Bleach: Reborn as Hinamori

"Ah... ah..."

Kira Izuru remembered that scene with perfect clarity—the fear, the helplessness of that moment. The despair that had burned itself into his soul continued to bind his freedom even after all these years, serving as a constant reminder of his own despicable weakness.

"No... I can't win... Run away!"

"Ah..."

"Run away!!"

A piercing scream faintly reached his ears. Staring at the slender back of the girl he loved, Izuru had forgotten how to move his limbs and stood there like a fool.

"Everyone! Damn it..."

In the corner of his dazed mind, he vaguely felt something wrap around his frozen body. The next moment, with a strong sensation of floating, her figure vanished from his field of vision. Before he knew it, Izuru found himself deep within the layers of sliding doors.

"Eh...?"

Before he could comprehend what was happening, Izuru's body was flung away by an even greater force.

"Keep running toward the inner gate!"

"──!"

His head collided with something hard, and a dull pain brought him back to consciousness. He quickly checked his surroundings and realized he was lying on the roof of the familiar Spiritual Academy in a pitiful state. As information about the situation flooded his mind, Izuru finally faced the harsh reality.

"Hii—Hinamori-kun!!"

"Hinamori! What are you doing? Get out of there!!"

At the same time, Renji, who had also come to his senses, stood up to save her, the one left alone before that massive army. But their efforts were in vain, and the two collapsed to their knees, their hearts drained of strength to fight.

Before their eyes was the desperate figure of a girl wielding the Crawling Rope like a whip, flinging the three sixth-year students left behind through the Gate of the Other World. Moments earlier, she had defeated one of the enemies with a desperate use of Kidō magic, driven by the desire to protect someone. Now, despite her usual delicate beauty twisted in despair, she struggled against the approaching doom.

Protecting the useless ones on her small back.

But.

"Ah..."

The faint sigh that escaped her lips was enough to foretell the tragedy that awaited her.

Before Izuru's eyes—

—Those fragile arms, as if they might break at any moment, were captured by tentacles.

—That pearl-like white skin was stained red by a shower of blood.

—A scream that tore through the air like silk rose from those fresh cherry lips.

"No... no..."

The demonic cave, a glimpse into the abyss of this world. The girl's figure, sucked into the lair of evil spirits from which no one returns alive, was the last thing Izuru saw before the gate to the world he had left behind in the ancient past vanished.

In the reality where nothing remained, as if everything had been a dream, Kira Izuru sat motionless before the gate to the other world.

"—Ah, my throat hurts."

While being dragged by mysterious tentacles (scaly but not erotic), I moistened my throat with saliva and soothed it with my hands, having let out three unfamiliar screams today. A girl's scream alone carries such a profound sense of tragedy, doesn't it? Perhaps I managed to deceive everyone after all.

"...I can't see anything."

However, with my eyes covered, I had no idea what was happening to me. Still, sensing the gentlemanly intentions behind the awkward escort of these creatures with no apparent hostile intent, I decided to go along with their invitation.

"Ugh...!"

A moment later, I was roughly tossed aside. I landed on my butt and looked around.

"────What...?"

All I could see was an endless black sky and a white desert. Thick spiritual energy loomed overhead. And there were so many of them—giant bodies, I couldn't even count them.

They approached with a rumbling sound, like a forest of giant trees moving toward me, creating an unreal scene.

"Ha, ha..."

I couldn't help but laugh. I wasn't going crazy or giving up.

Because that's exactly what this was.

"Ni..."

This is the first interview, right?

"...Oooooo..."

Suddenly, a song echoed through the paradise I had been dragged into. The emotion I felt was intense hostility. This army was undoubtedly Aizen-sama's sacrifice for the second exam. It wasn't something he had summoned on a whim. It was clearly a high-priority plan that required proper preparation.

BLEACH, the wildly popular manga. The most stylish boss in its history has prepared this testing ground for me. The man who brought despair and emotion to countless readers, leaving behind countless famous and infamous quotes in the online world—Aizen Sōsuke, is speaking to me, no, commanding me. To this Hinamori-chan, who was discarded like a ragged cloth in the main series, to me, who was just an ordinary reader.

──Show me everything you've got

"......!!"

Ah~.

Having fallen instantly without hesitation, I release all the spiritual pressure I had been holding back. The energy condensed near my skin awakens, surging out of my body like a torrent. The surrounding scenery distorts like corrupted video, and the Hollows groan in pain as their massive bodies creak.

"...Ohhhhhhh..."

The Hollows shrink in fear before my eyes. Despite their tree-like size, their presence feels somehow weak.

Amazing. This is the spiritual pressure I've obtained by tormenting Kesshuku and Hakusui for a hundred years, spitting blood and vomit all the while. I'm moved by my own achievement. The world of manga, where effort is mostly rewarded, is wonderful.

"...I can do this!"

A smile escapes my lips.

I was aware of how cocky I was being, but the sense of omnipotence that came from intimidating that army was irresistible. I could understand how high school Ichigo must feel when he gets a new power and immediately declares victory.

