Soul Society, Seireitei.

Months before the Ryoka Invasion

1:30 AM

"There, that was the last one."

I say as a green aura emanated from the palms of my hands, and then immediately disappeared like the wind. I stand up and take off the medical kit that I was carrying on my back, open it, and search through it, trying to find a pill with a skull symbol on it. I find it and pick it up, taking it towards the mouth of the lying shinigami. On his shoulder was a scar from a cut, it wasn't deep, but it was certainly wide. I open his mouth gently and place the pill inside it.

"This pill will help you recover your stamina more quickly." I say, helping him swallow the pill.

I leave the fourteenth aid team to take care of the rest, while I start walking through the streets of Seireitei. Along the way, I see some destroyed walls and streets. I sigh, knowing that this was caused by the eleventh division. Apparently, a certain group of shinigami from that division got into a fight to find out who in the group was the strongest, and the result was a large part of the east area being destroyed. It took the other divisions to intervene to stop all this confusion, and it wasn't very good, since many were injured and had to call the aid team.

"Frankly, Captain Zaraki needs to control his staff better." I say before laughing at my own sentence.

What am I saying? If the eleventh weren't uncontrolled and fierce, they wouldn't be the eleventh. Besides, if they weren't like that, they wouldn't be worthy of being led by that man.

I keep walking for a long time, looking at the blue sky that ran through the entire Seireitei, while several things went through my head, and sometimes I sang softly, enjoying the peace that seemed lasting. What a joke! I know very well what is to come, something that I thought several things to get away or at least stay safe, something that after thinking a lot, I came to the decision that it would be impossible for me to stay away from it.

Why do I think that? Simple: I'm not from this universe, in fact, not even the body I'm in really belongs to me.

It's been two weeks since I came to this universe. The first time I opened my eyes, it felt like I had woken up from a long sleep. In the seconds that I opened my eyes, memories invaded my mind, memories that did not belong to me. Wandering for a few minutes that in my mind seemed like years, I had finally understood my situation.

I had stopped in Bleach, a world infested by various races and powerful swords capable of doing anything, and it was also my favorite anime, even though I hadn't finished watching the anime or reading the manga. Even so, it had a special place in my heart.

I can't lie that when I discovered my situation I was extremely happy. Who wouldn't be happy to have the chance to meet their favorite characters? But then reality finally dawned on me: the chances of me being killed here are now a thousand times greater, like me running into a hollow or something worse.

But that wasn't all. Another truth had also dawned on me: I had been transmigrated into the body of a character. Looking at the memories I received, trying to figure out which body I was in, to my dismay I had been transmigrated into the body of Hanataro Yamada.

One of the most secondary characters and also one of the weakest in the series. From what I remember of him in the series, he helped Ichigo and Ganju, and he was also part of the fourth division. That's all I remember about him in the series, of course I'm only counting my memories of the series, but looking at the memories that I think belonged to the original Hanataro, there wasn't much interesting stuff. The ones that caught my attention the most were when he was in the shinigami academy, and I realized how horrible he was at three of the four main forms of Shinigami combat. The only area he was good at was Kidō, especially Kaidō, which are healing spells.

But after two weeks in this body, I finally accepted the situation I was in. I can follow my life as Hanataro and follow in his footsteps since I know he survives until the end of the series, but as I said before, that would certainly be impossible, because I'm here, a soul that is not from this universe now inhabiting a body, that's enough to change everything. I just hope that my presence doesn't completely change the story.

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What did I do to end up in this situation?

I pondered while cleaning this sewer, which had a horrendous smell. When I first came here, I almost vomited, but after some time, I got used to the stench. Normally, other division members would clean the sewer, but due to some unfortunate circumstances, the members responsible for this part of the sewer got sick, and I had to take over their duties along with other members. Well, it didn't make much difference since I spend most of my time wandering around Seireitei anyway.

This has nothing to do with me being lazy or anything. It's just that those of us in the medical division of the Fourth Division don't have much to do. We aren't in times of war or invasion to keep us occupied, so we mostly spend our time strolling through Seireitei or Rukongai. It's rare for us to be called for an emergency, like when a Shinigami gets injured while fighting a Hollow in the human world, or internal brawls in Seireitei, like those from the Eleventh Division.

