Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Author: Zhu Lan Ya

Summary:

[With an initial order of 300 and an average order of 4,000, it's worth a try.]

My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and I've run into some trouble.

Just now, my own brother sent me to Soul Society with a Tsukuyomi.

Thankfully, it's not a big problem. Thanks to the excellent Uchiha bloodline, I learned Shikai in a year and became a high-ranking officer in three years. I was about to accumulate enough experience to go to Hueco Mundo and slay a few Hollows to practice, preparing for my future Bankai...

As a result, he slipped when he went on the mission.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at Konoha Hospital, the last remaining Uchiha in the entire village.

Beside the bed, the three-generation old man was smiling at me like a chrysanthemum, implying that he wanted me to be the successor of the Will of Fire.

Outside in the corridor, the old man with the bandages was plotting how to capture me and use me as expendable resources.

Further away, a blond-haired kid's eyes started to look strange because he'd been watching me teach someone a lesson with a knife.

I:"……"

Thanks for the invitation. I just came back from Soul Society and have no interest in ninja pretend play.

Right now, all I want is to find my good brother and ask him.

"Can your kaleidoscope see my sword clearly?"

Chapter 1 Transcendent Gate

The Boundary, a seemingly ordinary, dark and desolate passage.

Two figures were moving at an astonishing speed through the boundless darkness.

They are Shinigami, also known as messengers who maintain balance, and at this moment, they are traveling from Soul Society to the human world through the Transcendental Gate.

Ahead, Rukia Kuchiki's body was enveloped in a pure white stream of spiritual energy. Her movements were swift and decisive, clearly indicating that she was quite familiar with this passage.

She glanced back at the figure following her not far behind, a hint of helplessness appearing on her delicate face.

"Hey, Sasuke Uchiha, stay close! This is our first time in the human world. If we get distracted and get swept away by the shovel, we'll become the laughingstock of the Gotei 13 for the next hundred years!"

The boy, known as Uchiha Sasuke, did not respond, but silently increased his speed.

He looked like a child of no more than ten years old. His standard Shinigami uniform was slightly loose on him, which made the surrounding darkness seem even more desolate.

Beneath his short black hair, a pair of dark eyes remained calm and still, while the Zanpakuto at his waist swayed slightly as he increased his speed.

Sasuke disliked carrying out this so-called mission, but he had reasons for coming to the human world.

Three years ago, on that bloody night of annihilation, he was defeated by that man using the Mangekyou Sharingan genjutsu called "Tsukuyomi".

He thought he would be forever trapped in that hell, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself in a place called "Rukousai".

The people there told him that this place was called Soul Society, a place where souls go after death.

Although he had never experienced the "soul burial" that others spoke of, the truth was easy for Sasuke to understand.

The fact that I came here means that I am already dead.

It was an absurd conclusion, but he accepted it.

Only in this way can we explain why he left that blood-soaked village.

Soul Society is the final resting place of the dead, but also a prison that deprives him of the right to revenge. Becoming a "Shinigami" and gaining the power to travel through the world is the only way for him to return to the "human world" and find Itachi Uchiha to take revenge.

With the Uchiha clan's innate fighting talent and his deep-seated resentment, he learned Shikai in just one year, graduated from the Shinigami Academy, and established himself in the Eleventh Division, the most power-obsessed unit in Soul Society.

There, no one cares about your past; they only believe in the strength of the blade in their hand and the power of their spiritual pressure.

The captain there, Kenpachi Zaraki, is a monster born purely for battle.

Having been immersed in that environment for three years, Sasuke became even more refined, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, solely for severing the neck of his enemy.

Finally, he managed to apply for a mission to the human world, becoming one of the few Shinigami from the Eleventh Division to have been there.

"We're almost there! Get ready, the exit is Karakura Town!" Rukia's voice pulled Sasuke back from his brief reverie.

Ahead, a bright spot of light rapidly expanded.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Konoha... Itachi... I'm back."

The gate opened in mid-air, the soft light dissipated, and Sasuke and Rukia appeared on the rooftop of a tall building.

Sasuke looked around and saw towering steel buildings, flashing neon lights, and cars scurrying like beetles on the streets in the distance.

The place was filled with the presence of the living, and a kind of noise that felt unfamiliar to him.

Sasuke frowned slightly.

