Terry blinked a couple of times trying to register what he just heard. I am who? Ichi-uni? Was this some sort of pirated version of Bleach? Who gave you the right to change the main character’s name? What dogshit naming sense must you have to go with Ichi-uni?

Without pause, Terry spun around to see the owner of the voice.

“Huh?”

There was no one behind him. In fact there was nothing behind him except for two storey house and a street lamp. Did he imagine things? Or maybe this system changed its voice pack since he yelled at it earlier.

“Hey...could you refrain from swinging us around like that?”

Again that voice rung beside Terry’s ear. What did it mean by us? Speaking of which wasn’t Ichigo super fit with rippling abs and a tall thug like stature? Why did he feel like he turned into a fatty? Did all MC’s have heavy ass bodies like this? Ignoring the voice, Terry turned around again to face Rukia.

“Seriously brother at this rate both of us will lose too much blood if you keep turning you idiot.”

“Bam.”

Terry felt a fist descend on his head. The blow was not fatal by any means but it caused him to stumble to the side a bit. Shaking his head, Terry regained his vision. His jaw instantly dropped. In a neighbouring window Terry could clearly see a reflection of Ichigo with a zanpaktou stabbed in his chest. But that was not the shocking bit, no the shocking bit was behind that Ichigo was another Ichigo who was also impaled by the same zanpaktou.

“What in the actual Fu…….”

A huge boom sounded out from within Terry. Before he could finish his sentence a thick mist of spiritual energy swirled towards his chest. The dense spiritual energy burrowed deep into his body running wildly through his arteries and veins. Terry could clearly feel his body being strengthened at an incredible rate. Each thump from his heart sent more spiritual energy coursing through his body.

Off to the side Rukia’s face started to twitch continuously...What in the world is going on here? Is this whole family full of retards? First the sisters get attacked, then the dad gets beaten, and Ichigo decided to take her spiritual energy to become a temporary shinigami but then the suicidal older brother jumps in and stabs both of them? Why is this hollow even here? This family looks like they are perfectly capable of killing themselves off.

Resisting the urge to vomit up a mouth full of blood, Rukia stared nervously at the two figures enshrouded in the thick spiritual mist in front of her. After a few seconds the two figures separated as her zanpaktou disappeared from their chests and reappeared by her side.

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A flash of brilliant light illuminated the quiet street and two figures clothed in black robes appeared as the spiritual mist dispersed. Naturally they were Terry and Ichigo.

Brandishing a giant broadsword shaped zanpaktou Ichigo stared at the strange creature in front of him. The creature was humanoid in structure but it had large arms and no neck. It clearly towered over him. As for its face it was covered by a white mask and black marks covered the rest of its body. This creature was a hollow.

Terry stood beside Ichigo looking straight into the hollow’s mask. My god, this is a real life hollow. He was too busy at first to notice the thing since he was caught up in the ecstasy of becoming a shinigami to be later confused by Ichigo who is clearly standing beside him. If I am not the MC of Bleach then why do I look exactly like Ichigo. What the hell is going on?

Before Terry could attempt to figure anything out the Hollow in front of him let out a massive roar that shook the surroundings. As if by primal instinct Ichigo rushed at it brandishing his giant zanpaktou.

“Ding...congratulations to host for awakening your spiritual power. The reward for this is an Asauchi zanpaktou”

The voice of the system sounded off in Terry’s mind and instantly he could feel something forming in his right hand. A sword resembling a japanese katana materialized. Looking closely at it there was no distinct characteristic to distinguish it from any other sword.

Your father! I really did become a shinigami! But wait...what the hell is up with this zanpaktou? Terry took some practice swings with it. Besides looking and feeling like a katana there really was nothing special about it.

Meanwhile Ichigo continued his battle of life and death with the hollow.

Terry couldn’t help but admire the giant broadsword shape that Ichigo’s zanpaktou took while disdainfully looking at his average zanpaktou.

“Cough cough”

Rukia coughed dryly as she walked up beside Terry.

“Aren’t you going to help your brother fight off the hollow?”

Rukia really couldn’t understand why someone who a minute ago was smiling like a maniac with a sword stuck in his chest would now stand in a daze looking at his sword. Was he a masochist? Did he only find meaning in life with sharp things stabbed into his body? She couldn’t quite figure out what this Ichi-uni was thinking nor did she really want to know.

Terry looked at the hollow with its gigantic arms and sunken eyes and shook his head. Fight a hollow? Are you crazy lady? I don’t even know what is happening right now and out of no where you ask me to fight that thing? Do I look like a have a death wish? Not everyone can just jump into a fight you know, its called tactics. You got to observe your opponent and find out its weakness before jumping head first in.

Seeing that Terry had no intention of joining the fight Rukia furrowed her brow. What is this Ichi-uni thinking? He got shinigami powers just to stand here and watch his brother fight? He could have done that without getting himself stabbed by her zanpaktou. The heck, he even threw himself onto her sword and pulled it so hard that he stabbed through himself and Ichigo leading to this predicament.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Terry gave a dry cough while sheathing his Asauchi.

“Ichigo doesn’t need my help, you will see in a minute.”

Placing his hands behind his back Terry assumed the posture of an elder generation looking at the younger ones.

Rukia’s eyeballs almost rolled up into her sockets, the heck man. Are you the actual shinigami or am I the shinigami? That thing literally just beat me black and blue and here you are saying your brother doesn’t need any help? Your brother who like you just awakened to their shinigami powers? You greenhorns will come to regr….

Before Rukia could finish her thought she heard Ichigo roar at the top of his lungs. Hefting his zanpaktou up high he slashed down onto the hollow.

“That’s for attacking my family you fish faced freak!!”

The hollow was split in half, its massive body dispersing into spiritual energy.

“See I told you so,” remarked Terry.

“THUD!”

Rukia collapsed as her vision swam, what is wrong with this scenario? What is wrong with these brothers?