Bleach: I Have No Talent

Shiro stepped out of the shower, his hair damp and a towel around his shoulders. The cold water had dulled the itching, but it hadn't completely erased it. His arms still tingled uncomfortably, and he couldn't stop himself from scratching at his wrists.

He paused in front of the mirror, noticing the faint red glow of his Sharingan in his reflection. Guess I activated it when I was mad. He sighed and deactivated it, running the towel over his damp face.

"This itching powder is ridiculous," he muttered. "I swear, Aizen and Haruto are going to regret this."

After slipping into his Shin'ō Academy uniform, he stepped out of the bathroom, scratching at his neck as he did. Aizen and Haruto were lounging near the doorway, their smug expressions enough to set him off again.

"Feeling better, Shiro?" Aizen asked with a sly grin.

Shiro shot him a glare. "Better than you will after I return the favor."

Haruto chuckled. "Oh, come on. It was just a prank. You're a big guy—you can handle a little itching powder."

Shiro flipped them both the middle finger, still scratching his arm as he walked out the door. "Let's see how funny you think it is when it's your turn."

Aizen and Haruto exchanged amused glances before following him.

The trio made their way through the academy's courtyard, the early morning sun casting long shadows. Shiro was still scratching occasionally, muttering curses under his breath, which only made Haruto laugh harder.

"Anyway, what are you up to after school?" Haruto asked, trying to sound casual despite his amusement.

"I'm visiting a friend," Shiro replied curtly, his focus straight ahead.

"Oh? Who's the lucky friend?" Aizen chimed in, genuinely curious.

"Katsu," Shiro said. "He's in District 76 of Rukongai."

Haruto's eyes widened. "Wait, District 76? That place is no joke. You actually know someone from there?"

Shiro smirked faintly. "I used to live there."

"You lived in District 76?" Aizen asked, raising an eyebrow. "Explains a lot, honestly."

"Yeah, well, Katsu's still there. He's one of the few people I trust, and I haven't seen him since I joined the academy."

Haruto grinned. "So, this Katsu guy—what's he like? Tough? A troublemaker?"

Shiro's expression softened. "Tough, definitely. He's like a Teacher. The kind of person who looks out for others, even when he doesn't have to."

Aizen nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like a good guy. Let's hope District 76 hasn't gotten worse since you left."

"I'll be fine," Shiro said confidently, though his tone left little room for argument.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as they arrived at the Hohō classroom and took their seats.

After School

"Later," Shiro said, waving off Aizen and Haruto as he stepped through the academy gates.

The journey to District 76 was long, the path becoming rougher with each step. The clean streets of the academy gave way to the chaotic, dust-covered roads of Rukongai. Shiro moved with purpose, ignoring the stares of those who seemed surprised to see someone like him wandering these parts.

An hour later, he reached a familiar corner where Katsu was waiting, leaning casually against a dilapidated wall.

"Shiro," Katsu called out with a grin, standing tall as Shiro approached. "About time you showed up."

"Good to see you too," Shiro replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Katsu clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on. Let's catch up. I've got a lot to tell you."

Meanwhile, back at the dorms, Aizen and Haruto had returned after a long day. Haruto headed to the bathroom, humming a tune, while Aizen sprawled across his bed, staring at the ceiling.

His thoughts drifted to Shiro and Haruto, their antics replaying in his mind. Despite the constant teasing, there was something comforting about their dynamic—something he wasn't used to.

But his darker thoughts crept in. You're kidding yourself, a voice whispered. They're not your friends. Haruto's just good for distractions, and Shiro... well, he's useful for now.

Aizen frowned, his fingers tapping the bedframe. "I'm not attached to them," he muttered.

Yet another voice, softer and more persistent, countered: Really? Have you forgotten how Haruto laughed with you this morning? Or how Shiro, even when annoyed, still sticks by your side?

Aizen closed his eyes, conflicted. He wasn't sure what friendship meant anymore.

His dark side whispered once more, louder and more insistent this time.

"It's just to accelerate Shiro's growth and then use his eyes for our purposes. Don't forget the original plan."

The words lingered in his mind like a venomous echo. He clenched his fists, his brow furrowed.

"The original plan... what is it, really?" Aizen muttered to himself. His thoughts were clouded, fragments of a past ambition flickering in his memory.

His good side, usually present to counter the darkness, was silent this time.

Shaking his head, Aizen abruptly stood and called out, "Haruto, I'm heading out for a while."

From the bathroom, Haruto's voice came muffled, "Yeah, whatever! Don't get lost!"

