Hisashi, no last name. Whether he ever had one at all was up to debate considering he couldn't remember much more than brief flashes during his waking moments every now and then and broken bits without context in his dreams. Still, this was probably one of the shittest versions of the afterlife he had ever heard of. Poverty and crime were rampant, he had actually gotten mugged, twice, within an hour of waking up.
Sadly it seemed that it wasn't such a rare occurrence in Soul Society, especially so in District 69 of North Rukongai.
Shinigami, those who have strange and terrible powers that ruled over the afterlife. They maintained the balance of souls between Soul Society and the Human World, fighting terrifying soul-devouring monsters called Hollows and were the policing force between the districts of Rukongai from their shining white city of Seireitei. Or so he's heard.
80 districts for each of the four cardinal directions. Public order and standards of living dropped as one ascended in number. Frankly, it was amazing how even with the lack of need for sustenance that everyone seemed to enjoy, people were utterly miserable within this place.
Honestly, this sounded like some type of dystopian novel setting if he ever heard of one, but hey, he's only been dead for what? A day? Surely things can't be all bad?
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So what if he already got mugged another 4 times? At least they left him his pants, so that was something!
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He was way too sober for this, could one get drunk if they were already dead? Was liver failure still a thing?
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"Wait, what?"
"I said-"
"I heard what you said, I just couldn't believe how something so retarded could actually leave someone's mouth."
Seriously, who the heck walks up to someone and says "Hey, you know those magical samurais with the badass swords? Well, let's go and jump one of them and steal their badass sword! #TheyCan'tStopUsAll".
Fucking- Yes, yes they can stop you all dumb nuts. They got goddamn actual magic, not the cute sparkles or friendship is magic kind, like the 'blow your fucking head off with a fireball' kind!
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Seriously. If you wanna die again so badly then do it yourself... And give me your stuff before you go."
Who'd actually be dumb enough to steal from a Soul Reaper?
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In another 11 districts up north, a large boy sneezed mid-swing. The distraction costed him as his opponent's blade bit deeply into his shoulder, but this only served to make the boy laugh in joy as he retaliated with a swing of his own that nearly bisects the man at the waist.
One down, 5 to go. Too bad they won't last too long, the boy briefly considered if he should just start tying a hand behind his back from now on because fighting these sissies were getting boring.