A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

When did it start?that person……

For some reason, Chadu Yasutora suddenly had such a question flash in his mind.

It seems that from the first time I saw him, he always looked indifferent.

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"what's your name?"

"Tea crossing."

"Chad?"

"No, it's Chadu."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Kurosaki Ichigo lay on the ground covered in bruises, talking indifferently.

"Speaking of which, you are really tall...for a junior high school student."

"Um……"

Chadu Yasutora looked at his figure, and replied calmly.

"Are you wearing our school uniform? Strange, why haven't I seen you..."

As he spoke, Kurosaki Ichigo held his aching head.

There is a warm feeling on the hand, which is bleeding.

He seemed to have never seen this burly guy in front of him, and his head was dizzy, so he even felt that he was in a trance.

After all... how could there be such a 'hero'-like guy who deliberately rescued a guy who looked like a 'bad'?
"I just transferred to this school today... I'm in Class F, the second grade."

"Ah? A transfer student! Wait, isn't this just our class?"

Kurosaki Ichigo stood up on his knees, a little dazed.

It turned out that I was not dreaming.

Are you a transfer student?No wonder...

"Hiss—it hurts! Forget it, no matter what, thank you for your help."

"Forehead……"

Chadu Yasutora was a little surprised to see Kurosaki Ichigo standing up like this.

After all, not everyone has the same extraordinary physique as himself.

The orange-haired classmate in front of him was already bleeding from a severe blow to the head, and logically speaking, it would not be surprising that he passed out.

"Are...are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Kurosaki Ichigo wiped away the blood that blocked his line of sight, with a calm expression on his face.

"Really? I think you have been repaired badly by them... your head is bleeding."

"Tsk, how can there be? Obviously I am fixing them, okay!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo patted the dust on his body with a displeased expression, "Damn it, if it wasn't for a guy who sneaked up from behind with a rock, I would have taken care of them a long time ago."

"Is this... school violence?"

Chadu Yasutora was a little puzzled, "I didn't expect to see such a scene when I first came to Japan..."

He looked at the man lying on the ground.

These people were wearing the same school uniform as them, but they seemed to be older than the boy in front of them.

"Are these guys senior? Did you mess with them?"

"No."

Kurosaki Ichigo replied calmly, bent down and picked up the backpack that fell on the ground, and prepared to leave here as if nothing had happened, "I didn't do anything, they just didn't like me."

"Don't you like it?"

"Because I'm special compared to them."

Kurosaki Ichigo pointed at his bright orange hair, "Most of the bad guys just want to show off. They just don't like me being more showy than them, that's all. After all... my hair The hair really stands out."

As he said that, he glanced at the big guy, "I think you should be similar to me, right?"

"Forehead?"

Chadu Yasuo was stunned for a moment, "Does that mean I will also be bullied on campus?"

"Who knows..."

Kurosaki Ichigo smiled indifferently, "Anyway, be careful, people who stand out like us will always be envied by others. But don't worry, you helped me, and I will help you when the time comes. "

"Forehead……"

Chadu Yasutora was stunned.

He looked at the back of the man leaving with a backpack, and felt that this person was very strange.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Kurosaki Ichigo stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Chadu Yasutora was a little puzzled when he saw the other party turning his head.

"Of course he's gone! What are you still doing, Chad?"

Kurosaki Ichigo urged angrily, as if the two of them were best friends who had known each other for a long time.

"It's Chadu..."

Chadu Taihu followed hesitantly, this guy obviously had to interleave his own name, and... he didn't even know what this guy's name was.

But...it seems to be the first time I have seen such a guy who can talk to himself as if nothing happened, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Are you really okay? I think you can't even walk steadily."

"Stop rambling. It's just a small problem."

Kurosaki Ichigo pouted.

"Since they're targeting you because you stand out...why not dye your hair back?"

Chadu Yasutora asked hesitantly.

"Huh? I was born with it!"

Kurosaki Ichigo replied angrily, "Besides, why should I dye my hair for these people's opinions?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Kurosaki Ichigo felt very uncomfortable.

This hair was inherited from my mother, and he wouldn't dye it even if he was killed.

"Right."

Chadu Yasutora nodded slightly.

He looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's indifferent expression, and his eyes that seemed out of tune with the expression on his face.

Such firm eyes... are definitely not something that indifferent people can have.

Although he didn't quite understand, he thought that maybe this person, like himself, also had the 'glory' that he couldn't give up, that's why he was so stubborn?
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"Huh... is it a dream?"

Soul Realm, Seireitei.

In a warehouse full of miscellaneous goods, on top of a mountain of boxes, Chadu Taihu woke up leisurely.

"To have such a dream... I feel like I'm getting old..."

He sighed for 100 years and patted his face to wake himself up quickly.

"Da da da da-"

The sound of hurried footsteps kept ringing nearby.

