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

Chapter 594 A truly weak Bankai

This soft muttering reached the ears of the other two people present. The fervor on Uesugi Don's face vanished abruptly, replaced by a sense of shame and annoyance at being slighted.

What he couldn't understand was why a third-seat person he'd never even heard of dared to so disregard a captain-level figure.

Although Yuko was the most powerful seat officer he had ever seen, even comparable to the vice-captain, Shujuro was now a true captain-level fighter who had mastered Bankai.

Uesugi Shūjūrō, who was at the center of the storm, had his reason completely shattered by these words.

"What...did you say?" He slowly lowered his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on Yuko.

The dark red spiritual pressure beam suddenly contracted, completely absorbed by the Zanpakuto in his hand.

The already large door-shaped sword now swelled to almost twice its original size, becoming even thicker and more rugged. Its surface was covered with irregular cracks resembling volcanic rock, and ominous black-red light surged from each crack.

It's described as a Zanpakuto, but it's more like a heavy stone tablet being lifted up.

This thing can't even be described as chopping people anymore, right?

It must be someone who gets hit.

"Swastika! Giant God Collapsing Mountain Festival!"

Uesugi Shūjūrō roared, and with each word he uttered, the ground beneath his feet cracked a little more. His spiritual pressure had completely stabilized at the captain level; in fact, the frenzy and instability of his spiritual pressure made it appear even more powerful.

Meanwhile, in a hidden basement of the Uesugi family mansion.

Yoruichi, dressed in a black outfit, stood in the middle of the room, flipping through paper documents in her hands, surrounded by several lab personnel lying haphazardly on the ground.

At that moment, the basement suddenly shook, and some debris fell from the ceiling.

Yoruichi looked up at the ceiling, her brows furrowed deeply: "What's going on... that idiot?"

This spiritual pressure level has already broken through the captain level, right?

Are there any people in the Uesugi family who are this powerful?

Yoru instinctively put away the document and wanted to go out to help, but after taking only two steps, he remembered Yuko's strength.

"Well, forget it. At this level, that idiot should be fine." Yoruichi muttered to herself, then looked down at the group lying on the ground beside her and decided to tie them up and take them away first.

On the other side, at the scene.

"Oh~ that's impressive." Yu Zi clapped her hands happily, making it seem like the two were good friends.

This effortless attitude infuriated Uesugi Shūjūrō.

It's one thing to mock you when your spiritual pressure level is lower than his, but now that he has Bankai, you're still mocking him.

Then all that licking on the ground for nothing?

"Crush me into dust!!"

Uesugi Shūjūrō's figure vanished in an instant. Thanks to the massive power boost brought by his Bankai, his Shunpo was now completely different from what it used to be.

The next instant, he appeared above Yu Zi with immense force, and the giant stone tablet, exuding an aura of destruction, crashed down on Yu Zi like a mountain.

Before the sword even arrived, the violent spiritual pressure had already caused the ground to sink inch by inch.

A sinister smile appeared on Uesugi Shūjūrō's face.

it's over!

At such close range, even a captain would have to temporarily avoid the full force of a Bankai attack, but this woman didn't even make a move to dodge.

However, the expected scene of carnage did not occur.

"clang--!"

A clear, incredibly crisp sound overpowered the greatsword's whistling.

Yuko simply raised the knife overhead with one hand, using its slender blade to precisely block the large stone tablet. The slender blade was completely disproportionate to the size of the stone tablet.

The violent black-red spiritual pressure collided with the calm, dark purple spiritual pressure surrounding Yuko, creating waves of energy.

The violent shockwave blew away all the surrounding ruins, but the small patch of land beneath her feet remained completely still.

"How...is this possible?" Uesugi Shūjūrō's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He felt as if his Zanpakuto had struck a piece of iron...no, even an iron piece should have been shattered by his power.

The other person's slender arms contained a terrifying power that he could not comprehend.

What a joke! ! !

"I see. The increase in power is indeed quite remarkable." Yuko felt the power returning from the Zanpakuto. "Even I have to use all my strength to resist it."

“If it were some captains, they might really have to avoid the limelight for now.” Yuko paused for a moment after saying this. “Ah, I’m not talking about Captain Yoruichi of the Second Division, don’t overthink it.”

"open……"

"Hmm? You want to surrender?"

