Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

"Of course, I have to see this for myself." Urahara slapped his thigh, his smile disappearing as his expression grew serious.

"Perhaps it's another experiment by Aizen…"

At 1 a.m.

Chu Yang, who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

A figure stood by the window, watching him with a smile.

Seeing the man wearing a fisherman's hat, Chu Yang didn't seem surprised.

He sat up, leaned against the bedhead, and frowned, "I hate it the most when people disturb me while I'm sleeping, and secondly when I'm eating."

Chu Yang's calm demeanor piqued Urahara's interest even more, prompting him to ask, "Most people would either scream or get angry in this situation. Aren't you going to do something?"

"I'm about to." Chu Yang grinned. "You think I'm chatting with you?"

"No!"

"I'm just telling you in advance..."

"The reason why you're about to get beaten up!"

The moment Chu Yang unleashed his killing intent, Urahara finally understood what Rukia meant by her sense of dread.

It felt like invisible hands were wrapped around his neck, suffocating him.

And this feeling stemmed from his soul.

If Urahara felt like this, it was no wonder Rukia had been so terrified.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the sharp edge of a blade was already inches from Urahara's face.

Its coldness penetrated his bones.

Though it was just a wooden sword, Urahara felt as though it could tear him apart.

Clang! The wooden sword was blocked by the cane in Urahara's hand.

But the wall behind Urahara exploded, as if struck by an invisible force.

Chu Yang's room now had a huge gaping hole.

The wind blew through, causing the temperature to drop suddenly.

"Your temper upon waking is worse than I expected."

Despite the tension, Urahara remained as playful as ever, cracking jokes even in such a critical moment.

"A guy who disturbs someone's sleep in the middle of the night doesn't deserve to say that."

Chu Yang's voice was cold as his aura shifted once again, with searing breaths escaping his mouth and nose.

Urahara's expression grew serious as he wiped the smile from his face.

What kind of power is this? He had never seen anything like it, and he wasn't even sure if this was Fullbring.

As the power of "Origin Breathing" erupted, the force transmitted through the wooden sword multiplied, instantly exceeding Kisuke Urahara's expectations.

The ground beneath Urahara's feet cracked, and he himself was close to being overwhelmed by this tremendous strength, forcing him to take half a step back to release the pressure.

But the moment he shifted his foot, the pressure on his cane felt like a tidal wave.

Layer upon layer, wave after wave, it almost drowned him.

Boom!!!

In the end, he was violently slammed into the center of the road, causing the ground to cave in by several meters, with cracks spreading outward, forming a massive spiderweb-like pattern.

"Cough, cough..."

Lying in the pit, Kisuke Urahara pushed aside the rubble on him. He looked disheveled but was not seriously injured.

"No Zanpakutō, no Shikai, no Bankai, yet he has such immense power with just Fullbring?"

"And he still has energy left. It seems that an average Shinigami wouldn't stand a chance against him. At the very least, he's on the level of a lieutenant."

"As for whether he's at a captain's level... it's still unclear."

After muttering to himself for a while, Urahara let out a long sigh, as if relieved, "There isn't a trace of Hollowfication on him, so this shouldn't be related to Aizen. Even I couldn't create something like this, so he definitely can't either."

Kisuke Urahara shouted loudly, "Hey, kid, I apologize for tonight. Let's call it quits..."

Chu Yang silently appeared in front of him.

He raised his wooden sword high and thrust it down fiercely!

Urahara's pupils contracted sharply.

"Damn it!"

In that split second, Urahara used Shunpo.

The tip of the sword pinned his fisherman's hat tightly into the rubble!

The pit deepened by several meters.

The surroundings shook violently as if the earth itself had turned over, and in the middle of the night, countless people were jolted awake.

Adults shouted in panic, children cried, and chaos ensued.

Urahara's figure flickered as he retreated to a distance, rubbing his head. "This guy's temper is really bad. If this fight continues, the entire street will be affected."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have provoked him so recklessly..."

Just as Urahara was pondering how to deal with Chu Yang next, Chu Yang didn't attack again. He simply stood there, watching him intently with a stern expression.

Urahara was baffled.

What was he doing?

Was he tired and taking a break?

"Restore the street to its original state." Chu Yang pointed at the devastated road and, surprisingly, went back home through the large hole in the wall.

He went home!

Kisuke Urahara stood there, dumbfounded.

"He really is an eccentric young man..."

After muttering to himself, Urahara actually lowered his head and began repairing the road. If anyone came out to investigate, he would erase their memories.

A moment later, he had even patched up the hole in Chu Yang's house.

"Urahara-san, what are you doing here?"

Urahara turned around to find Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo standing nearby, staring at him.

"Haha..." Urahara let out a dry laugh and scratched his head. "Oh, nothing, just taking a stroll because I was bored."

They mustn't find out I was beaten into the ground by someone!

Rukia asked suspiciously, "I sensed two very powerful spiritual pressures clashing just now. I thought a strong Hollow had appeared in the area, but it turns out you're the only one here."

"Did a battle just happen here?"

Avoiding their questioning gazes, Urahara turned his head to the side, "No, nothing happened here."

Kurosaki Ichigo said, "I think I saw you fixing a house just now. Did you break someone's house?"

"Who said that?!" Urahara vehemently denied, "I just noticed the house was old and in need of repair, so I decided to do a good deed and fix it."

"Very suspicious, Urahara-san." Rukia walked right up to him, scrutinizing his face closely.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way!" Urahara now just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Creak~

The door to Chu Yang's house opened.

Chu Yang stood at the door, glaring coldly at Urahara. "You forgot to say sorry."

Urahara: "..."

Rukia hadn't expected this to be Chu Yang's home either. She stared at him in a daze, then pieced together why Urahara had come here.

Rukia's eyes widened as she looked at Urahara, "Urahara-san, could it be that..."

Urahara scratched his head awkwardly, "I was just curious, so I came to check it out. Who knew this young man had such a bad temper."

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared at Urahara.

"I'm sorry." Urahara immediately turned around, slightly bowed, and said, "Please forgive my rudeness tonight."

Hearing the apology, Chu Yang was satisfied and closed the door.

Seeing Chu Yang's reaction, Rukia gave a knowing look, "So the commotion earlier was really you two fighting."

"Urahara-san, could you explain in detail?"

Urahara shook his head without hesitation, "Nope!"

Rukia was anxious, "Why not?"

Urahara pouted, "He's just an ordinary human. There's nothing much to say."

Kurosaki Ichigo said, "You seem very guilty..."

"Shut up!"