"Is there anyone over there!?"

"no!"

"Okay! Keep searching!"

"It's time for this warehouse!"

"Second class go to the back to search!"

Someone came, it was the gods of death who were checking the warehouse one by one.

"Really..."

Hearing the sound, Chadu Taihu slowly got up from the pile of debris, looking at the moving wooden door with a calm expression.

"Fortunately, I woke up early. If I was woken up by such a loud voice... then I will definitely be in a bad mood today."

As he spoke, spiritual power burst out from him, and the 'giant's right arm' slowly appeared.

click -

He clenched his fists and headed towards the warehouse door, his bones creaking.

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boom--

Another figure flew out from the direction of the warehouse door.

After only a while, the front of the warehouse door was already full of dead gods who fell on the ground.

"Woo... strange... monster..."

They groaned in pain one by one.

From the moment the door is opened the warehouse seems to become a 'boss room'.

The gods of death who rushed in seemed to be lined up to be beaten, and were thrown out one after another, with an interval of no more than two seconds at most, without exception.

Finally, after a long time without the god of death going inside again, the sound of steady footsteps came from inside.

Chadu Yayotora walked out of the warehouse calmly with his fists clenched, observing the surroundings while walking.

After confirming that no one was still standing besides himself, he slowly squatted in front of a relatively lightly injured god of death, reached out and picked up the collar of the other party and asked politely: "Excuse me, where is the Palace of Repentance?" place?"

"Repentance...repentance palace?" Perhaps because of being frightened, the person who was asked stuttered.

"Yes, I asked someone where Kuchiki Rukia was before, but he only said 'repentance palace' and that's enough... You don't want to be the same as him, do you?" Chadu Yasutora said calmly, "I I don’t know the way, if you know, please tell me.”

"Okay... okay, okay!"

The man's voice was extremely trembling, and he raised his hand and pointed to the tall white tower in the distance, "That's... that's right there! Looking from a distance, there is a tall white tower over there! That's the Palace of Repentance!"

"So that's how it is... What a coincidence..."

Chadu raised his head and looked over.

He was originally aimless, so he was going to go to the most conspicuous place, but he was a little worried halfway, so he asked where Kuchiki Rukia was when he met the enemy. After all, the purpose of their coming here is to save Kuchiki Rukia, everyone should be going there.

But I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. It turned out that the most conspicuous place was the Repentance Palace...

It's almost like... waiting for someone to call them over.

"Thank you."

Gently opening his collar, Chadu Yasutora thanked him and turned to leave.

"No...it's okay! You're welcome!"

Shimmering from fright, Shinigami looked at Chadu's leaving back.

When he saw the man leaving unsuspectingly without paying attention to himself, his body suddenly stopped shaking.

"Hahahahaha—turning your back on the enemy! How stupid!"

He got up quickly in ecstasy, holding the Zanpakutō in his hand and slashed towards Chadu Taihu's back.

"clang--"

A crisp voice sounded.

The god of death was stunned.

"How... how is it possible!?"

He looked at the Zanpakuto he was slashing at this man, and his heart almost stopped beating in fright.

He originally thought that the strange right hand was the reason why this man was so powerful, so he only needed to cut other places.

But... now the Zanpakuto that was slashing on the opponent's back was bounced off!
Is this guy still human! ?
As if he had seen a ghost, he fell to the ground and crawled backwards crazily.

"..."

Feeling the touch coming from behind, Chadu Yasutora turned his head in doubt, "Did you just... do something?"

"No... no no no no no!"

"Oh."

Chadu Taitora scratched his head, turned around and continued towards the direction of the white tower.

"tread--"

Chadu Taihu walked in the direction of the Repentance Palace with steady steps.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but it seems that there are suddenly fewer gods of death chasing after him.

He has been advancing slowly like this since yesterday, in order to attract more firepower for his companions.So I can clearly feel that the number of gods of death chasing me seems to be decreasing, while the quality is slowly improving.

Well, it's all the same to him though.People below the level of the captain seem to pose no threat to him.

Because he once asked that man before leaving the virtual circle: Is my level considered strong in the soul world?
The man's answer was: As long as the oldest-looking guy doesn't do anything, no one should be able to kill you. In short, if you meet an old man with bald head and squinting eyes, you'd better take Orihime away.

"Bald, squinting... old man... is this a description of a strong man?"

Although he was a bit puzzled, according to the man, Chadu Yasutora believed that as long as the person standing in front of him was not such an old man, there should be no problem.

It doesn't matter if he can't reach the confession palace, if he can attract a few more powerful guys, his mission will be considered complete.

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"He's coming... it's a travel accident."

The direction of Chadu Taihu to the Repentance Palace passes through the management area of ​​the Eighth Division.

Nanao Ise, deputy captain of the [-]th division, held a briefcase in her hand and looked down at the figure slowly approaching this side through the window, her eyebrows frowned.

