The failed Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi detonated inside the training barrier.
At the last possible moment, Tessai erected a secondary barrier, layering it over the original seal to brace for impact—but the expected explosion never arrived.
No catastrophic shockwave. No spiritual implosion. No injuries.
Instead, the unstable spell vanished, as if absorbed into nothingness.
"…What just happened?" Tessai blinked, stunned.
Su Xiuyu stepped back, brushing dust from his robe.
"I redirected it. Sent the whole thing to Hueco Mundo," he said nonchalantly. "There's nothing but desert out there anyway. If a few unlucky Hollows get caught in the blast... not my problem."
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Meanwhile, in Hueco Mundo—
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was in a great mood. Ever since escaping the humiliating grip of that lunatic human who'd once ridden on his neck, things had been looking up.
He'd reclaimed his pride, regained his freedom, and was hunting down weaker Hollows like a king in his own territory.
Then came the sudden turbulence—a violent surge of spirit particles tore through the air like a collapsing rift.
"DAMMIT! Who's attacking me now?! Come out and fight me face-to-face!" Grimmjow roared, claws out, eyes scanning for an enemy.
But no one answered.
He'd never know that the source of the attack was a botched spell... cast from the real world.
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Back in the barrier, Tessai finally exhaled.
"The spiritual pressure and particle signature just vanished... that was your doing, wasn't it?"
Su Xiuyu nodded. "It was unstable. Too much reiryoku packed into the structure. I overloaded it. Rather than risk an implosion, I opened a gate and dumped it."
On his third attempt, he failed again—though this time without the need for evasive action. Still, by the end of the morning, Su Xiuyu had successfully mastered the Black Coffin. He even cast it repeatedly, refining control over its dense construction.
Next came the final steps in Hadō: the highest-level techniques.
"There's Hadō #96: Ittō Kasō, or One-Blade Cremation," Tessai said, but his tone was cautious. "It's a sacrificial spell—one that requires burning part of your body. It's forbidden for a reason."
"I figured," Su Xiuyu replied calmly. "Tell me the theory. I'll decide for myself."
He was already contemplating using a wood clone as a substitute. It wasn't exactly ethical, but it certainly beat self-immolation.
(Somewhere, a wooden clone shivered: "Are you serious right now?")
"There's also Hadō #99: Goryūtenmetsu—Five Dragons of Destruction," Tessai continued. "This is the pinnacle of Hadō. Truthfully… I've never mastered it myself. I've studied it extensively, but never cast it. If anyone here has a firmer grasp, it's likely your favorite—Urahara Kisuke."
Su Xiuyu scowled. "No thanks. I'd rather not owe that guy anything."
The destructive path of Kidō was complete for now. The next week would be focused on Bakudō—binding techniques—and later, Kaidō, the healing arts. Kaidō was less complex and required minimal effort from someone at Su Xiuyu's level.
The real challenge now lay with Tessai.
As Su Xiuyu began teaching the foundations of spatial manipulation, Tessai dove headfirst into the subject. But it quickly became clear that Su Xiuyu's mastery of space wasn't something that could be replicated easily.
The problem? Su Xiuyu's methods came from three unique systems:
The innate spatial power of the Ōtsutsuki clan—bloodline-based and intuitive.
Advanced magic from Kamar-Taj, either powered by Vishanti white magic or refined through chakra.
His own custom-built variations, fueled by a combination of chakra and spiritual pressure.
These were powers forged through experience, bloodline, and dimensional philosophy—not something a Soul Society scholar could easily replicate.
Over the following days, Su Xiuyu attempted to recreate space gates using reishi and spiritual pressure alone.
He failed.
Not once, but repeatedly.
It shocked even him. He had assumed that with the added spiritual pressure of a Shinigami, replicating a simple space gate would be a breeze. But the reality was harsh.
It wasn't just power. It was structure, intention, and dimensional compatibility.
And perhaps, that was why Soul Society had barely scratched the surface of time-space techniques after millennia of development.
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Far from the quiet of the training grounds, Karakura First High School hummed with the usual after-school chaos.
It had been decades since Su Xiuyu stepped onto school grounds, and seeing the modest high school filled him with an odd nostalgia.
He'd been keeping an eye on the timeline. So far, Ichigo Kurosaki had yet to appear. That meant the main Bleach story hadn't started yet.
No Soul Society arc. No Rukia. No substitute badge.
But it wouldn't be long. Ichigo was already in high school. At most, Su Xiuyu guessed he had one to two years before the dominoes began to fall.
As students poured out of the gate, Su Xiuyu stood quietly nearby—arms crossed, long hair catching the breeze.
He didn't mean to stand out. But he did.
A tall, refined man in foreign robes, radiating subtle charisma like a movie star. It didn't take long before a crowd of girls noticed.
And then it started.
"Hey... who's that?"
"Is he a model?"
"Look at his hair. That's not dyed, is it?"
A bold group of female students gathered around him, giggling and whispering. One even worked up the courage to ask, "Senpai, wanna join us at KTV?"
Su Xiuyu gave a tired smile, muttered a minor dispersal spell, and watched them scatter with shrieks of surprise as invisible force gently nudged them away.
Just a little trick. Nothing harmful—just enough to reclaim his space.
Not far away, Arisawa Tatsuki grabbed her friend Inoue Orihime and pointed excitedly.
"Orihime! You have to see this guy. He's ridiculously handsome—and tall! And he's got this long, flowing hair… he looks like a samurai from a movie!"
