Bleach : I Need To Rizz To Become Stronger ?!

It was Shin's first time using a Gigai. The sensation was peculiar—far more than just slipping on another skin, yet not quite like being an ordinary human either. He could clearly sense the disconnect between this body and his spiritual form.

All of his bodily functions were suppressed, and even his spiritual pressure was stifled more severely than by the limiter seal. But unlike that seal, being inside the Gigai felt like his soul was cut off from the world—muffled, detached.

If Gigai could function in Soul Society, they would likely be far superior to most spiritual restraints. But this was a physical object, not a spiritual form, after all.

After parting ways with the shopkeeper, Shin found a random inn within the city to rest.

The next day, he spent wandering the city. Having no one clinging to him was a rare comfort. For once, he didn't have to think about Hinamori, Rangiku, or anyone else.

Two more days passed, and Shin's enthusiasm waned. This era was lacking in entertainment; for now, the modern world hadn't yet caught up to Soul Society in terms of development. But what it lacked in flash, it made up for in freedom. No rigid rules. No suffocating duties.

Still, Shin was never the kind who enjoyed solitude for long. If he had a friend here, maybe he could've stuck around longer. But alone, boredom crept in quickly.

He started to miss Soul Society. Missed the banter with Rangiku. Missed Hinamori's soft, blazing body…

Aside from being overly clingy, Hinamori didn't have many flaws.

With his task complete—tracking and destroying a Hollow that had fled from Rukongai—Shin planned to return tomorrow. The Hollow, which had once escaped the Eleventh Division, had recently reappeared in the human world, and Shin had dispatched it with ease.

A pity he hadn't seen that black cat. According to the shopkeeper, it hadn't been around lately.

That night, on his way back to the inn, Shin realized someone was tailing him.

Due to the Gigai, his detection had been delayed—the person had been following him for a while.

Shin turned into a narrow alley and abruptly cut them off.

"Are you following me?"

His voice echoed suddenly behind the girl, causing her to startle, though she quickly turned around, composed.

She was dressed in a school uniform of the era, wore glasses, and had a single braid. Even when caught, she remained calm, gazing at him coolly.

Instead, she flipped the accusation, "Are you planning to assault me in a place like this?"

Shin looked at her face, felt her spiritual pressure, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Aren't you the one stalking me? Who's the real threat here?"

Suddenly, she swung at him with an open hand. He caught her wrist easily.

"AH! PERVERT!"

The shriek pierced the still night, and Shin's expression twitched. He could already sense people nearby rushing over.

This woman…

He narrowed his eyes, summoned what little spiritual energy he could muster through the Gigai, and with her wrist locked in his grip, leapt into the air. Moments later, they reappeared in a secluded street with no witnesses.

He clamped a hand over her mouth and pinned her against a wall.

She thrashed violently, clawing at his hand, but his strength was overwhelming. Her face was pressed hard into the wall, her body locked down. His knee braced against her legs, pressing them together. They were so close he could hear her ragged breath, see her blinking rapidly.

The girl, up close, was quite beautiful.

Shin let go of her mouth, curious to hear what she had to say.

What he got was: "Pervert… are you going to violate me here? I won't give in! Even if you rip my clothes off, I'll fight back! Even if I can't move, I won't let you succeed!"

Shin: "…"

What the hell is this? Is she insane?

"Didn't you follow me?"

Her face flushed as her chest heaved. Pinned and motionless, she stared at him defiantly. "Sick bastard! Don't think you'll get your way!"

"…"

Shin said nothing. Then, abruptly, he slipped two fingers into the waistband of her skirt. Instantly, he felt the smooth warmth of her skin.

Her eyes widened, her entire body going stiff.

Her voice quivered, "You…"

Shin grinned. "Aren't I a pervert? Gotta act the part."

Her breath grew harsher. She could feel those fingers tugging at her waistband—if he pulled, the skirt would come off easily. And not just the skirt…

The fingers were cool, pressed right against her skin, inching downward.

She inhaled sharply, chest rising and falling. "Beast! Even if you strip me completely, I still won't let you have your way!"

Shin was convinced now—this girl was nuts. Who the hell acted like this?

If he wasn't mistaken, this had to be Yadōmaru Lisa.

Former Lieutenant of the Eighth Division, under Kyōraku Shunsui.

Like the shopkeeper, she had been one of the victims of that experiment over forty years ago, and since then, she'd been hiding in the Human World with her companions.

