Prologue Chapter: Akira
Narrator POV
Akira walked with a bored expression, heading home after yet another typical day at school. He let out a heavy sigh as his shoulders slumped in defeat. He was sick of this life. Yeah, it might sound edgy or emo to think that way, but he had his reasons. Akira was nothing more than a universal transmigrant… or something like that. In short, a reincarnated guy. Was he happy? Of course not.
Why would he be happy? For losing his previous life? For never being able to see his mother and sisters again? Because, yeah, Akira had been raised only by his mother in his past life. It sucked, but what else could he expect? In that life, maybe he didn't have luxuries, but he was happy. He had a mom, two sisters, and a life that, despite all its difficulties, was his own. But here? What was there for him? No parents—both dead in an accident—no siblings, not even a damn dog.
God… and the worst part was that his new body was weaker and frailer than normal. Akira was physically weaker than an average teenager. On top of being lonelier than a louse on a bald head, he was also completely useless when it came to power. This life, rather than a blessing, felt like a curse. No family, no friends, and a body that didn't help him one bit. Definitely, God had given him a hard battle… and for now, Akira was losing.
"Well, at least I've got my health, right?" he thought with a hint of resignation. Well, that was something, wasn't it? Right? Truth be told, by this point, Akira didn't even care whether he was healthy anymore.
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Akira POV
At least was I good-looking? Meh, maybe a bit above average. I was tall and slim, with messy black hair—a total disaster I never bothered to comb. Most of it fell over my face, covering part of my forehead and eyes, giving me a careless vibe. My eyes, however, were a peculiar, vibrant blue—a striking contrast to my otherwise lazy appearance.
Well, that was something. At least a small win… but it didn't make up for all the crap my life had become.
"Honestly, having blue eyes doesn't make up for losing my entire past life," I muttered irritably, kicking a pebble along the road.
"The worst part is… I'm in the world of Bleach…" I thought, giving a lazy kick to an empty soda can and watching it roll a few meters down the street.
Although, thinking about it, this world wasn't as screwed as some others. All I had to do was simply do nothing. If I stayed out of the way and didn't draw attention, I could avoid any problems. Simple as that—keep my ass away from chaos. After all, Bleach's conflicts revolved around the spiritual world, shinigami, and souls, not regular humans. As long as I didn't get involved with that side of things, I had nothing to worry about. Ten points for that.
But if I knew all this… why the hell didn't I just leave the damn country? The answer was simple: no money. I barely had enough to get by—just enough for food, school, and maybe a cheap snack every now and then. So, even if I wanted to get out of Japan to avoid getting tangled in the plot, I simply couldn't.
Running off to another country wasn't an option.
But it was hard to accept my situation. Weren't reincarnated people supposed to get some badass power, wishes, or something like that? That's what all the fanfics said, at least. But me? I didn't get shit. No wishes granted, no overpowered body. Just another random dude in the Bleach world—a background character.
Which, let's be honest, sucked. Reincarnated people were supposed to be the main characters or something, but not me. I was just a guy who knew what would happen in the story but couldn't do a damn thing about it. And I couldn't even tell anyone, because if I did, the spiritual world would come crashing down on me fast. The last thing I needed was to get captured and interrogated for information. Better to stay quiet, pretend I knew nothing.
I wasn't stupid. Getting involved with the spiritual world would be like sticking my foot into a Hollow's mouth. With this body, even the weakest shinigami's spiritual pressure could crush me. Yeah, that's how weak I was. Or maybe I was exaggerating… who knows. Maybe yes, maybe no. Truthfully, I couldn't even see spirits—and honestly, I was glad for that. That meant my spiritual energy was low, and therefore, Hollows wouldn't notice me.
At least being a random nobody had its perks.
"Damn, first time I'm actually grateful to be a nobody…" I thought with a bitter smile.
"Ha-ha-ha, I bully myself so I don't cry," I muttered with a sarcastic laugh. Honestly, my sense of humor was completely broken. If I could laugh at a video of bread falling over, I could definitely laugh at my own misery.
I sighed, pushing my thoughts aside, and opened the door to my house. I walked in lazily and tossed my backpack onto a chair without caring where it landed. I'm so fucking done with this place… I thought as I dropped heavily onto the couch. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of finally being home.
"At last… peace and quiet," I murmured with a small, satisfied smile. I just wanted to rest for a bit without anything weird happening. Or so I thought. "Feels like I'm being watched…" I opened one eye on instinct—and nearly had a heart attack.
There, peeking from around the hallway corner, was a child.
I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the first thing I could find—which happened to be a TV remote—and hurled it straight at his face with all my strength. But instead of hitting, the object passed right through him like he wasn't even there.
My eyes widened like plates.
"Holy shit, that's the devil." Without hesitation, I formed an imaginary cross with my fingers and pointed it at the kid. "Not in my house, bro! My faith in Christ the King protects me! Screw you, ghosts—The Lord is in the house!"
An anime-style sweat drop rolled down my temple as I saw the little brat giggle instead of getting scared. Then he stepped forward, fully emerging from the hallway shadow—and that's when I saw it clearly.
He wasn't a normal kid. He was a ghost.
Or rather, a soul that hadn't yet passed on to the Soul Society. And that… that wasn't cool. If I could see this spirit, that meant I had developed spiritual awareness. And nope. Nope, nope, nope. Hell no.
This—this was exactly what I'd been trying to avoid at all costs.
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End of Chapter