"What a joke!!!" Uesugi Shūjūrō's spiritual pressure became even more violent, and with the violent black and red spiritual pressure swirling around him, there were signs that his power was about to increase.

Without Bankai, his Zanpakuto was easily blocked. Now that he has Bankai, his Zanpakuto is still blocked so easily. Then what was the point of his Bankai?

hiss~

I'm really starting to feel the strain.

Yuko's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

boom! ! !

The moment Yuko disappeared, the huge stone tablet crashed into the ground, creating a large crater in the courtyard paved with pebbles.

It wasn't over yet. The dark red spiritual pressure flowed from the tip of the stone tablet and into the earth. The ground in front of them trembled, and clusters of dark red spiritual pressure burst out from the ground, blasting the courtyard into pieces.

Yuko stood to one side, her clothes slightly dirty, looking at the long, arched ground. "It really is a very easy-to-understand ability."

"See that?" Uesugi Shūjūrō looked at the carnage before him, a sinister gleam of glee creeping across his face. "This is my power!"

“That’s true…” Yu Zi pointed at him calmly, “You’re having a nosebleed.”

"If you continue to use power that doesn't belong to you, your spirit will collapse directly."

Uesugi Shūjūrō's joyful expression faltered for a moment. He subconsciously followed Ikuko's advice and wiped his nose. Sure enough, what came into view was a smear of dark red blood. A look of horror appeared on his face.

The experiment... the experiment was indeed unsuccessful.

Uesugi Toru suddenly shouted, "Furujuro! What are you still hesitating for?!"

Uesugi Shūjūrō suddenly woke up, glaring at Ikuko with a ferocious expression: "If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you, you woman!"

“Alright, then I’ll get a little serious.” Yuko slowly raised her sword, her calm tone carrying a sense of finality. “Let me show you my power.”

Both Uesugi father and son's expressions changed slightly as they considered a possibility.

"Could it be..."

Indeed, given the power this woman has displayed, she may very well have already mastered the swastika...

"Disorder, formless butterfly."

The moment the words of liberation were uttered, the world seemed to be muted.

Without any earth-shattering burst of spiritual pressure, the Zanpakuto in Yuko's hand, whose blade showed some broken patterns, began to emit a dark purple light. Pieces of crystal-clear, multicolored prisms flipped and detached from the blade in an disorderly manner, floating in the air.

The blade was unaffected; instead, it emitted a faint glimmer of light from the cracks in the blade.

Centered on her, the shattered prism, as thin as a butterfly's wing, slowly drifted outwards.

They varied in size and shape, floating and spinning silently in the courtyard, like a giant and beautiful kaleidoscope.

Uesugi Shūjūrō and Uesugi Tōnō, who was standing some distance away, were both stunned.

It wasn't because of this strange ability, but rather...

"Initial release?"

"Just the initial release?"

The blank stare on Uesugi Shūjūrō's face quickly transformed into an extremely twisted ecstasy.

"Shikai?" He repeated incredulously, then burst into a shrill, ear-piercing laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Uesugi Shūjūrō laughed so hard his chest was pressed against his back, as if he had heard the funniest joke of his life.

He used the massive stone tablet as a support to barely maintain his maniacal laughter, his blood-red eyes fixed on Yuko, filled with endless mockery and contempt.

"Shikai? Father, did you hear that? She thinks she can deal with my Bankai with such childish tricks!!"

His laughter echoed over the ruins, filled with madness and a sense of superiority.

"Hey, woman!" Uesugi Shūjūrō stopped laughing, raised the broad stone tablet and pointed it at Ikuko, his face full of cat-and-mouse mockery. "Have you already given up? Or is this the last fireworks you wanted to show me before you died? It was beautiful, I admit. As your epitaph, it's quite magnificent."

“Is it gorgeous?” Yuko murmured. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said ‘gorgeous’ in my ear.”

“You’re absolutely right. As an epitaph, it is indeed very ornate.” Yuko looked around at the dreamlike prisms. “But it’s just your epitaph.”

In the distance, Uesugi Don's expression gradually froze. Although he was also bewildered by the scene of Shikai, as an observer, seeing Ikuko so calm, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Zhou Juro, don't be careless!" he couldn't help but shout a reminder.

