All of this was just to sustain his existence and grow even stronger.
Because of everything he had endured, Masatsuki Aozaki had developed a reckless indulgence toward his own desires.
Rangiku Matsumoto was a soul living in Kagarashi. As someone with the potential to become a Shinigami, the Reishi in the air wasn't enough to sustain her. She had been on the verge of starving to death when she encountered Masatsuki Aozaki, who was collecting protection money on the streets.
"Hey, kid. What's your name?" Masatsuki had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen this scene before.
"Rangiku… Rangiku Matsumoto..." The frail girl spoke weakly.
Without hesitation, Masatsuki used the food he had scavenged to pull her back from the brink of death—securing himself a future beauty of a wife in the process.
...
"Aizen-sama, are you interested in that man?"
Under the shade of a tree, a blind man with dark skin and goggles gazed toward the battlefield where Masatsuki was rampaging through the streets.
"Interested? No… That man has been mine from the beginning. He's been quite helpful with my operations in District 62."
Aizen casually flipped through a file in his hands. It was Masatsuki's dossier.
Name: Masatsuki Aozaki
Age: 20
Origin: Soul from the World of the Living
Assigned Territory: District 62, East Rukongai—Kagarashi
Reiatsu Rank: 17
Assessment: Appears easygoing and carefree, extremely self-indulgent. However, in truth, he is ruthless and ambitious.
Note: Displays Lieutenant-level potential.
"Tōsen, this is his final evaluation."
With that, Aizen picked up a pen and began making adjustments to the report.
The Reiatsu Rank was changed to 16, and the Note was updated to captain-level potential.
"You seem to have high expectations for him. Are you planning to bring him to our side?" Kaname Tōsen couldn't see, but the tone in Aizen's voice made his stance clear.
"Four years ago, I first saw him in Kagarashi. Back then, his Reiatsu rank was below 20—he was just another insignificant soul."
Aizen glanced at the evaluation report and spoke in a calm, even tone.
"But in just four years, his Reiatsu has reached 16th rank—the level of an average squad member."
"The most important thing is that he is a soul from the World of the Living, yet he has survived in Rukongai. This level of talent is incredibly rare. He doesn't belong here."
"So, you're sending him to Shin'ō Academy?"
Aizen's lips curled into a gentle smile—one that radiated warmth, naturally putting people at ease.
"Exactly. His talent shouldn't go to waste here. Seireitei is where he belongs."
...
Masatsuki tightened his grip around a soul's neck, lifting him into the air. His gaze shifted toward a large tree in the distance. He couldn't see anything, but he knew someone was watching him from there.
A surge of excitement stirred within him.
Not because he was about to enter Shin'ō Academy—no, that was merely a stepping stone.
It was because he was one step closer to the Hōgyoku.
Ever since meeting Aizen in District 62 and catching his interest, Masatsuki had remained here, hunting down souls with Shinigami potential. He stripped them of their Reiryoku, not only to trade for resources but to get closer to Aizen—searching for a way to seize the Hōgyoku for himself.
After all, the year was 1878.
The Hōgyoku experiment hadn't even begun yet. That miraculous artifact—the one capable of manifesting one's deepest desires and guiding their evolution—was still in its infancy.
Aizen was still gathering materials for its creation. It would be another century before he successfully fused with it.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto remained the strongest Shinigami, still as formidable as ever.
The most powerful Arrancars at this time were limited to Starrk, Lilynette, and Ulquiorra.
Yhwach had yet to invade Soul Society.
And Ichigo Kurosaki?
He hadn't even been born yet.
In this era, the war between the Shinigami of the World of the Living and the Quincy still rages on. The noble families of Soul Society continue their endless struggles for power, marked by assassinations and political intrigue. Meanwhile, the Hollows of Hueco Mundo never stop seeking to fill the emptiness in their souls. Chaos and bloodshed reign across all three realms.