We aren't even allowed to go on missions to the human world unless our captain orders it, or the order comes from the captain-commander himself.

I put these thoughts aside and continued cleaning the sewer with the squeegee. I spent about ten minutes cleaning the same area, doing it three times, but the damned smell wouldn't go away. It was like it was embedded in this part of the sewer. Losing my patience, I threw the squeegee to the ground and sat down in a rather undignified manner.

"Ahhh..."

I sighed as I thought about this whole situation, which boiled down to one thing: strength. I need to get stronger to face the dangers ahead. The worst part is that my knowledge of future events is limited since I didn't finish reading the manga or watching the anime. I can't simply tell everyone that Aizen is a traitor because they probably wouldn't believe me. Worse, they might ignore me, thinking I'm just crazy. Moreover, Captain Aizen has a good reputation throughout Seireitei, and people trust him.

He would undoubtedly eliminate me at the first opportunity or, worse, turn me into one of his experiments. So, all I can do is get stronger, strong enough to overcome anyone in my way.

I laughed at this thought. The way I thought about it made it seem like I had a goal, but in reality, I didn't. I spent some time thinking and concluded that it didn't matter if I didn't have a clear goal. I couldn't just let these things happen when I had knowledge about them. Now, I just needed the strength to prevent them, and if I survived all this, maybe I'd try to start a family. In my past life, I never really had a family to live with.

I set these thoughts aside and focused entirely on Hanataro's memories, trying to find anything useful, but the more I looked, the more disappointed I became. Firstly, his Zanjutsu was not even mediocre but a disaster. He only mastered a few basic techniques, and apart from that, he was a complete mess. This was one of my biggest worries since it is the most basic form of combat for a Shinigami. It's shameful for a Shinigami not to master this form of combat. I need to find a competent teacher if I really want to master it.

Hakuda, even at a mediocre level, is completely useless for the current state of this body. The body is too fragile to handle heavy and fast blows. Additionally, it is totally skinny, without a single muscle. I literally look like a stick walking among tree trunks. This situation can be resolved with proper training, which can do wonders for this body.

What left me speechless was the Hohō, which is the skill of speed and agility. The famous Shunpo is the highest expression of Hohō, something he didn't learn, meaning I can't use it and will have to learn it. Even so, I don't understand why he didn't learn Shunpo. He's part of the Fourth Division and a healer, so it makes perfect sense that one of the most important priorities would be to learn Shunpo. With it, he could reach places faster, thus saving more lives and helping his allies.

I can understand his poor Zanjutsu since he never prioritized it, being a healer, but Shunpo is indispensable.

Even feeling incredulous about this, I can't blame him much since he was a victim of bullying at the Spiritual Arts Academy, which left him very insecure, severely impacting his performance in the four Shinigami combat areas.

Finally, his most notable skill, Kido, where he was the best in his class, considering only Kido, with healing Kido, Kaidō, being his specialty. I feel he never really reached his full potential in Kaidō, which can be very helpful in the future.

I will have to focus on certain things first. I have plenty of time, a few months actually, before Ichigo and his friends' invasion. By then, I need to reach at least lieutenant level if I want to be truly useful and maybe change some things that could give us an advantage against Aizen.

I think I'll focus primarily on Zanjutsu since I at least need to learn how to fight with a sword before attempting to learn Shunpo. Speaking of which, it reminded me of something I ignored for quite some time.

Carefully drawing it from the obi sash of my black Shinigami kimono, there was a standard-sized katana with a blue hilt and a circular guard, my Zanpakuto, the most famous weapon of the Shinigami. I drew its blade from the sheath and stared at it.

"Would you tell me your name?" I said, staring at it intently.

I remained silent for a few minutes, waiting for any response or even a sign, but it was useless. I knew this would happen, but it didn't hurt to try. I had indeed forgotten that I had a Zanpakuto, even though it wasn't originally mine, and it was undoubtedly the most important step to becoming stronger. To do that, I need to discover its name, something I had no idea how to find out. Even rummaging through the original body's memories, there was nothing about how to go deeper into one's Zanpakuto. It was as if these memories had simply been erased and deleted.

I sheathed my sword and placed it back in its proper place in my obi sash. I stood up in one leap and stretched my arms back strongly. I need to find a way to get rid of this sewer stench and then find a decent teacher to teach me Zanjutsu.