Ignoring the remark, Aizen left the dorms and began his journey.

The cool evening air brushed against Aizen's face as he walked purposefully, his thoughts heavy. The streets of Rukongai grew rougher and quieter the farther he traveled, the usual chatter and commotion of the districts fading into an eerie stillness.

District 58 wasn't as chaotic as the outer districts, but it wasn't peaceful either. The inhabitants gave Aizen wary glances as he passed, sensing something unsettling about him.

He entered a dense forest on the outskirts of the district, the trees towering overhead and casting long, twisting shadows. Aizen weaved through the underbrush, his steps sure as if he had walked this path countless times before.

After what felt like an eternity, he reached a large, weathered rock. Kneeling beside it, he brushed away the grass and dirt, revealing a hidden lever beneath. With a practiced motion, he pulled it.

The ground rumbled faintly, and the rock shifted, revealing a dark passage leading deep underground. Aizen stepped inside without hesitation, the heavy stone door sealing shut behind him with a resounding thud.

Aizen's footsteps echoed through the long, winding corridor as he moved deeper into the hidden underground lair. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness, the kind that sent an unsettling chill down the spine. Every step he took seemed to stretch the silence longer, until he reached the end.

A heavy door loomed before him, its metal warped and covered in ancient markings. With a slow, deliberate motion, Aizen pushed it open, revealing the horrors beyond.

As the door creaked, the room flickered to life. Torches, mounted on the walls, ignited one by one, casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. The smell of decay and chemical compounds filled the air.

This was no ordinary laboratory.

The walls were lined with large, cylindrical tanks—four in total. Each one contained a twisted, grotesque figure suspended in a viscous fluid. The people inside were barely recognizable, their bodies impaled by various tubes, wires, and needles, their faces the only visible feature. Their eyes were wide open, frozen in a silent scream, trapped in a waking nightmare. The fluid around them was a sickly yellow, tainted with crimson streaks, the blood-stained tables nearby evidence of the grotesque work that had been carried out.

Blood splattered the floor, leaving dark, sticky trails leading from the tables to the tanks. It was an abomination, an unholy place where life and death were twisted beyond recognition.

Aizen's lips curled into a faint, cold smile at the sight. He seemed unfazed, as if this was just another experiment. His steps were methodical, the sound of his heels clicking sharply against the stone floor as he walked towards the far corner of the lab.

There, standing apart from the tanks of failed creations, was another enormous vessel. This one was different. The water inside was not the usual translucent fluid but pitch black—like ink that absorbed all light. Aizen approached it slowly, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at what lay inside.

The only thing visible within the dark water was the mask of a hollow—its twisted, jagged design more monstrous than any ordinary hollow's.

Aizen's voice was soft but deadly as he spoke to the black water, his words slicing through the silence like a blade.

"I've waited for this moment."

With a twisted grin, he pulled a lever, causing the dark water to slowly drain, the black liquid spilling out into the overflow tank with a sickening gurgle. As the last traces of the water left the tank, the hollow's mask was revealed in full, the contours of the face twisted and demonic.

The hollow's body began to stir.

It was a grotesque fusion of raw muscle, exaggerated in size, its body pumped up with unnatural strength. Long, monstrous limbs, each ending in claws that could rip through flesh like paper, twitched and spasmed. The hollow's body was not like those of regular hollows; it was designed for one thing—violence. Its hollow hole was gaping, a void that seemed to suck in the very light around it.

The creature's mask was jagged, with an unsettling, sharp smile carved into its features. It was a horrifying parody of a human face, its hollow eyes burning with a fiery malice, its entire existence fueled by a need for destruction.

End Chapter Stats

Progress: 19.31%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 45

Endurance: 48

Speed: 46

Reiatsu Control: 47

Intelligence: 47

Battle Instinct: 48

[Abilities]

Sharingan (2nd Tomoe):

Enhanced tracking of fast movements, with greater accuracy.

Can cast basic genjutsu, manipulating the opponent's perception.

Can copy techniques such as Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Kidō with near-perfect accuracy, adapting them for personal use.

Hollow Detection: Sense the presence of

Hollows.

[Techniques Unlocked]

Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu

Shunpo

Byakurai

Shō

Reiatsu Strengthening

Moeru Danmaku

Water Style: Water Shark Bullet

Kaidō

Shadow Clone Jutsu

Bakudō: Sai

Bakudō: Hainawa

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 40%

[Ongoing Quests]

Get Madara Uchiha's Template progress to 20% in 2 months. (11 days Left)

Reward: Unlock all past life memories

Penalty: Never unlock past