Bleach: I Have No Talent

Sighing deeply, Shiro slowly began his long walk back toward Shin'ō Academy, the weight of his exhaustion settling in with each step. His body ached after a full day of training, and every muscle screamed for rest. The evening was quiet, and the streets of Rukongai seemed deserted, save for the occasional distant sound of someone rummaging through trash or the low growl of a dog in the alleyways. As Shiro walked, he tried to clear his mind, but a scream suddenly sliced through the night air, shattering the silence.

"HELP! HELP, PLEASE!"

Shiro's head snapped toward the sound, a jolt of adrenaline surging through him. He moved toward it instinctively, his hand tightening on his Asauchi as he stepped into the shadowed alleyway, keeping to the edges to avoid being noticed.

The alley was narrow, the buildings around him leaning in with the weight of decay. The stench of rot and grime filled the air, the ground covered in muck and discarded remnants of a life lived in squalor. Dim streetlights flickered overhead, their weak glow casting long, distorted shadows that only seemed to deepen the sense of isolation. The sounds of the city felt miles away as Shiro pushed further into the alley.

Another scream rang out, more desperate now, and Shiro quickened his pace, his footsteps muffled by the damp ground. Turning a corner, he froze.

A gang of five men stood in the alley, surrounding a woman. She was pressed against the wall, her body trembling. Her clothes were torn, barely clinging to her skin, and her hair was a tangled mess of dirt and fear. The dim light illuminated the bruises on her exposed arms, the marks of violence that had been inflicted upon her. Her eyes, wide and filled with terror, were darting between the men, pleading for mercy.

The leader of the group, a tall man with a jagged scar across his face, stepped forward, his grin a cruel twist. He was dressed in a black vest, his arms thick with muscle, and his stance was one of pure arrogance. The others, equally rough in appearance, were grinning in anticipation. They stood around the woman like vultures, circling, savoring her fear.

One of the men, shorter and stockier, was running a bloodstained knife through his fingers. His gaze locked onto the woman's trembling form, a look of sick excitement on his face. He took a step forward, closing the distance between him and the woman, who recoiled, her body pressed as far back against the wall as she could go.

"Please, please, stop!" she cried out, her voice broken and desperate.

But the leader ignored her pleas. His hand shot out, grabbing her by the shoulder with a cruel jerk, dragging her closer. "You think we're going to let you walk away after you made us chase you down?" he sneered.

The woman struggled weakly, but her movements were slow, exhausted from the abuse she had already endured. The leader's hand tightened on her arm, pulling her closer still. With a sadistic laugh, he tore at her clothes, ripping fabric with a sickening ease.

The gang's laughter echoed through the alley as the leader moved his hand to her chest, groping at her roughly. "This is what happens when you try to run, sweetheart," he mocked.

Her eyes were wide with terror, her lips trembling as she tried to break free. "Please... don't..."

Shiro's blood boiled. The anger surged through him like a tidal wave. He clenched his fists around the hilt of his Asauchi, his Reiatsu flaring as he stepped into the alley.

"Enough."

His voice was low but carried with an undeniable authority. The gang members stopped, all their attention snapping to him. The leader sneered, his cruel smile faltering as he sized Shiro up.

"What's this? You think you can stop us, kid?" The leader's voice was full of mockery, but Shiro's cold gaze didn't flinch.

"Let her go. Now."

The leader's smirk returned, and he shook his head dismissively. "And what if I don't, huh? You think you can take all of us down alone?" He motioned to the men behind him, all of them closing in slowly, sensing the threat.

Shiro's eyes narrowed. His grip tightened on his Asauchi, his Reiatsu building to an almost palpable pressure that filled the alley. "If you don't leave her alone, I'll make sure you don't leave at all."

The leader's eyes flickered with hesitation for just a moment, but he was too prideful to back down now. He lifted his hand to strike the woman again, but before he could even move, Shiro was already there.

In an instant, Shiro blurred forward, his Shunpo making him a blur of motion. The leader barely had time to react before Shiro's blade was at his throat, cold and unforgiving. The leader froze, his smirk vanishing as he realized the situation had changed. Shiro's eyes, filled with cold determination, met his, the unspoken threat clear.

"Leave, or you won't walk away."

The gang members, realizing they were outmatched, exchanged quick glances. With a growl of frustration, the leader grabbed one of his men and jerked his head toward the alley. "We're done here. Get out!" he barked, before quickly retreating with the rest of the group in tow.

Shiro watched them go, his grip still tight on his Asauchi. When the last thug disappeared into the night, Shiro turned back to the woman, who was still trembling against the wall, her eyes filled with gratitude and fear.

"Are you okay?" Shiro asked, his voice softer now, though the cold edge still lingered.

The woman looked at him, her body still shaking. "Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you... Thank you so much."

Shiro gave a curt nod. "Get to safety," he said, turning away. "The streets aren't kind here."

She nodded quickly, not wasting a moment before she hurried off, disappearing into the dark alleyways.

Shiro sighed as he sheathed his sword, the eerie silence of District 80 now pressing on him. The dark alleys and broken buildings seemed to watch him, as if daring him to stay longer. But he had completed his quest, and there was no reason to linger in this cursed place. He turned and began the long walk back to the dorms, the weight of exhaustion settling over him.

The journey was uneventful but draining. By the time he reached the familiar grounds of the academy, the first light of dawn was just beginning to creep over the horizon. The cool air was a welcome relief, but Shiro felt his steps grow heavier as he climbed the stairs to his dorm room.

He opened the door quietly, careful not to wake Aizen or Haruto, who were both still asleep. Shiro dropped onto his bed with a groan, his body aching from the night's battle. He let out a tired breath and focused on dispelling his four shadow clones, each of which had been training in his stead.

As the clones disappeared, their memories and experiences flooded into him all at once. It was like being hit by a wave of information—techniques practiced, movements refined, and Kidō incantations repeated over and over. The rush of knowledge was overwhelming, and Shiro gripped his head as a sharp, splitting pain coursed through his skull.

"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice strained. He clenched his teeth and pressed his palms against his temples, trying to ease the ache. It was like his brain was on fire, every detail from the clones settling into his consciousness at once.

Minutes passed, the pain gradually dulling into a throbbing ache. Shiro let out a shaky breath and collapsed onto his pillow, too exhausted to even pull the covers over himself. His body felt heavy, his mind swimming with fatigue.

"Worth it," he whispered to himself, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite the discomfort. The training had been effective, even if it had pushed him to his limits.

Within moments, sleep claimed him, and the dorm room was silent once more. Shiro's dreams were filled with fleeting images of battle, Kidō spells, and the haunting shadows of District 80. But for now, he could rest, knowing he had survived another day and grown stronger in the process.

End Chapter Stats

Progress: 17.81%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 42

Endurance: 40

Speed: 44

Reiatsu Control: 40

Intelligence: 37

Battle Instinct: 40

[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 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

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 25%

[Ongoing Quests]

Get Madara Uchiha's Template progress to 20% in 2 months. (25 days Left)

Reward: Unlock all past life memories

Penalty: Never unlock past life memories again