"Well……"

A lazy moan came from the floor beside him.

Team Eighth Captain Jingle Chunshui is resting leisurely on the floor of the room with his legs crossed, his bamboo hat draped over his face, and his mouth is smacking from time to time on that face that is only exposed.

There are pies and sake on the side, and it doesn't look like they are on duty here.

"Oh, it's here so soon... Hearing the footsteps, he seems to be quite calm."

He took off the bamboo hat covering his face while complaining, "Really, it looks like I can't continue fishing."

"Are you really... want to go out in person?"

Nanao Ise asked hesitantly.

"I can't help it. This is the old man Yamamoto's order, and it must be carried out..."

Jingle Chunshui stood up and tidied up his clothes unhurriedly, picked up two Zanpakusao from the knife rack at the side and put them on his waist, with a helpless face, "Although we don't care, there are always people who don't want these accidents to happen." If you continue to make trouble, the big shots hate it when something happens that makes them lose face."

"That doesn't require you to do it yourself...it's just a single-handed accident, and it's enough for me to deal with it..."

Before Ise Nanao finished speaking, she felt a trance in front of her eyes.

The captain, who was still arranging clothes with his back turned to her, had already come in front of her, his stubbled face was almost close to hers.

"You can't say that... If you let my lovely Nanao fight, what if you get hurt! (^_-) No one wants to hurt my Nanao." Jing said Le Chunshui stretched out that rough hand to caress Qi Xu's cheek, but was mercilessly slapped away by the other party's briefcase.

"Captain, are you sick again?" Ise Nanao was helpless.

"Oh...you are extraordinarily indifferent today! I just like you for that! (^_-)" Jingle Chunshui sneered and retreated while covering his hand that hurt a little from being patted.

"I know...don't say any more, just go!"

Nanao Ise blushed slightly, and began to push people away.

"alright."

Jingle Chunshui shrugged helplessly, then left a smile and turned around to leave, "Oh, don't worry, I will be back soon. After all... this is just a farce."

As he spoke, he straightened his head, and after Nanao couldn't see his expression, his eyes gradually became serious.

Farce...that's right.

But the kid who came this time... seems a bit difficult to deal with?
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stomping on-

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs leading to the palace of confession.

Kurosaki Ichigo looked around while running.

"Very good... No one has found me for the time being."

He looked in the direction of the top of the stairs. The Repentance Palace was still some distance away. It seemed that after going up from here, he would have to walk a long way to reach it. He only hoped that no difficult opponents would find him before that.

Unfortunately, things often backfire.

When he just stepped onto the last step, to be precise, when he emerged from the step, an indescribably strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped him.

"This...this is..."

Kurosaki Ichigo broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew the feeling, the feeling of being enveloped by someone else's aura.

But it's too outrageous, right?
Who is this exaggerated Reiatsu?
He looked around, but saw nothing except the tall buildings standing nearby.

But the spiritual pressure that seemed to suffocate him was real.

The powerful spiritual pressure coming from nowhere made him almost out of breath.

【run】

At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo had only this thought in his mind.

He took heavy steps and felt sweaty just running.

The most frightening thing was that no matter how he ran, he couldn't get out of the envelope of this spiritual pressure, and he didn't seem to distance himself from the owner of this spiritual pressure at all.

It was as if there was a cold knife on his neck all the time, no matter how fast he ran, it followed him everywhere.

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"Hey, it's finally here!"

Excited voices came from above.

A hideous figure like a monster stood on a high place and looked down at Kurosaki Ichigo who was running.

"Orange hair...Zanpakuto of the same height! Unmistakable!"

An excited smile appeared on Zaraki Kenpachi's face.

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"Is that you? Kurosaki Ichigo?"

A chilling voice sounded in Kurosaki's ears.

Kurosaki Ichigo froze for a moment, feeling as if the back of his neck was being licked by a poisonous snake letter.

He turned around suddenly, only to find that there was no one behind him.

A powerful spiritual pressure pressed down on his shoulders from top to bottom as if falling from the sky. Feeling such a terrifying spiritual pressure, Kurosaki Ichigo twisted his neck stiffly and looked up.

He saw that ghost-like face protruding from the eaves of a high-rise building, looking down at him ferociously.

However, in the next moment, this face disappeared.

"!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils suddenly shrank.

He felt something behind him, but his body had no time to react.

"what happened?"

Doubt sounded.

Zaragi Kenpachi stood behind Kurosaki Ichigo with his eyes wide open, and asked softly with a slightly puzzled face, "How can you stare at that side? I don't think it's because you look down on me?"

puff--

The violent killing intent surged.

Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly taken aback, looking at his chest.

Obviously nothing happened, but at that moment just now, he felt like someone had stabbed his chest with a knife.