Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy.
It's fine to just call these three things names, but when all three are combined, in Su Jin's opinion, there is only one world.
[Bleach], was once one of the top three shounen.
Only in this world would there be a special group to which the three titles refer.
In the world of Bleach, there are humans who have Hollow, Shinigami, and Quincy factors at the same time.
"Kurosaki Ichigo? Bleach protagonist?" Su Jin looked at the question somewhat strangely.
[Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy, what kind of future does a human who has obtained these three factors have?]
Anyone curious about Ichigo's future?
This tone, is it Urahara Kisuke? Or Kurosaki Isshin? Or, the villain boss from Bleach, Aizen Sosuke?
Most likely, it should be Aizen, right? After all, according to his understanding, he's the one who cares the most about Ichigo's potential.
But if one of the three, how to answer it gently?
Think about it, the reason Ichigo is rated as the super fighting power of the Bleach world is because of his [Unknown] potential.
Su Jin thought for a moment, and hesitantly answered in the question box:
[Perhaps, it might have god potential]
After answering, 10 points are automatically added to the score. However, Su Jin temporarily ignored this pointlessness and waited quietly for the person who asked the question to reply.
Su Jin remembered very clearly, after answering 'Shinobu's Patience' question last time, he got the answer very quickly.
If this was the norm, then very soon, he too would have an answer from his questioner in the Bleach world.
So, he chose to wait.
...
The world of Bleach, a secret room under the 5th division's dormitory.
The door of the secret room was gently pushed open, and the candles on the wall burned quietly, illuminating the dark room.
This room is like a study room.
One by one, the bookshelves leaned against the wall, filled with various books and documents, and in the middle of the wall was a simple desk.
At this time, a gentleman in a kimono, haori, slightly messy brown hair, and black-rimmed glasses walked in and said while walking:
"Hinamori, I think this is the first time I brought you here?"
Aizen Sosuke, captain of the 5th Division, Gotei 13 Seireitei in the Soul Society.
Following him was a girl with her hair pulled back and looking very weak.
This is Aizen's aide and vice-captain of the 5th division, Hinamori Momo.
At this time, faced with Aizen's gentle voice, Hinamori blushed and replied:
"Captain Aizen, this is indeed my first time here."
Speaking of this, Hinamori looked around curiously, but what caught her eye were rows of bookshelves, and some calligraphy and books hanging on the walls.
"Is there a room like that in the basement of the dormitory?"
Aizen pushed up his glasses, with a gentle smile on his face the entire time:
"This used to be a warehouse, but after I became the captain of the 5th division, I turned it into a study room."
"Is that so? The study room assigned to the captain is rather small. If there are too many books, the space will run out soon."
Hinamori quickly found an excuse for Aizen.
She was still very clear that his captain liked Calligraphy. When there was no teamwork to tackle, Aizen would head to the study to read, or write calligraphy.
This also led Hinamori to think that reading and calligraphy were the most attractive male hobbies.
However, his explanation did not evoke Aizen's response.
"What is it? Captain Aizen? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hinamori turned her head, but she could only see Aizen's slightly upturned mouth, which made her heart race.
And at this time, after being silent for more than two seconds, Aizen still said in a soft voice:
"I'm fine."
"It's good that you're fine. The division's affairs recently seem to have increased a lot. It seems Hollows have suddenly increased greatly, as more people were injured in this incident, resulting in a shortage of manpower."
"I heard that there was a brigade invasion on Ruukon Street, and almost broke into the Seireitei. Even Captain Ichimaru took action, but still failed to catch those guys."
Hinamori was talking, but Aizen wasn't listening at all.
Even so, she still smiled gently, as if someone important standing in front of her was listening carefully to her chatter.
Aizen slowly inserts Kyouka Suigetsu's Zanpakutō into its scabbard.
Perfect hypnosis is Kyouka Suigetsu's ability, and Hinamori, who was hit by this, wanted to react and had to rely on Aizen to undo it.
Now, though, he needed a bit of privacy without being disturbed.
Haori was slightly shaken, and Aizen walked nonchalantly to his desk, and took out the 'documents' that shouldn't be put here.
[Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy, what kind of future does a human who has obtained these three factors have?]
[Perhaps, it might have god potential]
Aizen saw the lines of writing, the mirror reflection in his eyes made it hard to see his emotions clearly.
About a second later, Aizen said calmly, "Is that Urahara?"
Urahara Kisuke, the only man in the Bleach World who can compete with Aizen in wisdom.
Was the trash that voluntarily surrendered to the Spirit King provoking him?
Relying on a boy named Kurosaki Ichigo?
However, how did Urahara Kisuke know that he had his eye on a boy with unknown potential earlier than him.
And this time, even before the boy was born.
There was another short silence, and Aizen returned the file to the desktop.
"Didn't he…"
Aizen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, no one told him the answer, but he was sure it was not Urahara Kisuke's work, but someone else's.
Someone he didn't know had the ability to walk into his study and leave handwritten notes.
Third person handwriting.
"Is there finally something new in this decadent world?"
He lightly picked up the writing brush that had been placed aside, and wrote the next line on the paper:
[The so-called gods are just humans who are good at disguise.]
After the handwriting was written, Aizen returned the document to its original position, which was exactly the same position it had been in before he picked it up.
Then, he took a step towards Hinamori.
But at this moment, his footsteps stopped.
The innocent eyes under the black-rimmed glasses scanned the white paper on the table bit by bit.
There, a new handwriting gradually formed.
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