Bleach: I Have No Talent

Shiro's lips moved faintly, his voice barely audible. "Katsu… help him."

And then, he was still.

Aizen froze, his blood running cold. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then, with a sharp inhale, he shook himself free from his paralysis. He slipped his arms under Shiro's body, lifting him gently but urgently onto his back.

"I'll fix this," he muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and resolve.

As he began to run, the guilt gnawed at him, a relentless voice in his mind reminding him that this was all his fault.

Aizen pushed himself to the limit, using Shunpo to cover ground as quickly as possible. His movements were uncharacteristically clumsy, his focus scattered by the weight of his guilt. The world around him blurred as he darted through the chaotic streets, his mind consumed with a single thought: They have to survive.

The strain of carrying both Shiro and Katsu's unconscious body on his back made his legs tremble. Sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the blood staining his hands and uniform.

After what felt like an eternity, Aizen's legs faltered. He stumbled, nearly dropping them both, but caught himself just in time. His breathing was ragged, each gasp like knives in his lungs.

"No… not yet," he hissed through gritted teeth.

Summoning the last reserves of his strength, Aizen switched his grip, cradling Shiro in his arms while Katsu remained draped over his shoulder. He moved again, faster this time, ignoring the burning in his legs and the pounding in his head.

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Arrival at the Shin'ō Academy

Sixteen agonizing minutes later, the towering gates of the Shin'ō Academy came into view. Relief surged through Aizen, but it was quickly drowned by urgency. He stormed toward the hospital, each step heavier than the last as exhaustion threatened to take hold.

When he reached the hospital doors, he didn't bother to knock or wait. With a forceful kick, he sent the doors flying open, startling the staff inside.

"Help them!" Aizen's voice was hoarse, raw with desperation.

The medics rushed forward, their faces pale as they took in the sight of the two battered and bloodied boys. Aizen carefully laid Shiro and Katsu onto adjacent beds, his hands trembling as he did so.

For a moment, he stood there, frozen as the medics worked around him. The guilt pressed down on him like a physical weight, his vision swimming with images of Shiro's agonized face and Katsu's limp body.

"I did this," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

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While Aizen sat silently in the corner of the room, drowning in his guilt, Shiro's world began to shift.

When Shiro opened his eyes, he didn't see the familiar glow of kaidō being used by the doctors, nor the faces of his worried friends. Instead, all he saw was an endless void—darkness stretching infinitely in every direction.

He rose to his feet, instinctively placing a hand on his stomach where Kurozai had struck him, yet he felt no pain. His wound was gone, replaced by an eerie stillness. Brushing his hair back in frustration, Shiro started walking, his footsteps echoing faintly in the void.

He walked for what felt like hours, yet there was no change. The oppressive blackness surrounded him, trapping him in an unending loop. His mind churned with frustration, but he pressed forward, determined to find something—anything.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he began to hear it.

A voice.

The sound was faint at first, distorted and chilling. It wasn't one voice but hundreds, overlapping, whispering, and merging into a single haunting chorus.

"Come…come to me…"

The voices clawed at his mind, making him shiver. The unsettling sound filled the void, the only noise in the suffocating silence.

With a heavy sigh, Shiro made his decision. "Fine. Let's see where this goes."

He moved toward the source of the sound—or at least, what he thought was the source. The darkness played tricks on his senses, and after five minutes of walking, the voices seemed even farther away.

Shiro halted, his frustration bubbling over. "Damn it! Am I stuck here forever?"

The ground beneath him rippled suddenly, turning liquid. Shiro's body plunged downward, the inky blackness swallowing him whole. Panic surged as he flailed, expecting to suffocate, but no breathlessness came.

Instead, he found himself on solid ground again, collapsing to his knees.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in darkness. Before him stretched a serene green meadow, vibrant with life. The grass swayed gently in a soft breeze, and colorful flowers dotted the landscape. Towering trees stood proudly, their leaves whispering in the wind.

For a moment, Shiro was mesmerized by the beauty. But then the voice returned.

"Already…you're…close…"

Its distorted tone sent a shiver down his spine.

He started walking again, but as he moved deeper into the meadow, the world began to change. The vibrant flowers withered into dry, lifeless husks. The lush grass blackened, burned as though by an unseen fire. Trees that once stood tall were now charred and broken, their twisted branches reaching skyward like skeletal hands.

For what felt like an hour, Shiro walked through this decaying wasteland.

Then he saw it.

In the distance, a figure was bound in golden chains, its body writhing unnaturally. It was impossible to fully see—its form glitched and distorted as though reality itself rejected its existence.

But Shiro's eyes locked onto one feature that was clear: a hollow mask.

The mask's design was grotesque, its surface cracked and jagged, with sharp edges that seemed to drip with malevolence.

Before Shiro could react, an immense force yanked him backward, pulling him out of the scene.

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Back to Reality

Shiro's eyes snapped open. The room around him was blurry at first, but he could make out several figures standing over him. The faint green glow of kaidō surrounded him as the doctors worked furiously to heal his wounds.

Pain overwhelmed him, sharp and searing, centered on his stomach where Kurozai's attack had struck.

"Ahh…" Shiro groaned, his body instinctively trying to rise, but a hand gently held him down.

"Don't move," one of the doctors said firmly. "Your injuries are severe, even if you're no longer in critical condition. If your friend hadn't brought you here so quickly, you would've bled out."

The doctor gestured toward a guard standing nearby, his gaze fixed on the floor. Beside him, Haruto paced back and forth, his expression a mixture of fear and worry.

Shiro turned his head, spotting Katsu lying in the bed beside him. A bandage wrapped around Katsu's head, but he appeared otherwise unharmed.

Shiro forced a weak smile and turned his attention to Aizen, who stood at the back of the room, staring at the floor. "Thank you, Aizen. You saved us...you saved me and Katsu."

Aizen looked up, his face calm and composed, though guilt weighed heavily in his heart. Seeing Shiro's bright, grateful smile only deepened the ache.

"It was nothing," Aizen replied evenly, masking his inner turmoil.

Shiro tilted his head slightly. "Why did you even come there in the first place?"

Aizen hesitated, his mind racing for an excuse. "…I was…worried…about you."

Shiro's smile widened. "You're the best friend I could ask for, Aizen."

Despite the pain, Shiro raised his hand weakly for a fist bump.

Before Aizen could react, Haruto appeared, carrying food and water. "Hey, don't forget about me!" Haruto grinned, extending his hand.

With a small chuckle, the three of them bumped fists together.

But as Aizen pulled back, the guilt inside him churned even more violently. That smile—so trusting, so genuine—it was a knife twisting in his heart. He forced himself to remain composed, even as his thoughts darkened.

"Shiro," he thought bitterly, "you have no idea what's coming."

Progress: 25.31%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 45

Endurance: 48

Speed: 46

Reiatsu Control: 47

Intelligence: 47

Battle Instinct: 48

[Abilities]

Sharingan (3nd 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: 50%