Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 97 The Surging Horde of Ghosts

As night fell, Mount Tao was shrouded in thick fog.

This wasn't the light, damp fog commonly found in the mountains; it was more like a heavy, oppressive gray fog, as if lead powder had been sprinkled into the air.

The bird, who was sitting cross-legged indoors, had not yet noticed this strange phenomenon.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing began to change.

Through his continuous experimentation, he can now skillfully switch between the two breathing techniques of fire and wind, fusing them into his own storm.

Now, he felt the scorching airflow rushing into the deepest part of his lungs through his trachea, and then spreading to his limbs using the power of Thunder Breathing, quietly experiencing the changes in his body.

Crackling sound.

In the stillness of the night, a faint, dark red spark flashed at the tip of the bird's nose.

That was the resonance between his highly compressed spiritual pressure and the Thunder Breathing Technique.

"I see..." Asuka opened her eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in her dark pupils: "Looks like it's time to go back."

With these insights gained over the past few days, he has basically grasped the true meaning of Thunder Breathing.

Although he was still far from reaching the pinnacle, his goal was not to train the Breath of Thunder, but to find the commonalities among different breathing techniques.

"Next, all I need to do is consult Tomioka and Himejima, and that should solve it..."

A nauseating, foul-smelling spiritual pressure was coming from all directions, carried by the mountain mist.

The aura of a ghost.

Moreover, it wasn't just one or two.

The bird instantly became alert, grabbed the raccoon dog, and rushed outside.

Standing in the middle of the sand, he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, feeling the intense malice surging around him, and was puzzled.

How can there be so many ghosts?

Although he wasn't an expert in demonology, he knew that demons wouldn't act on such a large scale; they all had their own territories and ways of behaving.

Could it be... Muzan's command?

"Old man, wake up," Feiniao whispered into the house.

"Tsk, what are you doing so late at night? I'm already asleep!" Kuwajima Jigoro's voice came from inside the house, carrying a hint of annoyance at being disturbed from his sleep.

As the door opened, the old man's sleepy eyes sharpened like an eagle's the instant he sensed the malice in the air.

Although he had lost a leg and had been retired for many years, his instinct as a pillar was ingrained in his bones.

In the shadows of the thick fog, menacing figures slowly emerged.

They tumbled down from the treetops and crawled out from behind the earthen slope; a rough count revealed that there were more than fifteen of them.

Sangdao frowned deeply: "Although their auras are not strong, what's with the sheer number? Momoyama's location is extremely secluded; no evil spirits have ever infiltrated it in all these years."

These demons weren't top-tier in strength, most of them barely even reaching the threshold of the Lower Moon, but their steps were perfectly synchronized, and their goal was extremely clear—they were coming for Kuwashima Jigoro.

"Hehehe... So it was here after all..." A three-eyed demon emerged from behind the old peach tree, drool dripping from its mouth. "That retired Naruto... Oh? And an unexpected bonus, a young swordsman?"

"Kill them! Lord Ghost Moon will reward you!"

The ghosts let out sharp roars, and the stench instantly filled the entire courtyard.

Kuwashima Jigoro snorted coldly, tossed aside his cane, and placed his right hand on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade at his waist: "I may be old, but I'm not old enough to let you scum run rampant in my yard!"

"Old man, you should rest." Asuka stepped forward and stood in front of Sangdao.

The moment the words left his mouth, the raccoon was drawn from its sheath.

Clang—!

"Complete Collection: Breath of the Storm"

Asuka didn't use any complicated sword techniques; he just wanted to try out the lightning burst techniques he had just learned in the past two days.

Step out.

boom!

The stone bricks beneath their feet shattered instantly, and the bird's figure transformed into a blur that was impossible to detect with the naked eye.

He could only achieve this speed before by gathering spiritual pressure at his toes.

Before the three demons at the forefront could even see the enemy's location, their vision began to spin.

Puff puff!

Three ugly heads flew up together, and because they were moving so fast, the cut surfaces of the wounds even floated in mid-air before they began to spray black blood.

"What?!"

The remaining evil spirits stopped in their tracks in terror.

They had never seen such brutal swordsmanship before. The wind pressure generated by the serrated blade as it sliced ​​through the air was as if countless unseen beasts were tearing at them wildly.

"Holy crap! It's Pillar!"

They were only ordered to kill the old man, how could there be such a strong swordsman!

The bird's figure disappeared again.

He weaved through the horde of ghosts, each swing of his halberd slicing out a spray of foul-smelling ghost blood.

Some ghosts were cut in half at the waist, some had half their bodies torn apart, and some had their throats ripped apart by serrated blades while screaming in agony.

In order to test the effects of Thunder Breathing to the fullest extent, he did not choose to directly sever the demon's head; this action, in fact, made him seem somewhat like a demon himself.

Even so, these weak demons are basically unable to withstand the devouring power of the monstrous beast, and they will die screaming even if they are only cut in half.

This scene was utterly unbelievable to Jigoro Kuwashima: "Are all young people like this nowadays? Shouldn't we old folks retire...?"

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Less than three minutes.

Of the dozen or so originally arrogant and domineering evil spirits, only one remains alive.

Its legs had been severed at the root, and it was frantically crawling in the mud with its hands, trying to escape the hellish scene created by the bird.

Asuka walked up behind it, the tip of her Zanpakuto pressed against its back.

"No...don't kill me..." the ghost trembled, its eyes filled with extreme fear.

"Don't joke around. I'm definitely going to kill you; it's just a matter of whether it's a quick death or a painful one." Asuka coldly sank the tip of her knife slowly into its skin. "Who gave you the information? How did you find this place?"

"I don't know... I really don't know..."

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The monstrous spiritual pressure surged into his body, causing the demon to scream incessantly, and his psychological defenses quickly and completely collapsed.

"It was... it was Lady Nakime who teleported us to the foot of the mountain using her biwa! I really didn't mean to come here!"

Kuwashima Jigoro puffed out his beard and glared, "What is Nakime? A demon? Why is she targeting a useless old man like me?"

"Because...because of that newly ascended Demon Moon!" It seemed to finally recall crucial information, and hurriedly reported, tears streaming down its face, begging to be spared the torment of the monstrous spiritual pressure: "That newly joined master! That master who inherited the Breath of Thunder! He told the Master in the Infinite Castle that the Thunder Pillar is the last foundation of the Breath of Thunder, and that if you are killed, this lineage will be severed..."

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The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Kuwashima Jigoro's hands began to tremble violently, and his pupils became bloodshot with extreme shock.

"Who is the person you're talking about...?" The old man's voice was terribly hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of his lungs.

"His name is... his name is Kaigaku!" the demon spat out viciously, a sense of triumphant revenge washing over him. "He's the new Upper Moon Six! He not only wants you dead, but he'll turn the entire Mount Momo into a graveyard! This bastard dared to trick us into coming here to die... you must kill him! Hahahaha!"

puff!

Without any hesitation, the bird severed its head with a single stroke.

He turned his head and looked at Kuwashima Jigoro.

Mingzhu, who was known for his quirky humor and was somewhat like an old rascal, seemed to have aged decades in an instant.

His already hunched back collapsed completely, and he swayed precariously in the cold autumn fog.

"Hongyue...

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Sangdao murmured the name, his eyes revealing not anger, but a bottomless despair and sorrow.

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