Short version: A guy gets yeeted into the Bleach World. Oh, and he also has a system.
Long version: In a world where Kazuya felt trapped, he longed for a life of freedom. When he wakes up in the strange land of Hueco Mundo, he's determined to make t...
A lanky blonde man in a blazing orange shirt and obsidian-black trousers swaggered down the street, one hand nonchalantly buried in his pocket, while the other effortlessly balanced a plain katana on his shoulder.
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Strutting by his side was a short woman cloaked in a red jogging suit over a white shirt. Her short, golden hair, styled into spiky pigtails, was tamed by ruby-red clips that matched her fiery temper.
The katana strapped to her back and the one held by the blonde man seemed completely out of place on the streets of Karakura Town.
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Her freckled face twisted in disgust. "Shinji, I'm pissed."
"Remind me of one time you weren't pissed."
"It's different this time," she groaned. "This Hollow smell... It's making my stomach turn. I wanna stab these mother—"
In a swift motion, Shinji's hand covered Hiyori's mouth, silencing her before she could curse. He flashed a grin at the elementary school students innocently passing by, making them flee for their lives. "Don't curse in front of the young ones."
Hiyori retaliated with a vicious kick to Shinji's shin, causing him to stumble. "You better hope Urahara has answers for this, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
"What the hell does it have to do with me, snaggletooth?!"
Hiyori's leg shot up again, her foot connecting with Shinji's side and sending him crashing into a wall. Their supernatural resilience ensured that such impacts left no mark on them.
"Snaggletooth!"
Their relentless bickering continued, akin to siblings locked in a never-ending feud, until they reached a deceptively ordinary-looking establishment — Urahara Shop. Kisuke Urahara had opened this unassuming storefront as a cover for his shady activities, selling wares from the Soul Society to Shinigami stationed in the Living World for missions.
The ever-so-violent Hiyori raised her leg with a pissed face. However, the sliding door opened just in time, and Kisuke elegantly sidestepped her incoming kick.
