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

Chapter 717 seems to contain such a detail.

The second floor of the museum features a long corridor leading deeper into the museum.

Ichigo and his group were running after Ryuki.

"Hey, Ryuki! Are you sure this is the way? The road ahead looks like it's cut off!" Ichigo shouted, looking at the floor that had suddenly disappeared ahead, with a dark abyss below.

Renji retorted, "Idiot, you can tell it's an illusion at a glance."

He bypassed the crowd and went straight to the front.

"Look at me!"

"Since the lava is an illusion created by a heating device, then this so-called abyss must also be fake. As long as we stride across it..."

His voice was full of confidence, his steps were firm and powerful, and with a push of his feet, he leaped into the air and jumped forward.

"Just watch."

Renji landed right in the middle of the abyss, but the expected feeling of solid ground did not come.

"Huh?" For a moment, Renji's expression froze, followed by a feeling of weightlessness.

"Wow ah ah~"

With a piercing scream, Renji's figure vanished from everyone's sight and fell straight down.

A moment later, a dull thud came from below, like a heavy object falling to the ground... no, not just like, it was exactly like that.

Then came Renji's furious roar: "Damn it! Why is this the hall?"

Standing on the edge of the abyss, Ichigo, Ishida, and Tatsuki looked at each other, and an awkward silence filled the air.

Soul, riding on Ishida's back, laughed so hard he almost fell over: "Pfft, hahaha! That red-haired idiot! He's killing me with laughter!"

Ichigo's lips twitched, and he put one hand to his forehead: "That idiot... he actually jumped down."

Ishida Uryu analyzed, "That idiot said the hall is downstairs, so this must be in front of the railing of the second-floor corridor."

Before Ryuki could take the lead, Ishida slowly and tentatively stepped into the deep pit and stood directly on it.

He glanced back at the two of them, took two more steps forward, rubbing something in the air with his hands, and soon touched the railing.

"Sure enough, this is a guardrail."

Ishida stopped in the middle of the pit, his hands resting loosely in the air.

Ichigo's eye twitched: "In other words, if it's a normal test, it's easy to find out."

Ishida nodded slightly: "That's right. Illusion is a combination of illusion and reality. The other party's methods are very sophisticated. They guessed that we would lower our guard after we experienced the illusions a few times."

"...No, I think she just wants to mess with us." Long Gui was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but complain.

Ichigo stood before the railing and looked down, but it still appeared as a bottomless abyss. Although he knew that the hall was below, he could not see Renji.

"Can you get that idiot out of the water?"

"As long as he's not stupid, he should be able to get back..."

Before Ishida could finish speaking, a gust of wind came from ahead, and a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Ichigo. Then, because he didn't jump high enough, he tripped on the second-floor railing, making a dull thud, and then fell towards Ichigo in front of him.

"Hey, hey..." Ichigo's pupils contracted, and his body instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but he still couldn't react in time.

"Pfft~"

With a dull thud of flesh hitting flesh, Ichigo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by the back of his head hitting the ground.

"Ouch! My back! My back!"

Renji was sprawled out on Ichigo, his leap reaching the second floor, but he hadn't expected it to be too short, and his toes had tripped on the edge of the invisible railing.

"You bastard... Get off me!" Ichigo's forehead veins bulged as he kicked Renji to the ground, then sat up, rubbing the back of his head, and angrily said, "Are you trying to murder me?!"

Uryu Ishida pushed up his glasses and stared expressionlessly at the two Grim Reapers wrestling on the ground: "What an ugly sight."

Ichigo and Renji turned around simultaneously: "Who are you calling ugly?"

Long Gui rubbed his forehead: "In a sense, these two are a perfect match."

"Who's the perfect match for him?!" the two shouted in unison again.

……

Monitoring room.

Seeing this scene, Lillian couldn't help but set off two cannon salutes.

"I told you my illusion magic was flawless, didn't I?"

"This woman went too far!"

Especially when Ishida analyzed her methods, he couldn't help but nod wildly, leaving behind the two people, Zang and Zhiba, wiping away sweat.

Tibetan Zhiba: No, it should be said that it was a lucky accident.

……

While Ichigo was having fun, Ikuko, who was returning home, also ran into trouble.

