'Tenjin-sama's vow came true.'
Have you ever heard that expression? It is a phrase sometimes used in rakugo or classical literature.
Simply put, it means, 'I prayed to a god, and something impossible happened.' In stories, these impossible occurrences are what get the plot rolling.
Since you are praying to a god to grant a wish, truly impossible things can happen without issue. Objects or beasts turning into humans could even be called an everyday occurrence.
Well, stories from the country of Japan have always been full of outrageous tropes.
The oldest history books contain stories of cross-dressing and siblings marrying. Moving forward to the Heian period, there were body-swap stories between men and women. In the Edo period, there was a story where all the main characters of a famous foreign tale were turned into women.
There was even a person who claimed, 'A historical figure appeared in my dream and said, "If you want to do lewd things, I'll become a woman so embrace me!!" so I attained enlightenment.'
In the first place, Tenjin-sama himself was born from the idea, 'He became an evil spirit, so let's build a shrine, worship him, turn him into a god, and receive divine blessings.' So, taking it to the extreme, anything goes.
...Huh? What am I trying to say?
Let me explain the scene right before my eyes.
Countless people form a long line, and at the end of it, there are several men wearing black kimonos.
They check the numbered tickets held by the people in line and sort them, announcing 'South' or 'District Twenty.'
Incidentally, all the men have Japanese swords tucked at their waists.
At the point of confirming this much, it clicked.
Ah, this isn't the World of the Living.
It is the Soul Society.
It is the world of BLEACH.
And so, having realized this, I was in the middle of a desperate escape from reality, but it seems I have to accept it soon.
After all, it is a story that has been common for a long time. I just got swept up in HENTAI culture. In modern Japan, stories like this are a dime a dozen.
With no other choice, half in acceptance and half in resignation, I tried to search for the cause as a futile resistance.
Common causes would be dying in an accident, passing through a mysterious gate, drinking strange red water, or sacrificing a little girl.
But none of those ring a bell.
Thinking back on my memories, the most likely possibility is that I went to pray to a certain god.
I am not particularly religious.
Long after the New Year's shrine visit period had passed and it was starting to feel hot, I suddenly decided to take a train and go worship.
It was hot, so on the way back, I stopped by a restaurant before going home.
That level of event is neither noteworthy nor rare.
My newest memory was that shrine visit. I cannot think of any other possible cause. If I had to say, in the midst of living days that were like routine work, this is the only thing that could be a cause.
No, no, but it is not like I prayed enthusiastically at that place, 'I want to go to the world of BLEACH!' I just prayed normally, 'May I live in peace!' It is true!!
"Are you okay?"
"...?"
Suddenly, one of the men in black kimonos called out to me. At that strangely concerned voice, I instinctively looked around.
"No, I mean you, Miss. You were really spacing out."
Oh my, I did not think the words were directed at me.
When I looked around, I realized that I had been so engrossed in my thoughts that there was no one left around me. Does that mean everyone who was lined up has been sorted, and I am the only one left?
I am sorry for delaying your work.
Even so...
"...Miss?"
...That can't be right.
The moment I voiced that, I was most surprised by my own voice. It should be my voice, but it was a high-pitched tone I did not recognize.
"Ah, yes. No matter how you look at it, you are a woman, right?"
The man in front of me—the Soul Reaper—looked at me with an expression asking what I was talking about.
"Hmm... I wish there was a mirror somewhere... Can't be helped!"
After worrying for a moment, the Soul Reaper drew the sword at his waist and held it up in front of me.
I was confused for a split second about what he wanted to do, but I see, that is it. He is using the blade as a substitute for a mirror. Thank you, I will take a look immediately.
Reflected there was the figure of a woman I had never seen before.
She looked about twenty years old.
Both her eye color and hair color were black, perhaps to match what is common in this world. Incidentally, her skin tone was also that of a typical Japanese person. You would feel she is a standard character you see often.
If that was all.
She had what you would call long black hair in twin tails. It was straight hair with almost no waves, and despite being tied up, the ends were long enough to reach her waist.
The hair quality itself was beautiful and seemed likely to draw quite a bit of attention. The face itself was well-structured, looking like some well-bred young lady.
Above all, because her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, she gave a sleepy... or rather, a gentle impression. However, since she is not particularly making a conscious expression, this is probably her default state.
To others, this would look quite easy... or rather, approachable.
"...Eh...?"
I instinctively snatched the sword from the Soul Reaper's hand like I was stealing it and stared at my face again. This time, I checked not just my face but my whole body.
First, I am extremely tall.
Even compared to the Soul Reaper in front of me and the others, I am a head or two taller. I am probably much taller than the average male height.
