Bleach: I Have No Talent

Shiro woke up as usual, his body still groggy from the previous day's training. Stretching lazily, he made his way to the bathroom, his feet dragging slightly against the wooden floor. Once inside, he turned on the water, letting the warm steam fill the room as he stepped into the shower.

The water cascaded over him, washing away the remnants of sleep. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his shoulders, enjoying the brief moment of peace and quiet.

Ten minutes later...

Shiro stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on his skin. He grabbed a towel, using it to dry his damp hair before wrapping it securely around his waist. He approached the mirror, pausing to inspect his reflection. His crimson eyes studied the face staring back at him.

Still the same me, he thought, letting out a small sigh.

What Shiro didn't know was that Aizen and Haruto, still sore from yesterday's ice water prank, had concocted a plan for revenge. While Shiro was preoccupied in the bathroom, the two sneaked into the hallway with mischievous grins and a handful of eggs each.

They quietly opened the bathroom door, peering in to see Shiro completely unaware of their presence.

"Now's our chance," Aizen whispered with a smirk.

Without warning, they began hurling the eggs at him.

"That's for yesterday!" Aizen shouted gleefully as one egg smashed directly onto Shiro's head, yolk and shell fragments dripping down into his freshly washed hair.

Shiro froze for a moment, disbelief etched across his face. "Stop it! I just took a shower!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the bathroom.

But his protests only made Aizen and Haruto laugh harder as they continued their assault, pelting him with egg after egg.

Time skip - 1 minute later...

The bathroom was a complete mess, and Shiro stood there, drenched in raw egg, his hair sticky and matted with yolk. His once-relaxed expression was now twisted into one of pure annoyance.

Aizen and Haruto had already bolted, their laughter fading as they disappeared down the hall, leaving Shiro alone to deal with the aftermath of their prank.

With a deep, frustrated sigh, Shiro muttered under his breath, "I'll make them regret this."

Grabbing his towel again, he turned the shower back on, resigned to cleaning himself up for the second time that morning.

As the water washed over him, Shiro silently plotted his revenge. They'll pay for this, he thought with a dark smirk.

After thoroughly washing off the eggs for the second time, Shiro stepped out of the shower, this time fully determined to avoid any further surprises. He quickly dried himself off, got dressed, and headed to the dining hall where Aizen and Haruto were already eating, trying—and failing—to hide their grins.

Shiro approached their table calmly, sitting down as though nothing had happened. He picked up his chopsticks, taking a bite of his breakfast, all while ignoring the pointed stares from the two pranksters.

"Sleep well, Shiro?" Haruto asked, barely containing his laughter.

Shiro raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand. "Why wouldn't I? I'm perfectly fine."

Aizen leaned in, smirking. "You seemed a bit… eggs-hausted earlier."

Haruto burst out laughing, nearly choking on his rice.

Shiro remained calm, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Enjoy your laughs while you can. You'll wish you hadn't when my turn comes."

The ominous tone in his voice sent a chill down their spines, but they quickly shook it off, not wanting to lose their victorious high.

Later that day, after classes...

Shiro returned to his dorm room, his mind still replaying the earlier prank. He knew he couldn't let this slide. But for now, he had other priorities.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he placed his Asauchi across his lap. The weight of the blade was familiar, grounding him. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The world around him seemed to fade as he focused inward, letting his reiatsu flow freely. His connection with the Asauchi was still in its early stages, but he could feel it responding, faintly pulsing in sync with his spirit.

Images began to form in his mind—flashes of black flames, swirling winds, and a shadowy figure standing in the distance. The figure held a blade that radiated an overwhelming presence, its edge gleaming with a dark, unyielding power.

Who are you? Shiro thought, reaching out toward the figure.

But before he could get closer, the vision faded, and he was pulled back into the present. His breathing was heavier, and sweat dripped from his brow.

The meditation session had been draining, but it left Shiro feeling more connected to his Asauchi. He could sense its potential, waiting for him to unlock it.

As Shiro placed his Asauchi carefully beside his bed, he sat back down, his mind refusing to let go of the events from earlier that morning. His exhaustion was replaced by a growing sense of mischief as he leaned back against the wall, a sly grin forming on his face.