She hadn't originally planned to come over; she just happened to notice Ryuki and followed out of concern, also to check on Ichigo and the others.

Now that Long Gui's condition has been confirmed, she naturally has no interest in watching any longer.

Yuko had just returned home when she received another message from Kisuke Urahara.

"Come on."

She immediately replied with a forced smile.

"Is your house a parliament building? Coming here again? Why don't you come here?"

Yu Zi casually tossed her phone onto the bed, picked up her clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Halfway through her wash, she heard a commotion downstairs.

……

A short while later, on the sofa in the living room on the second floor of Yu Zi's house.

Yoruichi was squatting on the coffee table, leisurely licking her paws.

On the sofa, Kisuke Urahara saw Ikuko come out, put down his teacup, and waved to greet her.

"Oh, Yuko, you've finished showering?"

As he spoke, he scratched his head sheepishly.

"I'm so sorry, I saw you were in the bathroom, so I made myself a pot of tea."

"Want a drink?"

Beside him were the entire Urahara Store staff, including Tessai, Jinta, and Koyu.

Yuko was still steaming from her shower, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her dead fish eyes radiated a chilling coldness.

If looks could kill, Kisuke Urahara would have died a thousand times over by now.

She had almost forgotten that there was a tunnel on the first floor of her house leading to Urahara's store. Although she couldn't think of any other use for it besides peeping, this guy really knew how to be annoying.

Yu Zi sat down to the side with a cold face, suppressing her anger: "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say."

"Pfft~"

A soft thud was heard, and Kisuke Urahara scratched his head sheepishly.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Yoruichi turned to look at him: "You really do step on landmines like crazy."

Yuko said calmly, "No, in fact, I'm in a fairly optimistic mood right now."

Jin Tai swallowed hard and couldn't help but mutter, "Really?"

He clearly felt a sharp, murderous intent.

"Ahem, just kidding." Kisuke Urahara coughed twice, then said seriously, "The Soul Society has closed the passage between the two worlds."

Yuko frowned slightly: "And then?"

Kisuke Urahara's expression turned grave: "This means they've also noticed Bount's unusual spiritual pressure fluctuations."

Yuko crossed her arms: "What does this have to do with me?"

Kisuke Urahara's expression froze: "Weren't you full of enthusiasm just a while ago?"

"Full of enthusiasm?" Yu Zi was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was referring to her attitude towards Bavent, and a vein throbbed on her forehead.

"Didn't you bastard say you wanted the Bounts to be a whetstone for Ichigo and the others, so they could better deal with Aizen's actions?"

Kisuke Urahara was silent for a moment, then touched his hat with an innocent look on his face: "...Ha, haha, it seems that's how it is, huh?"

"If it weren't for you, you idiot, I would have scattered their ashes long ago."

Kisuke Urahara was taken aback at first, but Yoruichi on the table was the first to react, looking up at Ikuko: "You, you've already found their location?"

“No.” Yu Zi said matter-of-factly, “I sensed it once or twice before, but I didn’t pay attention to it.”

Kisuke Urahara's lips twitched, revealing a speechless expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but then heard Yuko say something.

"Their concealment methods are quite good. If they remain in their current state, it will be difficult to detect them unless they take action."

Kisuke Urahara narrowed his eyes slightly: "Bankai?"

“That’s right. My Bankai is enough to cover the entire Karakura Town. As long as they’re still in this city, they absolutely can’t escape my eyes.” Yuuko raised her eyes. “How about it? Want me to set your location?”

"Hmm~ That would be best if it could be like that." Kisuke Urahara rubbed his chin. "Even if it's a trial, we should at least keep the initiative in our hands."

Yu Zi lowered her eyelids slightly: "You really are shameless."

Kisuke Urahara smiled slightly: "Because, Ikuko wouldn't want to see humans in the present world get hurt, would she?"

"Don't try to intimidate me with your moral high ground. Compared to you Grim Reapers, I'm far more benevolent." Yu Zi stared at him coldly for a long time.

Kisuke Urahara made an exaggerated gesture, clutching his chest: "It suddenly feels like I've been pricked by a needle."

Yoruichi: "..."

It seems they still have a lot of opinions about Seireitei.