If one is tall, their limbs are also long. It is incomparable to a clumsy model.
Incidentally, my breasts are also incredibly huge.
If I look down, I cannot see my feet properly. With these breasts, even if my head were shaved bald, I would easily be identified as a female; that is how huge they are. Rather, I wonder why I did not notice until now. They are impossibly heavy.
In addition, whether it is a service or something, I am tentatively wearing clothes that look like a death shroud. I am wearing them, but the clothes are screaming because the size does not match.
"No... way...?"
The voice I let out along with a sigh reached my ears. It was also completely a woman's voice. A voice that carried a dignified atmosphere but also felt somewhat sweet.
You're kidding... I'm a man...
I desperately held back the urge to scream that. Because having confirmed this much, I have no choice but to admit it.
This is the so-called TS reincarnation—formally called TSF or something? I do not know the detailed definitions—but that is what this is.
"See, no matter how you look at it, you are a woman, right?"
Without knowing how I felt, the Soul Reaper spoke nonchalantly.
"Ah! Could it be that your memory is gone?"
Perhaps unable to watch me being so dispirited, the Soul Reaper started saying such things.
"It happens sometimes. Guys who can't believe their own death, or don't want to remember, so they forget."
"Is, is that so?"
I see. So there are guys like that too.
"I know it's tough, but this is our job too. You have to accept it. By the way, surely you can say your own name?"
"Name? Er, um..."
I am in trouble being asked that so suddenly!?
For the time being, my name from when I was alive is rejected.
It is completely a man's name, and since I have become a woman, it is like I have been reborn. In that case, taking on a completely new name would be a fresh start and help switch my mindset.
But I cannot think of such a good name immediately.
If I take too much time, the Soul Reaper will get suspicious... something, is there something good...
"Yu... Yukawa..."
In the end, after worrying, I used the place name where the god I was thinking about a little while ago is enshrined as my surname.
However, I thought, 'Is it a problem to use it as is?' so I twisted it a little.
If it is Crane, then Turtle. If it is Up, then Down. Like that, associating from the original word or changing it to a character with the opposite meaning.
This is a standard method when fabricating a random name.
In this case, associating from 'Island' (Shima), I went with 'River' (Kawa). But it should not be unnatural.
Now, the surname is decided, but next is the given name.
A good name that sounds feminine... Using a god's name is a bit too bold, so is there anything else... I've got it! I ate ice cream when I took a break! So let's use that!!
"...Airi."
I said it. I have no choice but to go with this now.
"I am Yukawa Airi."
"See, you do remember."
Relieved that I was able to name myself properly, the Soul Reaper broke into a smile and started saying something else.
But at that moment, I was thinking about something completely different without listening to his story.
I did not pray enthusiastically to go to the world of BLEACH, but if asked, "Do you want to go?" the feeling of "I want to try going" wins out a little.
I am fully aware that there are wars and it is a dangerous world, but even so.
The reason I think "I want to try going to this world!" is for a certain reason that I can assert anyone who knows the work BLEACH has thought of "at least once," more or less.
A character in BLEACH, Sosuke Aizen, said this:
'I will stand in the heavens.'
In that case, I will say this:
'I will grasp the summit (grope boobs) with these hands.'
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...Yeah, it can't be helped.
Orihime Inoue, Rangiku Matsumoto, Tier Harribel, Bambietta Basterbine—and so on.
There are many people in this world who possess magnificent mountains (breasts).
Don't you want to try climbing (groping) their mountains (breasts) at least once? I thought so. And not just once or twice.
Of course, there is no problem even if they do not possess magnificent mountains. High mountains or low mountains, it does not matter. The very idea of choosing is presumptuous. Because there are many erotic characters.
If asked why, I shall answer thus.
Because the mountain is there!! There is no hierarchy in mountains (breasts)!!
In that case, becoming a woman is not a bad thing. Rather, it is a massive advantage. If we are the same gender, the other party will likely let their guard down, and even if I make a move, it should be taken as a joke.
To put it further, most of the problems in this world can be managed as long as Ichigo Kurosaki (the protagonist) is there.
He is the all-purpose protagonist blessed with ridiculous lineage, aptitude, and talent. A little irrationality is blown away before his protagonist correction. So even if a foreign object like me exists, there is no need to worry about the future collapse of the canon.
There are various crises, but I just have to avoid getting deeply involved and skillfully dodge them to concentrate on my mountain climbing.
Thinking about it calmly like this, it is truly wonderful.
Then, let's take this opportunity to become a Soul Reaper myself and push forward to achieve this modest goal.
God, thank you!!
"By the way, can you give me back my sword soon?"
"Ah, I'm sorry."
For now, I apologized profusely.
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