"Carelessness? Hahaha!" Uesugi Shūjūrō turned around with a maniacal laugh. "Father! Look closely! She's courting death!"

"Since she's so eager to die, then I'll grant her wish!"

"I'm going to smash you and all those pretty shards of glass into dust!!"

With a roar, he pushed the power of his Bankai to its limit. The black and red spiritual pressure on that massive stone Zanpakuto surged like boiling magma.

He held the Giant God Mountain-Crushing Ritual aloft, his figure transforming into a black and red afterimage, charging straight towards Yuko with an aura of pure crushing everything.

"Did you hear that, Butterfly?" Facing this earth-shattering attack, Yuko didn't even look up, but calmly stroked the blade. "He was just laughing at you."

The cracked patterns on the blade shimmered faintly.

Suddenly, a prism moved and floated onto Uesugi Shūjūrō's path.

"Playing tricks! Smash it!" Uesugi Shūjūrō swung the stone tablet and smashed it down.

There was no scene of the prism being smashed; instead, Uesugi Shūjūrō's figure walked straight into the prism and then disappeared.

The next moment, Uesugi Shūjūrō suddenly appeared beside Uesugi Tōn, and the huge stone tablet slammed down towards Uesugi Tōn.

Uesugi Don's expression changed drastically. How could he, with only a fourth-level spiritual pressure, possibly dodge a full-force attack from a captain-level opponent?

Fortunately, Uesugi Shūjūrō noticed in time and forcibly changed the trajectory of his sword strike, causing the large stone tablet to graz Uesugi Tō's body as it crashed down.

Even without a direct hit, the frenzied spiritual pressure sent Uesugi Don flying.

“Father!” Uesugi Shūjūrō’s face was contorted with rage. Before he could do anything, Ikuko’s figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Don't look around."

Without turning his head, Uesugi Shūjūrō swung his sword.

With a light touch of her toes on the ground, Yu Zi leaped up gracefully and landed on a floating prism beside her.

The prism, as thin as a cicada's wing, steadily supported her body.

“Well then… let’s begin.” Yuko stood on the prism, her eyelids slightly lowered.

Uesugi Shūjūrō stared at her with a ferocious expression, watching her slowly sink into the prism.

"I understand your abilities now!" Uesugi Shūjūrō looked around, a hint of panic in his voice.

where? !

In which mirror will it appear?

"one."

Yuko's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

To Uesugi Shūjūrō's left, a prism lit up, and he quickly twisted his body to meet a sharp slash head-on.

Yuko's Zanpakuto slashed at his right thigh, causing Uesugi Shūjūrō's legs to buckle and his arm to instinctively swing to the side.

Before he could strike, Yuko's figure disappeared into the prism again.

"two."

He wasn't given any chance to rest.

Behind him, another prism lit up, and Uesugi Shūjūrō was unable to turn around in time, resulting in a cut on his left arm.

"Damn it! Get out here!" Uesugi Shūjūrō dragged his injured leg, his eyes bloodshot as he looked around, smashing the stone tablet in his hand to the ground again and again, creating a series of deafening explosions.

The courtyard ground was plowed up as if it had been plowed by the barrage of bombs.

boom!

Another blow struck, and the stone tablet emitted patterns like volcanic lava. Clumps of black and red spiritual pressure exploded on the ground in front of the point where the stone tablet landed, exploding along the way and causing the main house to collapse with a roar.

What made Uesugi Shūjūrō despair was that, despite all that he had done, the prisms remained unmoved, floating in the air as if... they did not exist in this space at all.

"three."

The cold, chilling voice, like the Grim Reaper demanding a life, rang out again. Before Uesugi Shūjūrō could react, his other thigh was slashed. His heavy body could no longer support the weight of his form and the Zanpakutō, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"Aaaaa!!!" Uesugi Shūjūrō roared furiously.

"Stop your loud, incompetent rage." Yuko's figure appeared directly in front of him, calmly holding her Zanpakuto. "It really is a weak Bankai."

"Honestly... I thought it would pique my interest a little, but it turns out to be just a paper tiger."

"At this level, he might not even be able to beat Yoruichi."

Yuko had never fought a Bankai before, which made her quite interested just now.

As a result, the spiritual pressure that this guy achieved by cheating was completely inferior to Yoruichi's.

Even Bankai can't beat Shikai, that's too weak.