Beyond the memories, a mysterious power surged through his body, washing over his weary mind with a refreshing coolness.
It felt as if he had submerged himself in water, letting the current cleanse him from head to toe.
“You understand now, right?
‘We’ are ‘you’.”
The Soul Reaper Shiro looked at this version of himself from the *Demon Slayer* world with a smile.
Finally, a version of himself had arrived who could actually strengthen their collective power.
Although he had graduated from the Shino Academy and studied the four basic soul reaper combat arts–Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō–his combat achievements were limited.
His strength wasn’t enough to make the cut for the front lines, leaving only the 4th Division’s relief squads willing to accept him.
Now that Kamado Shiro was here, his swordsmanship, at the very least, was about to receive a massive boost.
Not to mention, that world possessed the mysterious Blood Demon Arts.
If they could uncover the secrets of those techniques, he wouldn’t be a “one-tap” weakling in the Soul Society anymore.
Suddenly, he felt a faint, lingering gaze directed at him.
“Heh, there’s no shame in riding your own coattails,” the Passerby Shiro said, pushing up his glasses with a confident smirk.
Unlike the Soul Reaper, the Passerby had encountered absolutely zero supernatural events from the start of his transmigration until now–aside from this mysterious grey fog space.
Just like his appearance, his life was utterly ordinary.
Kamado Shiro finally grasped what was happening: his “cheat” had finally arrived.
The people in this grey fog space were all Shiro, simply split into three or more parts and sent to different worlds.
Their bodies were different, but their souls were carved from the same mold, though their personalities might vary slightly based on their unique experiences.
The only difference was that the *Demon Slayer* version of him had transmigrated into a new body, while the other two had been reborn into their respective worlds.
The Soul Reaper Shiro had arrived over a hundred years before the original plot began.
At this point in time, Sosuke Aizen had only just become the Lieutenant of the 5th Division.
Shiro didn’t even know the true name of his Zanpakutō yet; he was just an ordinary member of the 4th Division–cannon fodder in the Gotei 13.
The kind whose death wouldn’t even register a blip.
The Passerby Shiro’s life wasn’t nearly as grand.
In fact, it was so ordinary it was almost suspicious.
Ordinary school life, ordinary anime-watching, ordinary friends.
It was the perfect life that a certain “psychic powerhouse” like Saiki K.
would crave.
The only thing not ordinary was his grades.
After all, he had been a top student in his past life, and being reborn didn’t mean he had drunk the tea of forgetfulness.
However, the appearance of this grey fog space meant his ordinary life was about to say goodbye.
Kamado Shiro fully absorbed the memories of the other two, along with their power.
“Does this mean more “me’s” will arrive in this space in the future?” Kamado Shiro asked excitedly.
After exchanging memories, any number of Shiros in this space could be considered one person, but as long as they didn’t touch, their memories wouldn’t flow between them automatically.
“Who knows?
Maybe an all-knowing, almighty Shiro will show up in the future and carry us to the top,” the Passerby Shiro daydreamed.
“No, I think there will probably be more Shiros just looking to ride our coattails.”
Soul Reaper Shiro massaged his temples.
Even though there were only three of them now, he had already seen through the essence of their situation.
“There’s something strange, though.
Since you’re in a human body, how are you able to perfectly use Soul Reaper powers?
You can even summon a Zanpakutō?”
This was what puzzled Soul Reaper Shiro.
He had the Passerby’s memories, and that world appeared to be a completely ordinary, magic-free world.
Even if the world allowed for spiritual energy, there should be a difference between a physical body and a spiritual body using Soul Reaper powers.
The Passerby Shiro had been the first to enter the grey fog space, obtaining Soul Reaper powers six months ago.
He had initially tried to find a secret organization in his world, even wearing a mask and wandering the streets with his Zanpakutō for a while.
It wasn’t until an anime fan walked up to him for a photo that he realized his world actually had the *Bleach* manga, though it hadn’t been adapted into an anime yet.
Consequently, the Passerby Shiro had somehow been dragged into an anime fan club.
“Maybe it’s a perk of the grey fog space.
Or maybe ‘you’ are just too weak.
If you were stronger, I might have already started my path to saving the world,” the Passerby Shiro said, lying on the ground like a salted fish.
If Kamado Shiro hadn’t held the Soul Reaper back, a scene of “beating myself up” would have played out right there in the fog.
Even Kamado Shiro wanted to punch him after seeing that lazy attitude.
However, the Passerby’s words weren’t entirely baseless.
If the mysteries of that world involved higher dimensions or the multiverse, it would be normal for a “normal” person not to encounter them yet.
Who knows–maybe one day, two little lolis would show up and ask him to save human history.
*I have to work hard to get stronger.
A salted fish won’t survive long.*
Kamado Shiro silently made up his mind.
“You should have my spiritual power and my Zanpakutō now.
You won’t be defenseless in your world anymore,” Soul Reaper Shiro said, drawing his sword.
“Neither I nor that salted fish know the name of the Zanpakutō, so…”
“So, whether our Zanpakutō names are the same is still unknown,” Kamado Shiro finished the sentence, his eyes lighting up.
“If the names are different, doesn’t that mean we can obtain at least three different Zanpakutō abilities?
That’s just cheating.”
Hearing this, the Soul Reaper and the Passerby glanced at each other and nodded with a smile.
“Exactly.
If we really possess multiple Zanpakutō–or even multiple Bankai–our strength will skyrocket.
Reaching Captain-level wouldn’t be a dream.”
Kamado Shiro didn’t doubt it for a second.
He had seen *Bleach*; he knew exactly how “broken” a powerful Zanpakutō could be.
“Besides researching the Zanpakutō, the ‘Transparent World’ and the ‘Slayer Marks’ from the Demon Slayer world should also give us a decent boost.”
“Ahem.”
Soul Reaper Shiro cleared his throat and said seriously:
“Those two abilities are indeed important, but if you have the time, you should collect the breathing techniques of that world.
There might be unexpected surprises.
Also, the Blood Demon Arts are very interesting.
Even if the demons themselves aren’t strong, some have the power to manipulate space.
You should look into that–Nakime’s Blood Demon Art is the priority.”
Kamado Shiro could feel the power within him now; it was truly not weak.
If he had possessed this power before, he was certain he could have easily killed that bear.
Even against an ordinary demon, he was confident he could take its head.
“If it’s a Lower Rank of the Twelve Kizuki, I might have a chance.
But if it’s an Upper Rank, I’m the one who’s going to get killed.”
Kamado Shiro looked at the Soul Reaper flatly.
Nakime’s status under Muzan Kibutsuji was obvious.
Even if she wasn’t a member of the Twelve Kizuki yet, Shiro suspected Muzan would keep an Upper Rank by her side for protection.
After all, his entire lair was under her control.