She used to be a Shinigami. Now she was something else entirely.

A Visored.

Part Hollow, part Shinigami—hybrids born of forbidden evolution. Few Hollows could become human-like forms on their own; those rare few were known as Arrancar. Most needed the Hōgyoku to break their limits.

But the Visoreds… were Shinigami forcibly given Hollow powers. Survivors of Aizen's experiments.

Lisa was one of them.

Shin hadn't expected to find her here, though being in the same city as Urahara Kisuke made it logical.

Another girl with a system-linked name… That was always good news.

But given how this was playing out, things weren't looking great.

From the outside, it probably looked like he was about to assault a schoolgirl.

No way this girl had followed him because she liked him—it had to be the spike in spiritual pressure.

Shin leaned closer. "Why were you following me?"

Lisa responded, "Pervert! You don't need a reason to assault someone!"

Just as Shin opened his mouth to speak again, something came flying from behind him.

"BASTARD! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF LISA!"

It flew slowly—he dodged it easily. It was… a sandal?

He turned and saw a short, blonde girl standing nearby, glaring at him, barefoot on one side.

Her figure was even smaller than Rukia's—like a child—with a spiky ponytail and one sandal missing.

She was—

Shin's eyes flashed with recognition.

He let go of Lisa, pushing her gently toward the newcomer. But just before letting go, his fingers dipped further into her waistband and gave her a firm squeeze.

Lisa stumbled over to the blonde girl, cheeks flushed, breath still ragged.

"Lisa, did he hurt you?"

Lisa stood upright, the blush not yet fading. Her breathing calmed, and in a flat voice, she said, "Ah. He ravaged me. It was horrible."

Shin: "…"

She said it so calmly, like reading a grocery list. Not even pretending to look traumatized.

The blonde girl's face twitched.

"Well, at least you're okay."

She clearly didn't believe Lisa had been assaulted. They'd just been wandering the streets when Lisa sensed a strange spiritual presence and insisted on following it alone.

They knew this city well. They even knew which Shinigami were stationed here.

The blonde girl hadn't wanted to get involved. Whatever this guy was, he wasn't their problem.

But Lisa had insisted.

Lisa now said: "I've suffered greatly. That brute was rough and inconsiderate. He cared nothing for my feelings—just satisfied his perverted urges. I'm now scarred. Deeply."

The blonde girl blushed with secondhand embarrassment. "Shut up!"

She raked a hand through her hair. "I told you not to go off alone, and now look what happened!"

Lisa tried to say something more, but got silenced again: "No. More. Talking!"

Shin was still standing there, calmly watching them both.

"You know," he said, "you two look kinda familiar."

Saraka Hiyori froze. "Familiar? No way—we've never met before!"

She was already thinking of how to end this. But the man's words made her wary.

They had always lived quietly here, never engaging with Soul Society's affairs. Even when they sensed Hollows, they rarely acted.

If this man really recognized them…

Was he from that time?

If he was a Shinigami from forty years ago, it made sense he'd know them. But that also meant trouble.

Hiyori's face darkened.

They couldn't let this man leave.

Shin chuckled. "Feels like I've uncovered something pretty big. I should let my comrades know…"

He pulled out his Denreishinki.

Hiyori's expression turned grim. Her hand slid behind her back.

It might come to a fight. If they both struck together, even if he was a Lieutenant, they could handle him.

But Shin didn't call anyone. After a pause, he looked back at them.

"So… should I inform my comrades?"

Hiyori narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Shin twirled the Denreishinki in his fingers. "Nothing. I've just suddenly taken a keen interest in you two. If you are who I think you are, why are you here?"

Hiyori's tone turned sharp. "What do you want?"

Shin shrugged, "Why the hostility? I didn't do anything. You stalked me. Your friend falsely accused me."

Hiyori took a breath, calmed herself, and said, "We meant no harm. She didn't mean to follow you. I apologize."

Shin's gaze turned to Lisa.

She calmly adjusted her glasses. "Hiyori, this pervert clearly wants me. He wasn't satisfied before—he's still drooling for my body. What an insatiable beast."

Shin: "…"

Lisa sighed. "Looks like I'll have to sacrifice myself. For the safety of my friend, I'll offer my body. Let this twisted monster do as he pleases."

Hiyori snapped. She popped a Soul Candy into her mouth, separating her soul from her body. Her spiritual form emerged, zanpakutō on her back.

"You sick freak! Stop saying gross shit! Let's just kick his ass!"