Yuko glanced at the mischievous Urahara Kisuke, said nothing, and simply drew her Zanpakuto, which had been hidden in the void, with a casual gesture.

She hasn't been able to unleash her Bankai since her battle with old man Yamamoto.

On one hand, Bankai isn't something you can just use casually like instant noodles. On the other hand, it really takes a lot of physical strength.

Back in Soul Society, if I hadn't absorbed the power of Sogyoku, it's hard to say whether I could have defeated that old man Yamamoto.

However, she felt it should be fine, considering she had been holding back during the fight. If she fought freely, she could definitely defeat the old man instantly.

Yuko gripped her Zanpakuto in her right hand, a faint glint in her eyes, and her lips parted slightly:

"Bankai: Butterfly: Disorder of the Mortal Realm".

Did they use the name "Liberation"?

Yoruichi and Kisuke Urahara both narrowed their eyes slightly.

According to Yuko, the liberation after reciting the true name will result in a more significant increase in the strength of the ability.

As the Zanpakuto's true name was released, a dark ripple emanated from Ikuko, penetrating buildings and people, and spreading in all directions, quickly engulfing the entire Karakura Town.

Kisuke Urahara carefully sensed the surroundings and asked curiously, "If it's within this range, to what extent can you achieve it with your power?"

Yuko glanced at him and said calmly, "In terms of scope, my abilities are indeed not as good as the level of Yamamoto's Evaporation World."

“But within my own little territory, even if he came, he would have to kneel down.”

Kisuke Urahara sweated: "That's a really simple and easy-to-understand explanation."

"But this can't be considered a small plot of land."

Yu Zi didn't continue arguing with him and closed her eyes slightly.

As her eyelids closed, darkness enveloped her vision, but her perception suddenly rose, as if a god were looking down upon Karakura Town. Her gaze came from the distant sky, and the hustle and bustle of Karakura Town vanished in an instant.

Kisuke Urahara fell silent, his expression becoming slightly grave.

It was truly an exaggerated area; not in terms of scope, but in terms of perception, he could hardly sense anything unusual.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might have been being monitored without even realizing it.

Fortunately, this ability does not belong to the enemy.

Before Yuko's eyes was a bird's-eye view, and it was the first time she had expanded her perception to this extent.

Now, you must sense the strange spiritual pressure in the city.

Even the most skilled concealers are rendered helpless against this power.

In her eyes now, the entire town of Karakura holds no secrets whatsoever.

A tiny spot of light appeared in Yuko's eyes; it was the soul of a human being.

Some are as faint as candlelight, while others are as blazing as torches.

This symbolizes that different people have different levels of spiritual power.

Among these flames, there were some that stood out conspicuously.

From the direction of the museum, several astonishing spiritual pressures rose almost skyward, enveloping the entire building.

The spiritual pressure wasn't actually that exaggerated, but in Yuuko's eyes now, it was magnified infinitely.

This feeling was like having access to a completely transparent area with a full view of the map, allowing her to easily spot anomalies within it.

Soon, Yuko located the unusual spiritual pressure in the city.

Its spiritual pressure intensity was comparable to the light of death, a level that could be detected with a single glance, making it quite conspicuous among a cluster of candlelight.

There were even captains among them...

It's really a trash rank; anyone can reach the captain level.

These spiritual pressures were indeed as she had sensed before, different from those of Shinigami, Hollows, and even Quincy.

However, what surprised Yuko the most was that among those strange spiritual pressures, there was actually a standard Shinigami spiritual pressure, which was close to that of a captain.

Is he an undercover agent or a traitor?

Forget it...

"……found it."

Less than a few seconds later, Yuko opened her eyes.

"So fast?"

Kisuke Urahara was somewhat surprised. Although he knew that Ikuko's Bankai was very powerful, he was still a little surprised by the efficiency of her search.

Yuko scoffed, "Do you think my perception is as useless as yours?"

"..."

This guy gets all worked up whenever these things are mentioned. Is it because he thinks I don't care about the lives of other humans?

Kisuke Urahara could probably guess why Ikuko disliked him.

Using Bounts to train Ichigo and the others is certainly fine, but Bounts could very well pose a threat to ordinary people.

Even if they make ample preparations, they may not be able to stop it 100%.

For Yuko, who was overly attached to life, this was like dancing in a minefield.