Bleach: I Have No Talent

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Another Morning

Shiro woke up to the dim light filtering through the small window of the hospital room. Stretching his arms, he winced slightly, though the pain from his injuries had dulled significantly.

"Finally," he muttered, rotating his shoulders and cracking his neck. The ache had become a constant companion, but today it seemed more tolerable.

He thought back to yesterday, the brief visits that broke the monotony of his recovery. Yoruichi had been the first to visit, her teasing remarks and mischievous grin oddly comforting. Later, Haruto and Aizen stopped by.

Haruto, ever the thoughtful one, had brought another bag of apples. Shiro smirked at the memory of the boy's cheerful banter. They talked about the academy—how the classes were progressing and what Shiro had missed. Haruto even joked about how Aizen was becoming the "quiet genius" of their group.

But Shiro's attention had been drawn to Aizen's behavior. The usually composed and confident boy had seemed… off.

Aizen kept his eyes trained on the floor, answering only when Shiro addressed him directly. Even then, his responses were clipped, his gaze immediately dropping back to the ground.

Shiro couldn't help but wonder. Was it guilt? Was Aizen regretting what happened during their sparring session? Or was there something else at play?

As the two boys left, Shiro had been left alone with his thoughts.

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Shiro ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the messy strands. With a long sigh, he let himself sink into his thoughts again.

"What do I do about Aizen?" he murmured to the empty room.

From what he remembered of Bleach, Aizen was a manipulative mastermind, a man whose ego rivaled his intelligence. He had orchestrated events on a scale that reshaped worlds, all while maintaining the façade of a dutiful and kind individual.

"Can I change him?" Shiro asked himself, the weight of the question pressing down on him. "And if I do, doesn't that change everything else? The Bleach story, the power dynamics… everything."

Forcing those thoughts aside, Shiro focused on something closer to his heart.

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His family.

Shiro's mind wandered back to his mother and sister. How were they doing?

Mei, his younger sister, was likely devastated. She had always been sensitive, and Shiro knew she would blame herself for his death, no matter how irrational that was.

Then there was his mother.

She had already been a shadow of her former self after their father's death. Shiro recalled the way she used to laugh—bright and carefree—but those days had been gone for years. If losing her husband had dimmed her light, losing her son might have extinguished it entirely.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling inside him. "How much worse have I made things for them?"

His thoughts shifted to Akio, his best friend since grade school. Shiro chuckled softly. "That idiot must be completely lost without me."

He closed his eyes, a small smile on his lips. Akio had always been there for him, just as Shiro had been for Akio. The bond they shared was one of the few things in his life he could call unbreakable.

Shiro slapped his cheeks lightly, snapping himself out of the spiral of dark thoughts.

"No. Stop this. I can't afford to wallow in guilt," he said aloud.

With renewed determination, he whispered to himself, "I'll find a way back. Even if it's just to see them one last time."

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The door to his room creaked open, and the doctor walked in with a clipboard.

"How are you feeling this morning?" the doctor asked, his tone brisk but not unkind.

"Better," Shiro replied. "I can move without feeling like I'm about to collapse, so that's progress."

The doctor nodded, jotting something down. "Good. From what I can see, you don't need to stay here another day. Your recovery has been remarkable—your body has healed faster than we anticipated."

He gestured to a neatly folded uniform on a nearby chair. "Your friends brought you a new academy uniform. The one you were wearing before… well, it was beyond saving."

Shiro thanked the doctor and listened as he continued.

"Once you're dressed, you can head to the dorms. Your classes won't start until tomorrow, so you have some time to rest and settle in."

With that, the doctor left, leaving Shiro alone once more.

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Back to the Dorms

Dressing quickly, Shiro stepped out of the hospital and made his way to the dorms. The air felt fresher, lighter, and he took a moment to breathe deeply.

When he finally reached his room, he let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Finally, my bed," he muttered, flopping down onto the mattress. The hospital beds had been uncomfortable—hard and unyielding.

As he lay there, a thought struck him.

"The summoning jutsu…"

He had acquired it recently but hadn't had the chance to test it.

"What if I summon snakes, like Orochimaru?" he wondered aloud, shuddering at the idea of a snake slithering toward him.

Shaking the thought away, Shiro stood and moved to the center of the room.

