Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The world of Bleach, the present world.

Substitute Shinigami, high school student Ichigo Kurosaki, was squatting in front of a bookshelf in the corner of a comic book store.

He held a newly released volume of the One Piece manga in his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This drawing is ridiculous! Luffy doing sit-ups all the time is just too much!"

"And that Im thing, his latest chapter completely lost all his class."

"After all these years of building up to become the King of the World, is this all it's worth?!"

"The sense of oppression is nowhere near as strong as Captain Shen Jue's!"

He muttered under his breath as he flipped through the pages, completely unaware that someone was approaching him.

Orihime Inoue, wearing a light-colored, cool shirt, bent down to look at what he was reading.

"Ichigo-kun, what are you looking at?"

Her voice was so close that Ichigo's ears burned, and he subconsciously looked up.

Then his gaze fell on a place he shouldn't have been looking at.

Inoue's shirt collar opened naturally as he bent over, revealing a large expanse of his fair skin.

The astonishing arc caused Ichigo Kurosaki's brain to freeze instantly.

His face flushed red from his neck to his ears.

"You...you...Inoue, stand back a bit!"

Ichigo abruptly turned his head, nearly dropping the comic book in his hand.

Inoue tilted his head, looking completely innocent.

"Huh? What's wrong, Ichigo-kun?"

She was completely unaware of the damage she had caused.

Ichigo covered his face with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on the wall.

"It's nothing! Stand still! Don't bend over!"

"But I want to see what comics you're reading."

Inoue moved closer to him, his shirt collar swaying as he did so.

Ichigo felt like he was about to ascend to heaven.

"I'll buy it myself! I'll buy it for you! Don't come any closer!"

He frantically pulled out some change from his pocket and fled towards the counter.

Inoue stood still, blinked, and looked down at his attire.

"I'm dressed perfectly normal..."

She muttered to herself, completely baffled as to why Ichigo was reacting so strongly.

Meanwhile, Ichigo Kurosaki was already lying on the counter, burying his face in his arms, his ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Boss, check please, hurry up!"

His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of despair.

The comic book store owner glanced at him, then looked at Inoue in the distance, and gave a knowing smile.

"Young man."

Ichigo didn't look up, but squeezed out a sentence from between his arms.

"Shut up."

Ichigo suddenly stopped walking and threw the comic book in his hand to the ground.

His spiritual senses instantly detected a faint spiritual pressure.

"Inoue, don't follow me."

Before he could finish speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo had already rushed out.

His footsteps swept through the narrow aisles of the comic book store, creating a gust of wind that made the magazines on the shelves rustle.

Orihime Inoue paused for a moment, then followed without hesitation.

Her shirt hem fluttered slightly as she ran, her face etched with worry.

"Ichigo-kun, wait for me!"

The comic book store owner peeked out from behind the counter and saw two high school students rushing out of the store one after the other.

"Hey! You haven't paid for the book yet!"

But Ichigo could no longer hear.

His gaze was fixed on the dark figure that was faintly visible in the crowd ahead.

The thing was moving extremely fast, skimming the shadows of pedestrians, making it impossible for the average person to see with their naked eye.

But Ichigo Kurosaki is not an ordinary person; he is a substitute Shinigami.

His right hand instinctively reached for his waist, where the Agent of Death badge was clipped.

"Tsk, of all times it has to be today..."

The dark figure suddenly turned into a small alley.

Ichigo chased after him without hesitation.

The alley was dimly lit, with moss climbing the walls on both sides, and an unusual chill permeated the air.

His steps abruptly stopped at the alley entrance.

Because the dark figure stopped.

It stood deep in the alley, its back to him.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, and his spiritual pressure slowly rose from within him.

"Hey, what are you?"

The figure slowly turned around, and then, Ichigo Kurosaki froze completely.

Because a Shen Jue who looks exactly like Shen Jue from Soul Society has appeared in the human world!

Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His spiritual pressure erupted instantly, and he was almost about to use his proxy certificate to become a Shinigami.

"You...who are you?!"

His voice was trembling, and his right hand was gripping the Death Agent's warrant tightly.

Shen Jue tilted his head, a familiar, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong, Ichigo-kun? It's only been a short time, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Kurosaki Ichigo instinctively took a half step back, using his left arm to block Inoue who had followed him.