Orihime peeked and blinked. The man did stand out—especially in Karakura. He had a mysterious air, and his long hair added to the impression of elegance mixed with danger.
She nodded shyly. "Yeah… he's… kind of dazzling."
Tatsuki straightened. "I'm gonna ask him for his contact info."
"What?! Tatsuki!" Orihime blushed furiously. "That's... bold!"
"I don't care. I have a feeling. And besides, you're coming with me!"
"W-What? Wait—!"
The two girls crossed the street, Orihime nervously trailing behind her determined friend.
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This time, Inoue Orihime mustered up the courage to accompany Arisawa Tatsuki. As they walked up to the gate, they noticed something strange—what had been a crowd of giggling girls around the long-haired stranger had suddenly dispersed.
Su Xiuyu stood alone now, visibly annoyed. He hadn't come here to be surrounded by noisy teenagers. He just wanted to observe the protagonists of this world—not attract groupies.
Tatsuki saw the opportunity. "Everyone else is gone. Orihime, I'm a little nervous."
"Don't be," Orihime said gently, giving her a reassuring smile. "You've got this. Just be confident." With that, she gave Tatsuki a little push forward. At this point, there was no turning back.
"Hello, I'm Arisawa Tatsuki from Karakura High. Are you looking for someone?" she asked, trying to sound casual. Jumping straight into asking for someone's contact info felt way too forward.
"Arisawa Tatsuki…" Su Xiuyu recalled the name. She was a mutual friend of Kurosaki Ichigo and Inoue Orihime. He nodded, smiling politely.
"Not really. Just stopping by," he replied. "I had to drop out of high school for personal reasons, so I guess I was just feeling a little nostalgic."
Although that was technically true, the reality was far more complex. After all, once you've lived in the ninja world and fought gods, who cares about high school?
"I see... Well, it's after school now. If you'd like, I can give you a tour of the campus tomorrow. You know, just for old times' sake."
"Oh? That sounds nice. Here—this is my number. You can add me on Line too," Su Xiuyu said without hesitation.
It wouldn't hurt to blend into the protagonist's circle early. Tatsuki eagerly accepted the number, while Orihime—standing quietly nearby—also made sure to memorize it for reasons she couldn't explain.
At that moment, Kurosaki Ichigo appeared with Yasutora Sado (Chad) and Keigo Asano, walking side by side out of the school.
"Orihime, Tatsuki? What are you two doing?" Ichigo called out, curiosity piqued as he noticed the tall, long-haired stranger standing with them.
From a distance, Ichigo had spotted Tatsuki chatting animatedly with someone unfamiliar. Up close, the guy looked even more striking—tall, sharp-featured, and calm, with a presence that didn't feel quite…normal. He didn't seem like a student at all.
"Be careful, Ichigo," Keigo said in a stage whisper. "This guy might just steal our title as the most handsome duo at school."
"Idiot," Ichigo snapped. "Could you speak a little louder? I don't think he heard you."
Unfortunately, Su Xiuyu had heard every word and was now staring directly at them. Ichigo felt his soul try to escape his body from sheer embarrassment.
Despite that, Su Xiuyu found the scene oddly heartwarming. The iconic characters of Bleach were finally moving into place. Judging by their current age and interactions, Ichigo's awakening as a Shinigami couldn't be far off.
"I'll message you later!" Tatsuki called out to him before leaving.
"Got it," Su Xiuyu replied, waving casually, though inwardly a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.
After they left, Su Xiuyu silently set a spatial marker on Ichigo. It wasn't invasive—just a way to track him. Once Ichigo returned home, Su Xiuyu would be able to find out where he lived.
Not because Ichigo himself was important—but because of what was coming. Specifically, Rukia's appearance. Or more precisely, the Hōgyoku embedded inside her soul.
Getting that fragment before Aizen did would shift the power balance of this world dramatically. In Su Xiuyu's eyes, Rukia wasn't the key—what she carried was.
Meanwhile, Ichigo returned home.
"I'm back!" he called out, stepping through the door.
"Ichigo, my son!" a deep voice boomed. In an instant, his father, Kurosaki Isshin, came flying at him.
"I knew it! You missed your dad!"
Before Isshin could land the "affectionate" tackle, Ichigo planted a foot directly in his face.
"Can you stop being so weird?" Ichigo muttered. "I'm in high school now. You're a clinic owner, not a cartoon character."
Isshin groaned dramatically but then perked up. "That's cold, Ichigo! Can't a man love his son?"
"Brother!" Yuzu called cheerfully from the dining room. "Dinner's ready!"
"Come on, Ichigo," Karin added, still focused on her handheld game.
The Kurosaki family sat down for a lively dinner, though something weighed on Isshin's mind. When Ichigo had walked in earlier, there had been a faint trace of spiritual energy on him—a scent of death that Isshin, despite having sealed away his powers, could still recognize.
It couldn't have come from Urahara Kisuke. That guy would've contacted him first if he were planning something with Ichigo.
Finishing dinner, Isshin stood up. "Ichigo, I'm heading out on a house call. Keep an eye on your sisters."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it."
Isshin hopped on his bicycle and rode toward the Urahara Shoten. It didn't take long before he arrived.
"Yo, Ururu. Is Kisuke around?"
Ururu nodded, leading him through the store into the courtyard.
There, lying on a recliner beneath a paper umbrella, was none other than Urahara Kisuke—fan in one hand, straw hat tilted low over his eyes.
"Long time no see, Kisuke."
Kisuke peeked from beneath the brim of his hat. "Isshin. What brings you here?"
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