"Alright. Let's see how this works without a contract," he said, forming the hand seals.

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Shiro opened his eyes to find himself standing in a vibrant forest. The trees were tall and lush, their leaves painted with hues of green, gold, and crimson. It was breathtakingly beautiful, almost reminiscent of his inner world. But his inner world had a serene majesty this place couldn't match—a feeling of safety and belonging that was noticeably absent here.

This forest felt alive, but not in the comforting way of nature. Instead, it radiated an oppressive energy, as though it were watching his every move.

Shiro began walking straight, his asauchi in hand, hoping to find a way out. But after minutes of trekking through the dense undergrowth, he realized something was off.

The landscape didn't change.

The same trees, the same shrubs, and the same moss-covered rocks appeared in front of him no matter how far he walked. Frustrated, Shiro stopped and activated his Sharingan, focusing his gaze on the surroundings. He slashed a nearby tree with his blade, carving a small smiley face into its bark, and continued forward.

Several minutes later, Shiro's Sharingan eyes locked onto the same tree, the same mark mocking him.

"A smiley face," he muttered, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "This is definitely an illusion. Guess some idiot thought they could trap a Sharingan wielder in genjutsu."

(Kurenai and Itachi)

He chuckled, and with a pulse of his Reiatsu, he shattered the illusion. The forest around him rippled like water before settling into something more natural, more real.

But the act wasn't without consequence. Whoever had cast the illusion would now know it had been broken.

Shiro wasted no time. Shunpo carried him forward as he sprinted through the forest, his Sharingan scanning for traps or enemies. Five minutes passed, the oppressive atmosphere clawing at his resolve, but finally, he broke through the tree line and emerged into the open.

Ahead of him lay a village.

Or, at least, what should have been a village.

Instead of bustling people, Shiro was greeted by a surreal and unsettling sight. A group of kitsune—fox spirits—stood before him, their fur shimmering like the flames of a dying sun. Their presence was overwhelming, their eyes glowing with an intelligence and malice that set Shiro's nerves on edge.

The largest of them, a four-tailed kitsune, stood at the forefront, its massive body towering over him. The creature was as tall as a horse, its muscular frame sleek but intimidating. Its tails, each as wide and thick as a wolf's body, swayed behind it, radiating an almost hypnotic energy. The other kitsune, though smaller, formed a circle around Shiro, their snarls revealing rows of sharp, glinting teeth.

The four-tailed kitsune stepped closer, its golden eyes narrowing. Its voice was deep and resonant, carrying an edge of menace.

"What are you doing here, human?"

The others growled in unison, their movements synchronized as they closed the circle tighter around him.

Shiro, undeterred, met the kitsune's gaze.

"I used the Summoning Jutsu, and it brought me here," he said calmly, his Sharingan spinning lazily as he assessed his surroundings.

The four-tailed kitsune's ears twitched, and its eyes flickered with what Shiro could only interpret as shock. It recovered quickly, its tails flicking with irritation.

"And why," it growled, "would a human summon us?"

Shiro raised an eyebrow, his demeanor unfazed. "I didn't intend to summon you specifically. But here I am." He crossed his arms, smirking slightly. "I'm Shiro Uchiha."

Shiro decided from now on use the surname Uchiha in this life.

The name hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken authority.

The kitsune exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from suspicion to grudging respect. The four-tailed one regarded him for a long moment before speaking again.

"Uchiha," it said, rolling the name off its tongue as though tasting it. "You are bold to stand before us so fearlessly."

Shiro shrugged. "I've faced worse."

The other kitsune snarled at his arrogance, but the four-tailed one silenced them with a flick of its tail.

"You will come with me," it said. "Our clan leader will decide what to do with you."

Without waiting for a response, the four-tailed kitsune turned and began walking toward the heart of the village, its tails swaying like banners.

The other kitsune parted to make way, though their glowing eyes never left Shiro as he followed.

System Update [65%]

Progress: 25.31%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 48

Endurance: 50

Speed: 47

Reiatsu Control: 49

Intelligence: 48

Battle Instinct: 50

[Abilities]

Sharingan (3nd 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 of

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

Wind Style: Gale Palm

Earth Style: Mud Wall

Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning

Summoning Jutsu to random animal

Lightning Style: Chidori

Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 60%