"Revenge…" he muttered under his breath, his crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He began to plot. Haruto and Aizen had dared to humiliate him, but now it was his turn. Shiro's mind raced with possibilities. Eggs were too basic—he needed something more creative, something they wouldn't see coming.

After a moment of thought, an idea sparked.

The next morning

Shiro woke up before dawn, his mind buzzing with the memory of yesterday's chaos. Haruto and Aizen's egg attack had been payback for his ice-water stunt, but as far as Shiro was concerned, the scales were far from balanced.

"Let's see how smug they are after this," he muttered with a devilish grin, setting his plan into motion.

Shiro slipped out of his dorm quietly, heading to the storage area by the kitchens. He gathered his arsenal: a bucket, a bag of flour, a bottle of syrup, and some harmless but potent itching powder he'd found earlier during a supply run.

Returning to the dorm, he carefully prepared his traps. A bucket filled with sticky flour paste was rigged to fall on Haruto's doorframe. For Aizen, Shiro coated the inside of his sandals with syrup and sprinkled itching powder into his bedding.

"This is what happens when you mess with me," he whispered, retreating to his bed to wait.

The peaceful dorm silence shattered at dawn.

First came a crash, followed by an enraged shout. "SHIRO!" Haruto bellowed.

Shiro smirked, casually sitting up in bed just as Haruto stumbled into the hallway, his face and clothes drenched in the sticky flour mixture. His hair, once neatly combed, was now an unrecognizable, gloopy mess.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Haruto roared, wiping futilely at his face.

Before Shiro could respond, another yell came from Aizen's room. "WHAT THE—?!"

The sound of frantic scratching and a loud thud followed as Aizen leapt out of bed. "WHY IS EVERYTHING ITCHING?!"

Shiro stepped out of his room just in time to see Aizen glaring daggers at him, his feet sticking awkwardly to his syrup-filled sandals.

"This was you, wasn't it?!" Aizen hissed, scratching his arms and shooting murderous looks at Shiro.

Haruto, his face red with fury, pointed an accusatory finger at Shiro. "You've crossed the line, Shiro! First the ice water, now this?!"

Shiro leaned casually against the wall, his face a picture of mock innocence. "Oh, come on. You guys threw eggs at me. I thought we were just having fun."

"Fun?!" Haruto yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "I look like some kind of sticky swamp monster!"

"And I'm about to scratch my skin off!" Aizen growled, attempting to peel the syrup-coated sandals off his feet.

Shiro's smirk widened. "Sounds like a you problem."

The two stormed toward him, their fury palpable. Aizen cracked his knuckles, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a rare flash of anger. Haruto, still dripping with flour paste, clenched his fists.

"You better sleep with one eye open," Haruto growled.

Aizen nodded, his glare piercing. "We're not letting this slide, Shiro. You're done for."

Shiro chuckled, stepping back into his room before they could get their hands on him. "You guys are welcome to try." He shut the door quickly, locking it for good measure.

From inside, he could hear them grumbling and plotting their revenge, but Shiro wasn't worried. For now, he'd won.

Shiro sat back on his bed, laughing quietly to himself. His eyes drifted to his Asauchi resting beside him, and for a moment, his grin softened.

"Alright," he muttered, "enough games for now."

Revenge might have been sweet, but the real battle was far from over. For now, he leaned back, already imagining how Haruto and Aizen might try to one-up him. It was only a matter of time before the next move in their prank war—but Shiro was ready.

End Chapter Stats

Progress: 17.81%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 45

Endurance: 48

Speed: 46

Reiatsu Control: 47

Intelligence: 40

Battle Instinct: 45

[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

Bakudō: Hainawa

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 35%

[Ongoing Quests]

Get Madara Uchiha's Template progress to 20% in 2 months. (15 days Left)

Reward: Unlock all past life memories

Penalty: Never unlock past life memories again.

Increase your Imprinting Progress with your Asauchi to 40% by the end of the week.

Reward: +1.5% progress

Penalty: -2% progress(2 days left)