Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 85 Komashi

Ever since the day his head was chopped off, Akaza has felt that something is wrong with his mind.

Although he has never preyed on human women, he particularly dislikes the doma who eats women.

But he couldn't really explain why.

Perhaps it was some subconscious influence, or perhaps he simply disliked the smell of women; in any case, he had absolutely no appetite when faced with the corpses of human women.

Now, the situation is even more serious.

During his search for the Breath of Wind Nurturing Center, he hunted as he went, searching for traces of the Demon Slayer Corps.

One day, as he was about to kill a man who was standing in front of his lover, he heard a woman's voice in his ear.

[Komashige, stop doing this!]

Who is it? How could they appear beside me without a sound!

He looked around in terror, but couldn't find any trace of the woman.

Akaza's murderous intent dissipated upon hearing the woman's voice, so he let the couple go and fled into the mountains.

Similar situations occur from time to time.

When he eats people, he hears the woman crying; when he trains and practices boxing, he hears the woman praising him.

Who could it be? It's so late at night, could it be a ghost?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, even Akaza himself laughed in exasperation.

It claims to be an evil spirit, but it is not the same as the wandering ghosts and spirits rumored in human society. It can only be considered a more advanced predator.

Ultimately, it's still about living things.

"Should we ask Lord Muzan if ghosts really exist in this world?"

"Don't be silly, Komashi. How many years has it been? If there were heaven and hell, Buddha and gods, you would have been punished long ago."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

Akaza, walking through the woods and talking to himself, felt his mind becoming increasingly erratic.

boom! !

He simply punched his cochlea, hoping that the regrown one would be better, but the situation did not improve.

Now, Akaza's fist is only inches away from Rika; if he wanted, he could instantly shatter the woman and the boy behind her.

But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Damn it, that black-haired swordsman has messed up my head!" Akaza roared in dissatisfaction, unable to explain what had happened to him.

Komashita, you're not like this! Don't keep making this mistake!

Go home! Go home!

"Enough! Who is Komashi here? I am Akaza! Upper Moon Three! Akaza!!"

"Ugh—!!!"

He roared and unleashed the Destructive Kill: Shattering Style: Thousand Leaf Flash Willow!

boom-!!!

This punch landed on the ground of Yeshan Breeding Center, directly shattering half of the mansion!

Broken tiles and rubble flew everywhere, and Inosuke and Rika, who were nearby, were even blown away.

Kenichi and the others hurriedly dragged the unconscious Arashizaki-sensei away, while some children, not even as old as Inosuke, stood in rows between the teacher and Akaza, holding long swords and pointing their trembling swords at him.

"Don't destroy our home!"

"Get out! You demon!"

Akaza's forehead veins bulged as he clenched his iron fists, ready to beat these arrogant brats to death with each punch.

But the next moment, he felt a sudden dizziness.

boom! ! !

Akaza felt himself being thrown heavily to the ground, with a clear blue sky in front of him.

It's daytime? Impossible!!

He panicked and scrambled to his feet to avoid the sunlight, but after taking a couple of steps, he realized something was wrong.

He looked at his muddy, somewhat thin hands.

It wasn't burned by the sun... How did that happen...?

"Haha! You've got real talent, young man! Want to come to my dojo?" A middle-aged man in a white martial arts uniform laughed heartily at Akaza. "Come on, give it a try! I'm Keizo from the Soryu Dojo!"

"Go to hell!" Akaza didn't even bother to listen and threw a punch at him.

Qingzang wasn't angry; he assumed a ready-to-fight stance: "Then let's undergo a complete transformation, young man."

boom! !

My vision spun again, but the person in front of me was no longer that middle-aged man.

Akaza realized that he had been bumped hard by the kid wearing the boar head mask and fell backward.

This is unbelievable... Keizo... Why does that name sound so familiar?

Akaza, who had fallen, braced himself with his hands and quickly flipped himself up, looking at the crowd in front of him.

Kenichi stood before his disciples, holding the old Nichirin sword his master had once used, and roared resolutely, "Demon! I will be your opponent!"

One by one... they're just little brats who can't even master a proper breathing technique, yet they dare to dream of killing me with their broken swords? Akaza found it utterly absurd.

Haha, everyone is weak at the beginning, and can only grow slowly with the protection of others.

One day you'll become stronger too, and then it'll be your turn to protect others, right?

Akaza instinctively swung his fist behind him, only to find no one there.

clang--!!

In a moment of distraction, Akaza suddenly felt a sharp pain.

That damned wild boar boy just wouldn't give up. Now, he and the woman were slashing their own necks with three swords in quick succession!

"Are you two stupid?" Akaza was genuinely angry. He couldn't understand what these two weak humans were doing at all. "You're not marked swordsmen, and you don't have burning Nichirin Blades. What makes you think you can cut me down just by standing here and letting me chop you down?"

"That's hilarious!"

He threw a punch, his fists transforming into a shower of afterglow under the weight of his suppressed emotions, clashing with the Nichirin Blade with a resounding clang!

But whenever he decided to strike with deadly force and punch the boy in front of him through the body, there was always a force pulling his arm, preventing him from throwing the punch.

Stop fighting, Komashi! Why do you keep fighting?

"Isn't that obvious? How can you become stronger without fighting? How can you reach the highest realm?"

"...But why do you want to become stronger?"

"Lianxue, what are you saying? If I don't become stronger, how will I buy medicine for Father? How will I protect the dojo? How will I protect you..."

'

Hoo—!

Akaza suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, as if his brainstem had been punched hard, and he uncontrollably staggered back several steps.

In an instant, countless memories rushed in.

He finally remembered what he had been fighting for...

Akaza, or rather... Komashi.

He was originally a teenager who stole chickens and dogs every day to earn money to buy medicine for his sick father. Even after being tattooed with a criminal's mark and beaten so badly he couldn't get up, he never cared about other people's opinions or the judgment...

To avoid becoming a burden to him, his father hanged himself... This almost drove Komashi to despair. If it weren't for Master Keizo of the Soryu Dojo taking him in and teaching him martial arts and the principles of being a good person, he probably would have completely lost himself.

Years later, he fell in love with his master's frail and sickly daughter, Komashita, and the two became engaged. Komashita also vowed to be a good person and protect his lover and his master's dojo.

But all of this was destroyed by human jealousy and malice.

Master and Lianxue were poisoned to death by people from the kendo dojo next door. Enraged, he brutally killed 67 people, almost turning into a demon.

That night, he was transformed into a demon by Muzan and lost all his memories of being Komashi.

Unable to contain his shock and fear, Kisara looked tremblingly at his hands, stained with centuries of blood: "What... terrible things have I done...?"

Inosuke's sword slashed down again, but this time Akaza did not retaliate.

He simply let the sun-driven blade slash at his body, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds, using the physical pain to numb the bitterness in his heart.

"Does someone like me still deserve to see you...?"

"...I'm afraid I'll only end up in hell...I'm sorry, Lianxue...I'm sorry, Master..."

"I didn't keep any of those promises..."

'

*Crack!* Inosuke's Nichirin Blade finally cleaved Akaza's neck. Just as he was about to unleash his Exploding Fang to saw him off, Akaza suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Inosuke's Nichirin Blade, and stared blankly at the boar's head mask.

The look in his eyes was extremely complex.

Regret, self-blame, resentment, shame.

There is also anger over the fact that minds have been manipulated for centuries.

A brilliant idea suddenly arose in my mind.