It's been two weeks since I reincarnated in the Bleach world. I don't know how or why I got isekai'd. But the only thing I know is that I'm a 17-year-old boy who lives alone in his grandparents' house.
At first, I thought I had become a protagonist like in manga and some fanfic, but I found the complete opposite. This boy has a family who calls him and comes to him once a week, and I don't have a system to cheat my way through life.
I will be lying if I say I am angry since I never want any of that. And I don't want to get involved in the story; I only want to live my life the way I want.
I walked down the street for some fresh air since there's nothing to do at home. I noticed a group of people was standing in the destroyed park. I heard them muttering about feeling a tense wind, and saw a boy lying around.
'That must be Ichigo…'
I continue walking, ignoring them and the damaged park.
After buying things from the convenience store, I decided to go back home. After a few steps, I looked at a dark alley that gave me a chill feeling, and since I'm a curious person, I walked into the alley.
I took a few steps in and looked around to see if there was anything in there. I sighed in relief, but I felt the chill again, and I felt with it a sword cut through my chest.
I turned around and was scared of the person behind me. since I knew who it was, my eyes were wide open and frighten look on my face to see a tall young man with brown eyes and wavy hair. He was standing behind me, holding a sword that went through me, and smirking at me.
"Well, well… it seems we have a soul that doesn't belong in this world, don't we, mister otherworlder? My name is Shukuro Tsukishima, and I was drawn by your unusual spirit energy." He said in sarcasm voice.
The feeling of the steel in my chest and the pain coming from it made my body tremble, and my gaze couldn't leave him.
He looked me up and down, his smirk widening.
"Interesting… your look isn't unusual, yet you have a peculiar reiatsu. Tell me, do you know what you actually are?"
He pulled his sword out of my chest. I stepped back and opened my shirt to be surprised that there was no wound on my chest. I breathed rap, but kept my guard up.
The tall guy chuckles, amused by my reaction.
"Dear me, did I scare you with my little joke? Did you like it, otherworlder — or should I say Hoshito Yuru-San?"
'This guy! He knows my name! damn it, he is more dangerous than I thought.'