Masatsuki Aozaki wasn't particularly ambitious. He only wanted to seize a Hōgyoku to strengthen himself—was that really too much to ask?
Ignoring the blood pooling on the ground, he remained unfazed.
Rangiku Matsumoto walked over to him with a calm expression. She was long accustomed to sights like this, where blood flowed freely.
Living in District 62 meant there was no avoiding such things.
"Masatsuki, let's go already. The Shin'ō Academy selection is about to begin!"
She bounced closer, brimming with energy, her voice ringing out cheerfully.
Masatsuki tossed aside the last of his opponents and caught Rangiku as she leapt toward him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"How could I forget? I just wanted to make a little extra cash before leaving." He chuckled, ruffling her hair.
She wasn't quite grown yet, but she was already adorable.
"You say that like we'll definitely pass the exam just by showing up…" Rangiku puffed up her cheeks in protest, bumping her head against his chin. "And don't touch my hair! I spent ages getting it just right today."
Masatsuki laughed, then hoisted her onto his shoulder.
"Alright, boys! Strip them clean! Don't leave them with a single thing!"
"Yes, Aozaki-oyabun!"
His subordinates moved swiftly and efficiently.
In less than fifteen minutes, over twenty souls from District 63—who had come to seize territory—were left completely naked.
Masatsuki took only their valuables before setting off with Rangiku and Gin Ichimaru toward Seireitei.
...
As they walked, the scenery gradually changed. The streets became cleaner, the buildings taller, their design more intricate and refined. Compared to Rukongai, the grandeur of this district was an entirely different world.
Then—
Boom!
A deafening crash shook the air as smoke and dust filled the path ahead. A massive stone wall came crashing down from above.
From within the haze, a towering figure with short black hair and a rugged build strode forward, his grin wide and unrestrained.
"You lot are here for the Shin'ō Academy entrance exam, right?"
"I'm Kaiwan, the Gatekeeper of Seireitei's East Gate. If you want to get in, wait here. Once you pass the test, you can finally say goodbye to this place."
Kaiwan, gripping an enormous sword, glanced at the hopefuls crowding the gate. With a casual smile, he pushed open the stone doors, revealing a group of Shinigami in black uniforms—presumably instructors from the Shin'ō Academy.
Seizing the moment, Masatsuki quietly slipped through the crowd and made his way to Kaiwan's side. He gave a discreet tug at the man's sleeve.
Kaiwan glanced at the coins in Masatsuki's palm, quickly pocketed them, then looked around cautiously before stepping back.
"Masatsuki, what brings you to District 1? What kind of business are you running this time?"
"This time, I'm not here on business," Masatsuki replied with a grin. "I'm here to take the Shin'ō Academy entrance exam."
"So, you've finally decided to become a Shinigami? With your Reiatsu, you could've taken the test ages ago. I really don't get why you waited so long." Kaiwan sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
"But that means no more side gigs from you."
"Come on, one of Seireitei's Four Great Seireimon Gatekeepers complaining about money? You really need the extra cash?"
"Don't even mention that 'Four Great Seireimon Gatekeepers' nonsense. I'm just a glorified doorman. My salary is barely enough as it is, and my wife keeps comparing herself to those noble ladies…" Kaiwan sighed, shaking the coins in his hand.
"You're not the type to show up empty-handed. This money must be for something else, right?"
"What kind of talk is that? Aren't we like brothers?" Masatsuki grinned, throwing an arm around Kaiwan's shoulders.
"Honestly, I just want to make sure—this year's entrance exam isn't any different from previous years, right?"
…
Reiatsu Rankings in This Story:
In the original Bleach, Reiatsu levels were classified from 1st to 20th rank.
3rd rank and above: Captain level
4th to 5th rank: Lieutenant level
Ranks below 5th: Unspecified in detail
For this story:
6th to 12th rank: Seated officer level
Below 12th rank: Ordinary squad members