Even though I've been living as a girl for nearly four times as long as I did as a boy, I guess boys are still creatures who can't help but get excited in moments like this.

"...Begin!"

──Chapter 21──

I am Hinamori Momo. Then my trump card must be Kidō.

I channel a large amount of spiritual energy and deploy a smoke screen in a fan-shaped area with a radius of just under 100 meters, enough to cover a portion of the enemy forces. This Kidō is classified as a rare creative technique, and once the smoke screen is created, there's no need to focus on maintaining it. This allows me to use the "White Folding" technique to erase my own spiritual pressure without needing a second chant. Even my subordinates would miss this combination. With this, it's impossible for an enemy of this caliber to catch me.

"──Black and white, twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crown bands──"

While the enemy forces are shaken by my spiritual pressure and Kidō, I proceed with further preparations. I draw blood from my fingers with a shallow strike and trace the catalyst patterns on my arms and in the air. It's not as smooth or cool as that scene with Tiger Tetsu, but...

"──Distant Thunder, Sharp Peaks, Turning Earth, Night Hide, Cloud Sea, Azure Ranks, Filling the Great Circle and Piercing the Sky!!"

When I first saw this Kidō and its example in the original work, I found it puzzling. Why does a Kidō that merely transmits a voice to one side hold such a high rank?

The answer was logically inevitable.

──The Seventy-Seven──

A torrent of information floods my mind. The number of surrounding spirit entities, their spiritual pressure, and their positions. Having gathered this information and completed my preparations, I finally launch my attack.

"No matter how far you are, no matter how thick the walls are, as long as there are spirit particles there, you cannot escape!"

The number is low. But do not underestimate it. Because this demonic technique possesses a unique trait that is the decisive factor in this operation.

──Eleven──

A terrifying current of spiritual energy illuminates countless shadows within the red smoke. There's no need to see them. Simply by activating it, lightning bolts race straight toward the enemy forces, as if traveling along wires.

That is why Tenteikura is classified as a high-ranking Kidō technique, it has the widest range of effect among all Kidō techniques, capable of selectively controlling spiritual particles in the atmosphere.

The Tsuzuri Raiden used this time is a lightning-based destruction technique, as its name suggests, and it activates by conducting spiritual energy rather than being fired. Therefore, by using the spiritual particles controlled by Tenteikura as conductors, it's possible to transmit the destruction technique to the enemy like a radio signal. An unavoidable, devastating Kidō combo.

The Great Hollows, who received the world's most dangerous spam email, were electrocuted, and some couldn't withstand it and collapsed.

──All that's left is to trample them.

"Yaaah!"

I'm not skilled in sword techniques, but these enemies, despite their grand names, are no match for me. Even my shallow strikes, combined with enhanced spiritual pressure targeting their vital points, will definitely take them down.

While the red smoke confuses the enemies' vision, I hunt down the Great Hollows. Hunt, hunt, hunt!

"──Oooooo..."

"Something's coming..."

Several figures in the distance revived from their paralysis and began to gather considerable spiritual pressure. They recovered quickly; perhaps they were higher-ranked species. Most likely, the Gillian's trump card was coming. They were trying to sweep away the Red Smoke without regard for their comrades. Friendly fire was welcome.

──Thirty-nine──

Preparing for the chaos of the Cero blasts, I lie prone on the ground, using the sloped armor as a reference to form a Kidō shield. Moments later, the air trembles, and a dull explosion echoes throughout the area.

Even as the outside world descends into chaos, I remain in the safe zone, performing a complete double chant of Kidō. It's exhausting, but I can do this!

"I won't let them recover!"

──Seventy-seven──

──Eleven──

The scene was truly one against a thousand. The overwhelming sense of invincibility as I slaughtered immobilized opponents. The invincible feeling of moving freely in all directions, using Kidō to keep my position hidden. The omnipotent sensation of manipulating the flow of battle by utilizing the enemy's attacks. It was unbearable. Everything was exactly as I wanted it to be.

Explosive spiritual pressure. An overwhelmingly advantageous situation. And the original story knowledge that only I possessed.

Right now, I feel like I can do anything. Even that thing I've always wanted to do feels possible!

"...the emblem that reveals..."

I've never learned it before. But I've studied it countless times on the screen!

"...the vessel of arrogant madness..."

Even if the girls at school laugh at me. Remember those days of youth when we practiced together without giving up!

"Rise up!" "Denial!"

"Numbness!" "Blink!"

"…Disturbing sleep…"

I'm not afraid of anything anymore! Pouring all my remaining spiritual power into it, I'll finally perform that Kidō every boy has hummed at least once!

"…The Iron Princess…"

This is the world of BLEACH!

"…The mud doll that constantly self-destructs…"

The OST meter is maxed out!

Let's go!

All one billion BLEACH readers around the world, give me your strength!!

…

…Alright.

"────ugh"

I poured all my strength into that ridiculous "Kurohitsugi" thing I couldn't even use, realized my own weakness, and was kicked unconscious by the single entity that approached me calmly.

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