Even in the shade, it is blistering hot, my team spot two women rounding the corner of this otherwise deserted street in Kabul, Afghanistan. I try to catch their attention with my rifle, bringing a finger up to my lips in a shushing gesture but it is too late. A scream resounds from one of the two women.

I plaster myself against the sand-colored building to my left, shoulder first, knees bent in a crouching position, I hear the shuffling of clothes and equipment as my companions do the same. My eyes strain against the sunlight as I scan upwards for any sign of movement from the buildings around us, a shutter moving, a reflection, anything, Cold sweat drips down my back, my heart beats so loud I can feel my earlobes throbbing with the flow of blood. My trigger finger is slick with sweat, but I don't let that bother me, I wait there my whole body frozen, except for my eyes, they are constantly scanning my surroundings.

Each second felt like an eternity, every drop of sweat on my skin a deadly reminder of how serious dangerous this was, we need to get off the street but we can't risk moving too fast and be detected by a scout. A light flashes in the corner of my eye, blood rushes in my arms as my training kicks in, my body whips the gun in the direction of the reflection that wasn't there a second ago, a black object about an inch long is protruding from the wall, my body stiffens right away and I open fire, 3 short bursts on the clay wall around the object.

I fall to the ground, followed by the telltale sound of a rifle emanating from somewhere to my left I crash onto the ground face first, I try to talk but I can't move ... so warm, a pair of strong arms grab me by the armpits as dark spots slowly take the light from my eyes.

So dark, everything around me is black. I try to take in my surroundings but it is not possible. All I know is that its dark, and I'm on my back in about 3 inches of what feels like water. Am I dead? Shit, I was never a good Christian does this mean I'm going to hell, I hope not. I try to get up slowly just in case I am still wounded, nope no pain, fuck I am dead. I stand up trying to get a bearing of my surroundings, but I can't see or feel anything except for the liquid at my feet. It hits me now, I must be dead, I crumble to my knees eyes burning, holding back the tears. I think of my mother. She will never get over this, she never wanted me to join the army. I was always a straight A student, but I hated school with a passion so I dropped out of college after 2 years and joined the army, to her great chagrin.

My Dad will probably blame himself and try to act strong, it pains me so much to know that I am breaking their hearts, but the worst pain appears when I think of her... Paige, I have had a crush on her since middle school, but of course, I was too much of a pussy to ever tell her how I felt so I stayed a friend, and for what now I'm dead and taking these feelings to the grave with me.

"FUUUUCK" I scream,

I'm so goddam stupid I had it all given to me and now my body is riddled with bullets in the streets of Kabul, my parent's hearts broken, and the girl of my dream is oblivious to my feelings. Pain racks my chest, why was I such a loser spending most of my life in front of my computer screen, playing games and watching anime instead of accomplishing anything.

A cry of anguish rips through my throat, as the tears escape my eyelids. My sisters I'll never see them grow. My head falls to the ground forehead submerged by whatever liquid is on the floor as tears drip down my nose. I won't be there at their weddings, their first prom, I'll never help them move in to their first place, or or ...

"Why" I whisper,

What is wrong with me. DUDING!!! a sound resounds through this place similar to a phone notification. " Analysis Complete".

I get on my feet " Is anybody here ?" I shout.

"Bleach system activated, Happy hunting" the robotic voice echoes through my mind followed by a flash of light so bright I feel like my eyes are burning, I close them as it feels like tens of g-forces are hitting my body then. Thud.

Grass, I am laying on grass I open my eyes, and am welcomed with a sky so blue I feel like I am dreaming, definitely not Kabul anymore. A wave of nausea hits me, I roll around so that I don't choke on my own vomit, and empty my stomach on the ground next to me. After what feels like ten minutes of puking my guts out I get up easily enough, and realize I am still in my fatigues, a handgun strapped to my waist, grenades around my torso riffle on the strap around my chest, helmet the whole bit.

"Am I alive ?" I say out loud in amazement. I pat around my body, I am not in any pain. This is wrong, How could this be possible? I was shot I know it and even if I was still alive I wouldn't be waking up in the middle of a field still strapped with gear and with no teammates around, especially not a grass field, not in fucking Kabul anyways.

Was I hallucinating before, none of this makes sense. Now that I was looking closer the grass around me had red tips and the smell of the earth was so strong and pure I felt rejuvenized just standing there. I must either be in heaven or I passed out and I'm having the blandest dream ever right now. I pinch myself on the neck to make sure. Yup it hurts, I shouldn't be in any shape to pinch myself in reality and have the pain reflect in a dream, that means I must be in heaven or hippie limbo, no way this is hell.

My stomach growls, " Fuck, If this is heaven why am I starving? " I shout out. Rustle, something is coming towards me fast from the right, its low the grass only reaches to my knees yet I can 't see whats coming although approximately 20 feet in front of me I can see the grass parting, I get on one knee and take aim with my rifle, I have no idea where I am or what kind of creature is coming at me, all I know is this place is exotic as hell and whatever that is, is fast as fuck.

"Move Back !" I shout, trying to intimidate whatever it is that's coming towards me, It doesn't work a screech resounds and a blur moves through the air, towards me at, at least 50 miles per hour, reflexes kick in as I whip my gun upward and shoot it on full automatic. A high pitch scream resounds through the air, even louder than the sound of my rifle followed by a thudding sound close behind me. I roll away from that direction, hoping to create distance between me and whatever that shit was. I get up and take 5 quick steps back all the while aiming directly where the grass parted from the impact of the creature.

My whole body is shaking partly from excitement and partly from fear, sweat pools on my hands, and my heart is beating out of my chest. Ready to fire at any following moving movement. What the fuck was that? How could it be louder than my gun? and jump that fucking far. Funkin hell this is definitely not Kabul, I kind of wish it was at this point, to be honest, but if that fucker thinks I'm dying twice in one day its got another thing coming. I push my rifle firmly against my shoulder making sure it stays steady, never taking my eyes off the spot the beast landed on, and with my left hand unstrap a grenade from my chest. After unpinning it with my teeth I throw it directly where the beast landed, and back up rapidly while still aiming my rifle in its direction.

BOOM! 3 seconds later earth flies into the air followed by another monstrous shriek. It was faking it that motherfucker. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding.

" Baby quad mole killed ! " "Congratulations you have leveled up ... to level 5, One attribute point will be distributed to each Attribute necessitated by your class, and one skill point will be offered per level"

" What the FUCCCCCKKK???" I shout, is this a joke or am I the world luckiest motherfucker, my life is literally a fucking light novel right now. My eyes shine with excitement as a status menu appears in my mind.

Name: Lothair Serano

Age: 26

Height : 6'1

Weight: 182 lbs

LVL: 5

Skill Point: 5

Class: Shinigami

Battle power: 5.2

Strenght: 5

Speed: 5

Reflexes: 5

Vitality: 5

Resilience: 5

Intelligence: 135

Reiatsu: 5

Reiryoku: 5

Skills:

System conversion: The stronger the battle power the longer the lifespan.

Zanjutsu: 0/100 (Sword techniques)

Hierro: 0/100(+10% physical hardness and physical prowess)

Hakuda: 0/100 (Hand to Hand)

Hohō: 0/100 (movement techniques)(needs at least 1000 battle power to use.)

Kidō: 0/200 (spells) (need at least 1000 Reiryoku to use)(practice = mastery)

Zanpakutō creation: 0/1

Shikai creation: 0/200

Bankai creation: 0/2000

Hollowfication: 0/500