Ichigo leaves and takes up residence in Soul Society!

Ichigo leaves and takes up residence in Soul Society!

Author: Adnais

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Thousands of years have passed, and the Invisible Empire has made a comeback.

But before them stood three insurmountable mountains.

——The invincible numerical monster, the super hybrid, the "Everything Destroyer" Captain of the 13th Division, Ichigo Kurosaki.

——The Touching and Inspirational Emperor, the Lord of the Soul King Palace, the "Dreamlike Collapse" God King Aizen Sosuke.

——A senior time traveler, the system’s favorite son, and the second-generation captain of the “Fighting God”, Sigong Zun.

……

"...I see. A nightmare? That's a good omen."

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"

Volume One

The first chapter describes someone being hit and killed by a dump truck, yet it's the protagonist's privilege.

Modern-day Karakuracho, Tokyo —

"I am dead?"

Kurosaki Ichigo watched as his body was lifted into the ambulance, leaving behind a mess of blood stains that reddened the concrete road under the overpass. His pupils dilated in shock, and he remained stunned for a long time.

No one in the crowd gave him a second glance.

Because he is already a freshly made "whole", commonly known as a soul.

It is invisible to ordinary people.

Only other spirits could respond to him.

"Yes, they died a terrible death. They were hit by a dump truck, thrown dozens of meters, and then run over, turning into a carpet."

The person speaking was sitting on the curb.

He's not very old, probably only seventeen or eighteen.

She has a slender figure, neither too fat nor too thin, and is very well-proportioned.

He exuded a calm and serene aura.

If he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks exactly like the harmless bookworm in class.

Then, putting on a serious expression and lecturing usually makes the opposite sex feel impatient.

However, his darkly humorous and hellish remarks fully demonstrated his "sharp" side.

His eyes were exceptionally bright and piercing, giving people a subtle impression that he seemed to know a lot, yet was different from a learned scholar.

"Damn it, where did that dump truck come from? Also, please don't remind me of my own death, it'll make me throw up!"

The orange-haired boy, a freshman in high school, had unexpectedly good grades, but no matter how hard he tried, he never imagined that he would be involved in a car accident in front of a convenience store.

Even in the case of premeditated murder, it would be difficult to drive the dump truck to that location beforehand.

It's even less likely that it would crash into you without making a sound.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air.

There was no driver in the car yet.

This is absolutely a supernatural event!

"Since you don't want to talk about death, let's change the subject... My name is Shinomiya, Shinomiya-no-Mikoto, a soon-to-be university student. Since we're in the same boat, please take care of me in the future."

The Four Palaces Lord stood up and casually dusted himself off.

"Ichigo Kurosaki, a high school student about to enroll... You say we share the same fate, could it be that..."

Ichigo hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Ah, you weren't the only one who got hit and killed."

The Four Palaces Venerable readily admitted it.

These days, time travel is becoming increasingly technologically advanced.

In the past, people relied on being struck by lightning; now they rely on being hit by cars.

They even crashed into each other twice.

the first time.

We were eating hotpot and singing "Happy Birthday" when it seemed like some unseen deity got into the mood and sent us this wonderful gift.

He was bumped into in Tokyo, a city that blends slice-of-life anime with other genres.

To become a chaebol's son.

Because she was a reincarnated person, she thrived from childhood to adulthood and was admired by those around her.

During summer vacation, I suddenly had the urge to visit Chiba.

However, God seemed to have seen through his lustful desires and sent a dump truck to forcibly change his plans.

This also changed Ichigo's fate.

All special advantages and lineages are meaningless in the face of these illogical supernatural phenomena at the level of the upper-level narrators.

"On the other hand, if it weren't for this thing, I would have thought I was still alive. It felt completely different from the last time I died."

The Fourth Palace Lord looked down at the lock on his chest and the half-broken chain of cause and effect, and even fiddled with it with his hand, making a crisp sound.

The sound and feel were so strange that he felt an irresistible urge to dig the padlock out.

"You always say things that are hard to understand. Aren't you usually feeling sentimental at times like this?"

Ichigo took a deep breath.

"There's nothing to be sad about now. Look at us, aren't we doing just fine? We've only lost our bodies, but it's not a big deal. Besides, it might not even be a bad thing."

"Being hit by a dump truck is the protagonist's fate; who knows, we might encounter a goddess who will guide us into another world."

Shigu-zun waved his hand, and just as he finished speaking, a strange Japanese-style lattice door appeared out of nowhere on the sidewalk ten meters away.

The door slowly opened, and a petite figure stepped out as a pale blue butterfly fluttered in the air.

That's a girl.

Wearing a black kimono, with an onion-shaped hairstyle, her delicate face and large eyes are quite cute, but the long sword at her waist and her imposing aura exude an indescribable sense of majesty.

