Kai was once just an ordinary fan of anime and manga in the modern world. But that was all before he woke up in a dilapidated hut with a throbbing headache, feeling as though he'd been torn from reality and thrust into a stranger's life. Slowly, as he pieced together his surroundings, he realized that he wasn't Kai anymore. The memories of this new body flooded in he was Yami now, a boy from one of the roughest areas of the Soul Society, the 79th district of Rukongai. And worse, he was somehow around 600 years in the past, long before the events of Bleach would unfold.
At first, panic gripped him. He'd been reincarnated into the Bleach universe, a world he'd once enjoyed from a safe distance, but that safety was now gone. He knew the dangers that lay ahead: hollows, rogue souls, and even beings as terrifying as Aizen and the Quincy. Survival wasn't guaranteed, and Kai now Yami had to accept the grim reality that without strength, he was simply prey.
Determination surged through him. If he wanted to survive, he needed to become stronger. He committed himself to learning the way of the sword, mastering his spiritual pressure, and honing his instincts. His goal was clear: train himself, survive the dangers of Rukongai, and eventually earn a place at the Shin'ō Academy, where he could learn to wield his strength to its fullest.
50 Years Later ,550 Years Before the Plot Begins....
On the edge of a forest in the harsh northern parts of Rukongai's 79th district, a figure stood in solitude, his dark, sweat-soaked skin glistening under the dappled sunlight that slipped through the branches above. He was taller now, with a lean, muscular frame with swimmers type build forged from years of combat and training. His short black hair framed a face that bore striking purple eyes, their gaze calm yet intense. Every movement he made exuded a quiet confidence, a result of five relentless decades of survival and self-mastery.
This was Yami, a who looked like a 16 year old but with the spirit of someone far older, shaped by hardship and honed by battle. He wore a simple, brown kimono that had seen better days, but his posture and bearing made even his modest attire seem noble. Today, he was training his swordsmanship, executing a relentless series of sword strikes that echoed through the forest.
"…999,997… 999,998… 999,999… 1,000,000," Yami counted, finishing his final swing with a satisfied exhale. He paused, letting his breathing steady, and looked down at his calloused hands. 'Fifty years, he thought. Fifty years of near-death fights, surviving against hollows and hostile souls, have given me the experience I need.'
He had more than just experience; he had gained mastery over his body and better control of his reiatsu, his spiritual energy. There was no longer any hesitation, no fear only a calm, unshakeable resolve that had become his greatest weapon. He knew it was finally time. "Next stop… Shin'ō Academy," he murmured.
Just as he turned to leave the clearing, a sudden rustling from the bushes caught his attention. Yami froze, his senses alert, and his gaze sharpened, shifting to the undergrowth. From the shadows, a hollow emerged, towering and monstrous, with four powerful arms and a massive body covered in dense, matted fur. Its face was obscured by a jagged, white mask, from which a pair of predatory yellow eyes gleamed hungrily.
"Well, well, what delicious prey I've stumbled upon," the hollow sneered, its voice a deep, menacing growl.
Yami took a deep breath, steadying himself. His purple eyes narrowed as he assessed the creature before him. Though he was face-to-face with a towering, four-armed monstrosity, he remained calm, an unwavering confidence radiating from his every movement.
'Of course, he thought dryly, a strong hollow appears just when I'm ready to begin my journey.'
But instead of dread, a sense of purpose filled him. 'This will be a good test of how far I've come in these fifty years.'
The hollow let out a bone-chilling roar and lunged, its arms tearing through the air with brute force. Yami's calm gaze followed its every move. His body, honed through years of combat, reacted instinctively. He sidestepped the hollow's wild strikes with a natural grace, his sword flickering like a shadow as he dodged and countered each swing with precise slashes. The beast's strength was immense, but Yami's finesse and experience allowed him to exploit every opening, every slight misstep.
The battle grew fiercer, the hollow's claws slicing through the trees, reducing them to splinters as it desperately tried to corner him. But Yami remained poised, weaving through its attacks effortlessly. His movements were fluid, almost like a dance, each step calculated, each strike a testament to his relentless training.
Sweat ran down Yami's brow, but his expression remained calm, even as the forest became a battlefield of broken branches and disturbed earth. This calmness was something he had cultivated over the years, a hard-earned skill from countless encounters with death. Fear, he'd learned, had no place in battle. Only strength mattered. In the ruthless world of Rukongai, weakness was a death sentence, and strength was the only path to survival.
Yami's expression turned serious as he noticed a pattern in the hollow's attacks a split second hesitation that exposed its mask.
In a single, fluid movement, Yami lunged forward. Feinting low, he drew the hollow's attention downward before channeling his reiatsu into a swift, upward slash aimed at its mask. His blade cleaved through the air with deadly precision, striking the mask and shattering it in an instant.
The hollow let out a final, anguished scream as its mask disintegrated. "This… this is impossible! How could a mere soul like you defeat me?" it roared, its voice fading as its body dissolved into particles, returning to the spiritual ether.
Yami stood there in silence as the forest regained its tranquility, the hollow now nothing more than a fading memory. He lowered his sword, his purple eyes reflecting a calm understanding of the harsh reality of his world.
'In the end, he thought, strength is all that matters here. If I want to survive and have freedom , to forge my path in this world, I can't afford mercy or weakness.'
Killing had once weighed heavily on him, but the brutal reality of Rukongai had forced him to come to terms with it. Survival here meant accepting that every fight was a test of strength, a constant struggle for dominance. He had come to realize that his own life depended on his ability to kill without hesitation, a lesson carved into him by countless battles in these dangerous streets and wild forests.
As Yami sheathed his sword, he took one last look at the forest. The once-peaceful clearing now bore scars of the battle, broken branches and gouged earth a testament to his fight. But instead of regret, Yami felt a quiet satisfaction. This was what it meant to be strong.
"Strength… that's the only way forward," he murmured, his voice carrying a sense of finality.
Yami turned, stepping out of the forest and leaving behind the remnants of his victory. With the Shin'ō Academy in his sights, he knew that this was only the beginning of his journey. But he was ready.
hi guys hope you enjoy this chapter im taking a break from my other works and picking up again on this one:)