New Life

Kenjiro opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything because it was so dark. "Wait, am I already dead? I can't believe that truck came back and crushed me, not even letting me die in peace. What sin did I commit to deserve this? I mean, yeah, I killed a lot of people, but that was because I was at war, so that doesn't count. So, am I in the afterlife now? Am I going to meet God?"

Kenjiro tried to speak but realized he couldn't make normal sounds. His body felt small and weak. "Am I a baby? Is this why it's so dark? Am I inside a womb? Who am I going to be born as? Why is it taking so long? Wait, why is there a paper and a katana? Am I not in a womb?"

He noticed a katana near him, and despite the darkness, he could see it clearly. Carefully, he opened the scabbard, revealing a broken blade. "Is that my broken katana from when I failed to slash that truck? Looks like God gave me a gift after all, but why must it be in broken form? Is this God's way of sending me with my best friend, or will I have to fix it myself? It's impossible to repair a broken katana, but maybe... maybe I have to awaken it like some anime protagonist." He closed the katana and then noticed a piece of paper nearby. Despite the darkness, he could still read it, just like in his past life. The note said, "Please adopt him; his name is Kenjiro."

He was shocked and cursed. "Am I inside a box? Am I a fucking orphan? Fuck! I didn't even get to ask God for my wish! I hate you, God! I curse you forever! I didn't even believe in you!"

Baby Kenjiro wriggled and cried, his small body moving frantically inside the box. He screamed until he was exhausted, eventually falling asleep. Just before drifting off, he saw a figure opening the box. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, 'Someone finally found me. I think I recognize that man... Who is it? Wait, is it from...' But before he could finish the thought, he succumbed to sleep.

At the Kurosaki Clinic:

Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki heard a baby crying and assumed it was their newborn son, Ichigo. However, upon checking, they found Ichigo still fast asleep with a smile on his face. Confused, Isshin turned to his wife. "Honey, what is that scream? I thought it was our baby, but he's still sleeping. Is it coming from a neighbor's house?"

Masaki shook her head. "Neighbor? No scream could be this loud. Let's check outside."

The couple stepped outside and found a box on their doorstep. The box was moving slightly, and the sound of crying had just stopped. Masaki's eyes widened. "Dear, I think the sound is coming from this box. Do you think it's from Urahara?"

Isshin frowned. "I doubt it. He wouldn't do something like this. Stay back while I open it."

Isshin cautiously approached the box, and Masaki warned him to be careful. He opened the box to reveal a sleeping baby inside. Both were shocked.

"Why is there a baby in a box outside our clinic?" Isshin wondered aloud as he picked up the baby.

Masaki looked inside the box and found a piece of paper and a katana. She read the note aloud, "Please adopt him; his name is Kenjiro." Curiously, she examined the katana and opened the scabbard, revealing a broken blade. Her first thought was, 'Is his parent a Shinigami?' but she quickly dismissed it, reasoning it might be a memento for the baby since she didn't sense any spiritual energy from it.

Isshin looked at Masaki, uncertainty in his eyes. "What do we do? Should we adopt him or find someone else?"

Masaki pondered for a moment before replying, "It's quite a coincidence, isn't it? Our baby was just born, and now there's another baby at our doorstep. But I believe we should adopt him. A baby is innocent and doesn't deserve to be abandoned."

Isshin nodded. "I agree. Ichigo will have a brother."

Masaki cradled the baby gently, smiling down at him. "Kenjiro, huh? He doesn't have a surname. From now on, you'll be Kurosaki Kenjiro. Welcome to our family."

Isshin and Masaki shared a warm smile as they welcomed the new addition to their family.