"?"

"..."

How could such an conspicuous creature be missed?

This is true for both sides.

If Shinomiya and Ichigo were only attracted by their strange appearance and strong presence, then Rukia Kuchiki was intimidated by the "atmosphere" emanating from these two.

Arriving in the human world from the Soul Society, where spiritual energy is scarce, theoretically, even the slightest fluctuation in spiritual pressure would be as conspicuous as a rare animal.

But, standing in front of these two people.

For a moment, I had the illusion that I had never left Soul Society.

"The spiritual pressure unconsciously emanating from the area naturally merged with the spiritual particles in the atmosphere, changing the ambiance of this place..."

In this situation, even if a false alarm occurs, it would probably be subconsciously ignored.

Rukia's expression grew increasingly serious.

She landed on the ground, her hand on the hilt of the knife, and approached the two of them step by step. She showed no sense of boundaries as if they were meeting for the first time, acting as cold and decisive as a law enforcement officer on a routine mission.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Ichigo tensed up, took a step back, and questioned loudly.

Completely oblivious to the expression on the face of the Fourth Prince beside him, which seemed to say, "See? I told you so! Here comes the goddess."

Rukia explained casually, "Don't be nervous. I am a Shinigami stationed in Karakura Town, responsible for sending the souls of the dead to Soul Society, the place where souls reside."

"That being said, I never expected to encounter two highly powerful spirits on my first day here. You two should be glad I arrived at the right time. If you had been any slower, you would have attracted a powerful evil spirit, and you would have faced something even more terrifying than death."

"Bleach? Soul Society?"

Ichigo was completely bewildered. Having encountered two strange individuals in a row, his thinking ability was starting to fail him.

"Does the Grim Reaper also have territorial protection measures? If he doesn't carry a scythe but a katana, and doesn't wear a cloak but a kimono, won't he be rejected by religious foreigners?"

The moment the Fourth Palace Master spoke, the tense atmosphere immediately eased.

"Of course not, because I will take drastic measures without hesitation, so that they will be forced to leave before they have a chance to voice their opinions."

Rukia was surprised for a moment, then straightened her chest with a sense of righteous indignation.

Despite having a certain aristocratic air, he speaks with the smooth and cunning manner of a seasoned scoundrel, leaving one utterly helpless.

"Wait, you mean going to hell when you say 'roll down'?! We don't know if you're telling the truth or not, and death is actually a primary school student like you? That sounds unsettling."

Ichigo frowned, his face full of vigilance.

"Shut up. I'm ten times older than you. A human brat like you has no right to question my abilities. But since you have the qualifications and might become colleagues in the future, let me introduce myself."

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki. You will gradually come to appreciate the greatness of this name in Soul Society."

"Hey, I haven't said goodbye to my family yet...!"

Before Ichigo could finish speaking, Rukia stepped forward with a forced smile, drew her sword with a "whoosh," and struck Ichigo on the forehead with the hilt, causing him to fall backward and be engulfed by the white light that surged from the ground.

Next up is the Fourth Prince.

He didn't resist, just like he didn't care if the flight attendant helped him fasten his seatbelt and he waited for takeoff.

After seeing the two off, Rukia breathed a slight sigh of relief and leaped onto the overpass to gaze at the modern streetscape of Karakura Town.

Although there is a suspicion of embellishment, she will definitely silence all doubts with impeccable performance and successfully complete her posting mission.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask their names... But it doesn't matter. If I can graduate from the Spirit Arts Academy and join the Gotei 13, we'll meet again sooner or later. By then, I should be a vice-captain, or at the very least, a senior officer."

"Perfect timing to let that blond kid experience the authority of a senior. Hmph... how dare he call me a primary school student!"

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Chapter Two: Fairy Tale Dragon Blood

Soul Society, West Rukongai District 1 - Runlin'an.

The Fourth Prince opened his eyes, stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling for a while, then got off the bed, changed into a clean and simple bathrobe, and stepped out of the room.

"You're up really early, Kurosaki-kun."

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw an orange-haired boy washing up by the well in the courtyard.

"Because I barely slept at all."

Ichigo draped a towel over his shoulder, and if you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were bloodshot.

"That would be a waste of the elder's good intentions."

The Four Palaces Lord stretched.

The sunlight streaming down from the sky was slightly dazzling.

I don't know where the sun hangs, whether it's in outer space or somewhere else on the other side of the sky.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, deeply imprinting that exceptionally high and distant otherworldly sky into his heart.

The air you breathe in is free of any industrial pollution and filled with a strong sense of nature. Combined with the surrounding rows of old-fashioned Japanese row houses, it feels like stepping back into the real Edo period.