His brain was working at full speed.

Why is Captain Shen Jue in the human world when he is clearly in Soul Society?

Moreover, this spiritual pressure was too clean and weak, it was nothing like the terrifying Grim Reaper captain he remembered.

"Which organization are you from?"

Ichigo asked in a deep voice, his spiritual energy beginning to condense around him, and he assumed a fighting stance with his bare hands.

"Why was Captain Shen Jue chosen to be here?!"

Shen Jue sighed, put his hands in his pockets, and looked relaxed.

"Ichigo-kun, your imagination is still so vivid."

"Can't I come to see you in person?"

"Impossible." Ichigo shook his head decisively.

"Captain Shen Jue is stationed in Soul Society, how could he possibly come to the human world without permission?"

"That's the rule."

Shen Jue raised an eyebrow.

"rule?"

He walked slowly forward, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the stone pavement.

Ichigo immediately took a step back, protecting Inoue even more tightly.

"Don't come any closer."

"I do read modern comics too," Shen Jue said slowly.

"Soul Society is so boring."

"The real world suits me better."

"There are plenty of Kobe girls and blonde beauties waiting for me to rescue them."

"Although I haven't been very interested in them lately," Shen Jue said with a sigh.

"Every man has those few days, sigh."

Shen Jue turned his head, his gaze falling on Inoue Orihime, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"It's been a long time. Ms. Inoue has grown a lot."

His gaze politely lingered on Inoue's face, but the teasing tone in his voice was unmistakable.

Orihime Inoue was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

She subconsciously pulled her shirt collar tighter and lowered her head slightly.

"Mr. Shen Jue, it's been a long time."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, where were those eyes looking just now?"

Shen Jue innocently spread his hands.

"Ichigo-kun, that's not right of you."

"I'm just stating an objective fact."

"Ms. Inoue has indeed grown up."

"Whether as a fellow member of the Grim Reaper's Substitute, or..."

He paused, then smiled meaningfully.

"Still from the perspective of a woman."

Ichigo's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"I'm starting to believe you're Captain Shen Jue!"

Ichigo recalled the rumors about Shen Jue and shook his head helplessly.

Shen Jue raised his hands in surrender, but the smile on his face did not fade at all.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

"Ichigo-kun is really something, getting jealous so easily."

"No wonder Ms. Inoue hasn't officially started dating you yet~"

He shut his mouth at the right moment, but his eyes were full of "you know what I mean".

Inoue's face turned even redder, and she gently tugged at Ichigo's sleeve.

"Ichigo-kun, please don't do this."

Ichigo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap the agency certificate in Shen Jue's face.

"Captain Shen Jue, you haven't answered my question yet."

"What exactly are you doing in this world?"

Shen Jue dropped his joking expression, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"That's for leisure and vacation, of course."

"Otherwise, should we deal with the superficial aspects?"

"It's been a long time since there have been any Hollow attacks on Shinigami and humans."

"For the time being, we couldn't find the headquarters of those remaining Quincy."

"I've been in a high-ranking position for too long, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to want a vacation, isn't it?"

Ichigo Kurosaki frowned, then nodded and said, "That makes perfect sense."

"But why did you lure me here?"

Shen Jue then laughed heartily and said, "That's because I want to stay at your place, Ichigo-kun!"

"Huh?" Kurosaki Ichigo looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Although Shen Jue is not much different from a ghost in the traditional sense.

Soul Society, Gotei 13 Captain-Commander's Office.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was holding a teacup when suddenly his hand trembled, and the tea spilled all over the table.

Several deafening roars came simultaneously from various parts of the barracks.

"Where on earth did Captain Shen Jue go?!"

Yoruichi Shihōin kicked open the door to the 10th Division's barracks, her face filled with the determination that "I must find him today."

"What does Brother Shen Jue think team affairs are?!"

"What a bastard!"

"They left Soul Society without even saying goodbye!"

Meanwhile, Matsumoto Rangiku of the 10th Division was slumped over the table, clutching a sake bottle in her hand, looking utterly miserable.

"Shen Jue isn't here. He just left behind this huge pile of documents and ran off..."

"But Toshiro went off to do some tough training again."

"That bastard, when he gets back I'm going to make him drink for three days and three nights straight!"