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

Chapter 649, the chapter on Zanpakuto, isn't there one right here?

Yuko's words acted like a tranquilizer, allowing Masaki's tense nerves to relax slightly.

She took a deep breath and nodded, but the worry in her eyes hadn't completely disappeared. Even without the powers of a Quincy, her intuition for danger remained sharp.

Masaki said softly, "Is it a coincidence? Or has Ichigo's spiritual pressure grown to the point where he can be hunted by Hollows?"

Under normal circumstances, the Void will not attack ordinary people, and there is not much point in devouring the souls of ordinary people who have no spiritual power.

In most cases, the Void wanders around simply to find souls with high concentrations of spiritual particles, which can drag unrelated people into the mess, essentially causing unnecessary disasters.

So Masaki immediately guessed the truth of the matter.

Yuko went to the window and looked down at the street in front of the main gate. Without turning her head, she said, "That's probably it. This guy seems to have caught a whiff of Ichigo and that Shinigami."

Masaki, who had been caught up in her reaction to the danger, suddenly remembered: "A Shinigami? You mean Ichigo is now..."

"Yes, we can already see the Grim Reaper and the Hollows."

When Ichigo was nine years old, he encountered a Hollow disguised as a Hollow, which he shouldn't have been able to see. Although he had the ability to see ordinary souls, the spiritual energy of a Hollow was on a completely different level from that of an ordinary soul.

It was because that Hollow disguised itself and weakened the strength of the disguised spiritual particles that Ichigo was able to see it.

Masaki clenched her fists and clasped them to her chest: "I see. As expected, that child inherited his father's talent."

boom! ! !

"what!"

At that moment, a loud bang came from downstairs, as if the whole building shook, followed by Xia Li's painful wails.

"Xia Li!"

Masaki's heart tightened, and she quickly walked towards the window.

Yuko stood by the window, silently making way for half a body: "Don't worry, that Grim Reaper is already in position."

Masaki knew perfectly well that with Yuuko around, nothing unexpected would happen.

But her concern for her daughter still made her go to the window and look downstairs.

Having lost her Quincy powers, Masaki could only vaguely see Ichigo saving Karin, who was covered in abrasions.

The lingering spiritual energy within her body allowed Masaki to vaguely see that something seemed to be existing in front of them.

Although she could no longer see clearly, there was no doubt that it was Death and Hollow.

Ichigo put Karin down, stood up, and seemed to be talking to the person in front of him.

Masaki couldn't help but ask, "Is the battle over?"

Yuko leaned against the window, propping her cheek up with one hand: "No, it feels like a third-rate Grim Reaper. Instead of focusing on fighting, he's busy explaining things."

"..."

boom!

Another loud crash came from the wall of the street, and a hole was smashed in the wall.

"Ouch, I got knocked away."

"Ah, is Ichigo going to go head-to-head with him?"

Yuko watched this scene with a hint of fascination in her eyes, and provided her own explanation, which made Masaki's heart leap into her throat, almost making Yuko's arm clench so tightly it hurt.

Okay, it's already painful from being scratched.

Yuko took a deep breath, placed her hand on Masaki's hand, and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

These words were indeed a shot in the arm, easing Masaki's tense mood considerably.

"Hey! What you want is my soul, right?" Ichigo's face was covered in blood, but his expression was unusually determined. "Fine! Then let's fight one-on-one!"

"Don't involve others!"

"Kill me if you dare!"

Masaki's eyes lit up: "Wow, so cool!"

"That kid is just as handsome as his father!"

Yu Zi couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him: "I admit this kid is not bad, but what's so handsome about that old geezer of his?"

"Yuko doesn't understand~"

"Isn't it true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"

The two were chatting when Ichigo was suddenly sent flying backward.

"Ichigo's going to get killed!" Masaki grabbed Ikuko's arm and shook it frantically.

"No, Death was killed."

"what?"

The petite female Shinigami with onion-shaped hair shielded Ichigo Kurosaki with her body, only to be bitten squarely by a Hollow, causing a large amount of blood to splatter out.

He was seriously injured, but not fatally.

But what's next?

Is Ichigo about to unleash his full power?

Judging from his posture, he doesn't seem like he can unleash his full power. Could it be that he will directly awaken the Quincy's abilities and, like his parents, stage a scene where a Shinigami falls in love with a Quincy?

