AD 1878.
District 62, East Rukongai—Kagarashi.
The sun shone brightly, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves along the street.
Two children in clean clothes walked along, enjoying the wind. Their presence stood out sharply against the harsh environment surrounding them.
"Ichimaru… Ichimaru, hurry up! The registration for Shin'ō Academy is about to close. I don't want to wait until tomorrow!"
A lively young girl with orange hair, dressed in a white yukata, hopped and skipped ahead excitedly.
Behind her, a silver-haired boy with narrowed eyes strolled at a leisurely pace. Letting out a sigh, he finally quickened his steps, clearly not used to her boundless enthusiasm. He had no choice—he hadn't known the girl for long, and they weren't exactly close. Their connection existed only because of one man.
"That's Rangiku Matsumoto and Gin Ichimaru!"
"Shut up! Do you have a death wish? Those two aren't people you want to mess with!"
"..."
As the two of them walked further away, some souls hiding in the dilapidated houses let out relieved sighs, while others gazed at them with greed in their eyes...
"Matsumoto… I told you before we left—don't wear anything too nice. I can't guarantee you won't get stripped bare walking around like that."
"District 62 isn't like District 1. The souls here are either the oppressed or the downright vicious."
Rangiku pouted, speaking in a casual tone.
"I only went to District 1 for a little while. This is where I grew up—of course I know what it's like… But this yukata was a gift from Masatsuki."
The street fell into an eerie silence, and all the hushed whispers ceased.
The souls around them stared at Rangiku, still pouting, with envy in their eyes. It suddenly hit them just how lucky she was.
Rukongai—the first stop for souls after death—was divided into 80 districts. The higher the district number, the worse the living conditions and security. Life in the outer districts was brutal.
District 1, with its safety, stable homes, and abundant food, was like paradise to those suffering in District 62.
Yet this girl had been there, even stayed for a while, and now walked these streets in spotless clothing.
The realization made their noses sting with bitterness.
"So this is what it's like to be rich? Damn it, my whole family couldn't scrape together enough for even a few coins."
"I'm so jealous… Boss, should we just rob her for her clothes?"
"Shut up. Do you even know who took her in? Rangiku-san is family to Aozaki-oyabun. If he hears what you just said..."
They instinctively glanced around, making sure the man they feared wasn't nearby, before finally relaxing.
"Speaking of which, where is Aozaki-oyabun?"
The man referred to as "Boss" asked.
"I heard people from District 63 are coming to take over our turf..."
"Aozaki-oyabun is probably off fighting. It's already been a day..."
"Sounds about right. Aozaki-oyabun loves to prey on the weak..."
The subordinates murmured among themselves, piecing together what they knew.
"Rubbish! Aozaki-oyabun would never do something like that!"
Suddenly, their boss straightened up, eyes red and teary. He clenched his fists and shouted with emotion,
"He must be out there protecting District 62! Damn it, such an important battle, and he didn't even take me with him!"
The subordinates exchanged silent looks.
...You seriously don't know why he didn't take you?
You're as weak as a chick.
If you hadn't latched onto Aozaki-oyabun early and become his lackey, we would've taken you out ages ago. No way would you be the boss right now!
"That's right!"
"Aozaki-oyabun doesn't even see us as his own people!"
"Let's go help him!" The so-called boss cheered, clenching his fists.
With that, the gathered souls followed behind Rangiku Matsumoto and Gin Ichimaru, forming a large procession as they marched toward District 63.
Bang!!
The next moment, a ragged figure was sent flying like a cannonball, slamming into a tree before sliding down limply like a pile of broken flesh. Blood pooled across the ground.
For a second, the souls froze in shock—then an earth-shaking cheer erupted.
"Aozaki-oyabun!"
In the distance, surrounded by a group of people, stood a man with black hair and dark eyes. His tall, well-defined features carried a strange mix of elegance and wildness.
"Masatsuki, I'm here!" Rangiku called out loudly, waving her hand at him.
Hearing her voice, Jintsuki Aozaki let out a sigh and casually sent another charging soul flying with a punch.
This was Soul Society—the world of Bleach.
Twenty years ago, he had transmigrated into this world, born into a family of swordsmen. However, he wasn't in Soul Society at first but in the World of the Living—the human realm of Bleach.
When he first arrived, he mistakenly believed he had been transported to a parallel world similar to the modern era of his past life.
It wasn't until he witnessed wandering spirits, monsters with hollowed-out chests and white masks, and warriors wielding swords to fight them that he realized where he truly was. Then, after dying from an illness, he found himself in Soul Society—confirming that he had indeed been reborn into Bleach.
Now, in the distance, Rangiku and Gin—two future well-known figures—stood watching.
When Masatsuki was first placed in District 62, he had been on constant alert, wary of the souls around him. After all, the higher-numbered districts were notorious for their lawlessness and squalid conditions.
But over time, he realized that this place wasn't as dangerous as he had initially imagined.
Unlike other transmigrators, he had no "Chosen One" system, no cheats. However, his Reiatsu was naturally higher than that of the average soul, and his ability to perceive and control Reishi was sharper than most.
Living in Rukongai, he had no formal method for training Reiryoku.
However, the key difference between a physical body and a spiritual one was that the latter was composed of Reishi instead of physical matter. That meant conventional physical training could still be effective. His past life's foundation in Kendo had also provided a significant advantage.
Six years ago, in order to survive and avoid being preyed upon, he trained relentlessly and fought tooth and nail.
Through countless battles and betrayals, through bloodshed and hardship, he clawed his way to the top.
From a nameless soul to the undisputed boss of Kagarashi District, he had even gained enough confidence to attempt the entrance exam for Shin'ō Academy.
Even he couldn't remember how many times he had fought, how many times he had bled.
But his Reiatsu alone was proof of everything he had endured.
He became the boss of District 62 for the sake of power.
Ordinary souls could sustain themselves by passively absorbing Reishi from the air, eliminating the need for food.
But high-Reiryoku souls like Masatsuki were different. The Reishi in Rukongai's atmosphere wasn't enough to sustain him. He needed food to survive.
So he fought. He defeated every opponent in his way, seized their food and weapons, and established his rule over this district.
He became the boss, and his subordinates continued to plunder resources for him.
Food replenished Reiryoku. Swords armed himself and his men.
Excess blades were sold for money. That money bought more food.
And so the cycle of looting and survival continued.