm: "Public opinion? There's no such thing as public opinion, is there?"

Kisuke Urahara remained unmoved and said calmly, "Benhime is not someone you can block with a broken sword like yours."

Under immense pressure, Benihime's blade became embedded directly into the broken edge.

The broken blade was sliced ​​open, leaving Ichigo with no choice but to retreat and flee.

hateful!

Why was my Zanpakuto destroyed so easily?

The same thing happened the last time I ran into that guy.

"Didn't I tell you?" Kisuke Urahara's voice rang in his ears, indicating that he had caught up. "Your spiritual power hasn't gathered at all; it's just swelled up into the shape of a knife."

"In the end, it's just a bubble."

As Kisuke Urahara finished speaking, his Zanpakuto severed Ichigo's gauntlet, leaving only the hilt of the Zanpakuto standing.

"I can't bear to watch anymore." Yoruichi covered her eyes with a pained expression.

With her eyes covered, Yuko said speechlessly, "If you can't stand it, can't you cover your own eyes?"

Shen Tai stared at the two of them with a blank expression.

Why are you two so relaxed? Isn't this a very serious matter?

"I'm warning you, if you continue to fight me with that lousy Zanpakuto, I will definitely kill you." Kisuke Urahara exuded a faint spiritual pressure.

This guy means business.

"hateful!"

Ichigo gritted his teeth, having exhausted all other options.

He had absolutely no idea what the name of his Zanpakuto was.

"Too gory, let's avoid it."

Yuko reached out and pressed Yoruichi's claws against her eyes, then turned and walked back.

Yoruichi turned around and looked behind her, her eyes widening slightly. She quickly called out to Yuuko, "Hey, idiot! Turn around now."

Yuko stopped and looked back: "I can't see anything."

Night's face darkened as she tried to pull her paw away, but couldn't: "Let go of my hand!"

"Oh."

Yuko released Yoruichi's grip and saw Ichigo standing still, motionless in the face of Kisuke Urahara's approach, as if he had given up resisting.

"You should be able to hear my name now..."

The unseen Zanpakuto spirit stood shoulder to shoulder with Ichigo Kurosaki, facing Kisuke Urahara who was charging forward.

"my name is……"

Ok?

Sensing the change in Ichigo's aura, Kisuke Urahara immediately came to a complete stop.

"Zangetsu!"

The spiritual pressure released from the Shikai of the Zanpakuto spread out, raising a huge cloud of dust.

Yoruichi ruffled Yuuko's hair: "What's going on now? Use your invincible eyes to take a look."

“I already told you, this thing can’t see through everything.” Yu Zi ignored her shoving.

As the dust settled, Ichigo Kurosaki was seen holding a brand-new Zanpakuto.

"Is that... a Zanpakuto?"

Yoruichi narrowed her eyes: "Like Yuuko's, there are no hand guards."

“I could actually have one too.” Yuko suddenly pulled out her Zanpakuto and completed her Shikai without any chanting.

The originally unguarded, dark purple Zanpakuto now has an oval-shaped guard where the hilt and blade meet.

Yoruichi was shocked: "Is this even possible?"

"Then why have you been..."

Yu Zigeng said straightforwardly, "Because I am a sword master, I must be distinguished from ordinary experts, right?"

"He's this strong even without gauntlets, he must be even more powerful with them..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yoruichi slapped her across the face with a dark expression.

"What kind of excuse is that, you bastard!"

Yuko smiled and sheathed her Zanpakuto: "Well, the design of that sword is really nice though."

"Not bad...?" Tetsuzai sweated. "I feel like the previous one was better, right?"

This looks more like a poorly forged, substandard item.

The handle looks like a half-finished product that hasn't been fully processed yet.

Yu Zi said straightforwardly, "Such a big cleaver must be very powerful for cutting vegetables."

Yoruichi slapped herself across the face again, complaining, "Is that the reason?!"

Yuko didn't reply, and turned to leave.

"Hey, aren't you going to watch anymore?"

Yu Zi said calmly, "They've already begun to unravel, what's there to see?"

"How about we go upstairs and make some late-night snacks? By the way, how much should we make? We've been starving for three days, surely we can eat the whole building?"

We can't really unleash our full power and prevent Ichigo from completing the test, can we?

The test was already over when he repaired and released his Zanpakuto.

Yoruichi was taken aback. This guy was doing this for...

What do you take him for?

"big eater."

"……Reasonable."

Sure enough, before Yu Zi could finish cooking the late-night snack, the group of people came upstairs.

Yuko blinked as she looked at the large cleaver on Ichigo's back: "Does that mean it's a permanent type of Shikai?"

Kisuke Urahara, holding a hat with a gap in it, said calmly, "It seems that's indeed the case."

Ichigo looked puzzled: "Permanent Shikai?"

“Heh heh, don’t we all have to chant our Shikai?” Yuuko patted the Zanpakuto at her waist. “Like my Muzono no Cho and Kisuke’s Benihime.”

"Under normal circumstances, the Shikai of a Zanpakuto requires chanting."

Kisuke Urahara continued, "But there's another special type, which is the kind that stays permanently after its first Shikai."

"So that's it."

Yuko coldly retorted, "But speaking of which, Ichigo, don't you really dream of becoming a chef?"

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

Although he hasn't figured out what he wants to do in the future, why did he become a chef?

Yu Zi pointed to the large cleaver on his back: "It's such a waste not to use such a good cleaver to cut vegetables."

Ichigo's eye twitched.

Yuko was just making a casual joke and quickly moved on: "Anyone want some ramen I cooked?"

Kisuke Urahara quickly raised his hand: "Me, me, me, I'm exhausted after all that trouble."

"hehe."

The group then had a period of leisure because they needed to prepare the portal for smuggling people across the border.

……

"So why did you invite me to the fireworks festival?" Yuko asked Ichigo, looking speechless. "Don't you know I'm a very busy teacher?"

Ichigo nodded to himself: "Indeed, they didn't even go to training just to see me make a fool of myself."

"Since I'm going to skip it anyway, I might as well not go in the first place. I've already prepared the props." Yuko pulled a spray bottle with a cute duck on the pump from her bag.

Ichigo's lips twitched. "They're really well-prepared."

"Ichigo!!!"

In the distance, Keigo rushed over, and upon seeing Ichigo, grabbed him by the neck and pulled him aside.

"You actually managed to convince Ms. Yu Zi! Well done! Well done!"

"What kind of yukata will the teacher wear?"

Ichigo waved his hand: "No, it seems she hasn't prepared anything."

"What?!" Qi Wu clutched his head in anguish.

Yu Zi's lips twitched; she finally understood why he insisted on dragging her along.

"Hi!"

Nearby, Ryuki and Orihime, with bandages wrapped around their arms and one arm in a sling, joined the others along with Chad.

"Long Gui, what happened to your hand?"

"After finishing the quarterfinals, I went to buy juice and got hit by a car. I barely managed to defeat my opponent in the semifinals with my left hand. My opponent in the finals was a woman who looked like a gorilla, and I lost."

Yu Zi's face twitched twice: "In a way, you really are a superman."

It's still a pity for ordinary people.