No, no, no, Ichigo is not a pure-blooded Quincy; he needs to train in many things.

Isn't that the end of it?

Can't he become the Grim Reaper?

The reason why a Shinigami is a Shinigami is that he doesn't even have a Zanpakuto!

……

No need to wait, there's a Zanpakuto right here, isn't there?

Yuko narrowed her eyes slightly.

Downstairs, Rukia, sitting on the ground, struggled to lift her head, looked at Ichigo who was blaming himself, and smiled slightly.

"Do you want to save your family?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Ichigo immediately replied, "Of course I want to! Is there a way?!"

“There is one way, no, to be precise, this is probably the only way.” Rukia raised her Zanpakuto, the tip pointing at Ichigo. “That is, you become a Shinigami.”

"What? Is that even possible?"

"I will insert this Zanpakuto into your chest, and then I will transfer half of the Shinigami's power into your body, so that you will temporarily possess the power of the Shinigami."

Is this really a good idea?

"I don't know, it's because you have such high qualifications that I wanted to take the risk and give it a try..."

Rukia said calmly, "If we fail, we will surely die."

Standing by the second-floor window, Yu Zi stroked her chin and murmured, "So that's how it is, that's how it developed."

"It's in the style of a shonen manga."

"W-what development?" Masaki's attention was entirely focused on Ichigo talking to thin air, so she didn't hear clearly. "What exactly is going on?"

Yuko gazed quietly down below: "I'm sorry, Masaki, but Ichigo may not be able to continue living a peaceful life."

Before Masaki could fully understand, Yuko added inexplicably, "But it seems your son found you a daughter-in-law, although her figure is rather average, like a child."

"But his personality should be good."

She realized it was all a scene of unexpected misfortune crushing her childhood sweetheart.

She hated that Long Gui was like a block of wood.

Masaki was starting to lose track of Yuuko's logic: "What are you talking about?"

This is nothing.

“It means…” Yu Zi was about to make a joke.

"Give me a stab, Death, I agree."

"I'm not called the Grim Reaper, I'm called Rukia Kuchiki."

Yuko was stunned for a moment.

Speaking of Kuchiki, it must be the Kuchiki family, one of the four great noble families, right?

However, she was quite familiar with the Kuchiki family. She hadn't seen this child before. Was it a branch family?

It can't be Byakuya's daughter, can it?

As for why she wasn't Byakuya's wife... how could the Kuchiki family, one of the four great noble families, allow their matriarch to become a Shinigami residing in the mortal world?

Moreover, this little girl doesn't seem to have the right temperament at all.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Masaki was wondering why Yuuko suddenly stopped when she saw Ichigo seem to have been injured. Blood gushed from his chest, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Ichigo's been killed!" Masaki almost shouted.

"No, Ichigo has become a Shinigami."

Masaki breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is. I thought Ichigo was killed... Ichigo became a Shinigami?!"

"That Shinigami gave Ichigo his power through his Zanpakuto."

Did all of his spiritual power get drained when he only said half of it?

That's really tragic.

But was that Zanpakuto in that form before it went through Shikai?

That's a little strange.

Normally, only a few Zanpakuto will remain in their Shikai state after Shikai, but that only happens after Shikai has been released.

This Zanpakuto has clearly never been released in its Shikai form.

Was it because he became the Grim Reaper through abnormal means?

Yuuko didn't quite understand how to become a Shinigami; she'd never heard of doing it this way. Normally, one had to cultivate Asauchi, using his soul to forge him, before he could freely transform him into his own half.

Only those who possess a Zanpakuto can be called Shinigami (Death Gods).

Ichigo's current situation is truly challenging for her brain.

Out of line.

On the street, Ichigo, dressed in a black Shinigami outfit, roared.

"Wake up! This is what you'll get for hurting my family, you stinky fish face!"

As the illusory face charged toward Yuko, it opened its blood-red maw.

puff!

A massive line of blood cleaved Hollow I in two; its hard outer shell was as fragile as paper before the enormous Zanpakuto.

Without uttering a single last word, its enormous body snapped in two with a deafening roar, then transformed into countless spiritual particles that dissipated into the night sky.

Kill with one blow.