This is not Konoha, and it is different from other ninja villages described in textbooks. It does not have any ninja village symbols.

In his memory, Konoha Village was prosperous, but it was mostly filled with simple wooden buildings. Here, however, there was only cold steel and the noise that made him feel irritated.

"How is it? Feeling excited about your first time in the real world?" Rukia walked to the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the city that never sleeps, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"But don't let your guard down. Our mission is to guide the souls here and be ready to kill them at any time..." Before she finished speaking, her expression suddenly turned serious.

An evil and chaotic spiritual pressure suddenly erupted in the nearby streets.

"It's an illusion!"

Rukia's expression instantly turned serious. "The spiritual pressure isn't strong, but it appeared very suddenly. Uchiha, come with me!"

Rukia turned around and saw Sasuke still standing in the same spot, his gaze unwavering as he coldly surveyed the unfamiliar city.

"Hey! What are you still spacing out for? A Hollow has appeared!" Rukia urged.

Sasuke finally turned his gaze away from the distance, glanced briefly in the direction where the Hollow had appeared, and then turned his gaze back.

"Hmph, those small fry don't even deserve my attention. Don't compare me to an ordinary Grim Reaper like you."

Sasuke snorted and turned around abruptly: "Want me to play this boring Death God game with you? Get out of my way, woman."

"You..." Rukia was momentarily speechless, anger flashing across her face. "This is our mission! You, as a Shinigami of the Gotei 13..."

"My goal is not here."

Sasuke interrupted her directly, "Dealing with garbage is your job, don't waste my time."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure swayed slightly.

"Instant Step".

There was no farewell, no further explanation.

Sasuke's figure had already disappeared on the rooftop, leaving only Rukia with a look of astonishment and anger.

"That guy... all the bastards in the Eleventh Division are the same!"

Rukia stomped her foot in anger, but the Hollow's roar was getting closer and closer. She had no time to waste and could only grit her teeth and rush toward her goal alone.

At this moment, Sasuke was moving at an extremely fast speed between the city buildings, with only one thought in his mind.

"I'll find Konoha, and then... kill you, Uchiha Itachi!"

Sasuke paused briefly on the rooftop of an abandoned building, his dark eyes scanning the unfamiliar street below.

Just then, the air behind him suddenly distorted, and a huge black shadow appeared out of thin air.

It was a Hollow with a pale white mask, thick saliva dripping from its mouth, its empty eye sockets fixed on Sasuke.

"Found you... How rich and delicious your soul smells, filled with the stench of resentment!" the grotesque creature roared, its voice brimming with greed.

Even an ordinary high-ranking Grim Reaper would probably be a little nervous in the face of this sudden attack.

But Sasuke simply turned his head slowly to the side, without even drawing his Zanpakuto.

"resentment?"

He repeated it in a low voice, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, "Someone like you dares to talk about my grievances?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hollow roared and pounced, its massive claws tearing through the air as it aimed straight for Sasuke's head.

However, it came up empty-handed.

Sasuke's figure had vanished from the spot at some point, and the next instant, he appeared behind Hollow like a ghost.

Only then did he slowly place his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Chong-"

With a clear, resonant sound of its sheath being drawn, the void froze in its tracks, a thin black line appearing on its massive body from head to toe.

Then, without a sound, his entire body split in two, transforming into countless dissipating spiritual particles.

Sasuke didn't even look back at it; he simply sheathed his Zanpakuto with clean, swift movements.

"Trash." He spat out the two words and turned to continue walking.

However, the moment he took that first step, a chilling voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his mind.

"Good kill, that's it. Release it, release all the resentment..."

The voice was eerily familiar, yet carried a sense of madness and distortion.

For the past three years, this voice has been like a leech, occasionally whispering to him when his mind is in turmoil.

Sasuke abruptly stopped, his eyes instantly turning incredibly cold.

"Shut up." He forcefully suppressed the restlessness with his willpower.

Just as he was forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, an irresistible pulling force suddenly came!

The modern night view before my eyes began to distort, as if it were being kneaded into a ball by an invisible hand.

"What's this?"

Sasuke's pupils contracted sharply as he tried to resist the power with his spiritual pressure.

But it was all in vain. Darkness engulfed him like a tide, and the last thing he heard seemed to be the desperate cries of a child.