The whole process was clean and efficient, far superior to that half-baked, third-rate grim reaper.

To be fair, Ichigo does have talent, coupled with the physical conditioning he's received since childhood.

Yuko turned her head and said, "It's already been resolved. Do you want to go down and take a look?"

"Is it over already?" Masaki paused for a moment, then remembered that Natsumi was still lying on the ground. She quickly turned around and ran downstairs.

Perhaps due to the impact of spiritual energy, Ichigo, who had just defeated the Hollow, lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Rukia rolled up her sleeves, stuffed Ichigo's soul back into his body, and then carried it in from outside.

"Kari! Ichigo!"

Footsteps came from the stairwell, and Masaki quickly appeared downstairs.

Rukia was startled and flashed in front of Masaki, pulling out a bottle of what appeared to be pepper spray from somewhere.

puff~

Masaki fell to the ground at the speed of light.

Then Rukia was like a tireless bricklayer, moving Ichigo, then Masaki, then Karin, then Yuzu.

Finally, after healing everyone's injuries and finishing all that, he dragged his exhausted body away.

They were responsible for both killing and burying the animals, which was quite a lot.

Although she was a little curious about how a Shinigami who had lost his powers would return to Soul Society, she was more curious about whether Isshin had the money to repair the house, which was in such bad condition.

The next morning, Ikuko went to Kurosaki's house with the intention of watching the drama unfold.

The Kurosaki family was standing at the doorway, holding tools and repairing the dilapidated wall.

Looking at the hole in the wall, Yuko asked, "Was there a localized earthquake in your house last night?"

"Or were they attacked by some kind of monster?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener, and Ichigo's heart tightened.

Could it be Aunt Yuko...?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kurosaki Isshin picked his nose. "Masaki said a big truck crashed in. It was terrifying. Luckily, my wife and daughter are alright."

Ichigo was taken aback.

What exactly happened? Everyone's injuries have disappeared, and they're still treating it all as a car accident. Is this how Death handles things?

Ok?

Did that old geezer just say something really outrageous?

Kurosaki Ichigo realized what was happening and turned around, cursing, "Where's my son? Where did you put him?"

"It's lost..."

Before Kurosaki Isshin could finish speaking, he was kicked away by Ichigo, and the father and son started playing around.

Yuko watched this scene thoughtfully. It seemed that the Soul Society hadn't been completely closed off all these years; they were even able to create something so advanced.

If she wasn't mistaken, the spray was some kind of memory erasure... no, memory replacement method.

but……

Yuko looked at Masaki with curiosity, and Masaki winked at her playfully.

Ah, it seems to have limited effectiveness.

After Ichigo and his sisters went to school, the three adults began to discuss serious matters.

Yuko squatted down, speechless, holding a hammer and nails: "Why do I have to do this?"

Kurosaki Isshin chuckled and said, "Just consider it an act of kindness, and I'll help you out."

He smiled, then his expression turned serious: "I learned about what happened last night from Masaki."

Yuko scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't stop them."

It seems there was a time before when there was concern that ruining a key plot point would prevent the story from continuing normally in the future.

Yuko knew very well that both Isshin and Masaki wanted Ichigo to live an ordinary life as a normal person.

Masaki came out of the house carrying a plate of sandwiches, shook her head and said, "No, Yuuko, Isshin and I both support your decision."

"Moreover, it was the child's own will."

Hmm... she had heard that phrase before.

To be honest, are all kind people the same?

Yuko felt a warmth in her heart.

“Urahara… he told me that Ichigo has terrifying potential.” Kurosaki Isshin hesitated for a moment.

“If it is his own wish, I am willing to respect it.”

Yuko paused, stunned: "When did you...?"

Kurosaki Isshin smiled faintly: "I knew a long time ago."

Yuko remained silent for a moment, then quietly got up.

"Are you touched? No need..." Kurosaki Isshin said proudly with his eyes closed.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a sudden pressure came from above his head.

Yu Zi placed her hand on his head: "Are you trying to look cool?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Kurosaki Isshin cried out in pain. "Masaki! Quick, beat her up for me!"

"I'm really sorry, but I guess only Masaki would respect a slovenly old man like you!" Yuko snorted, picked up a sandwich, turned and left. "As a teacher, I don't want to be late."