The Gotei 13

Sora Akuma pov

Walking aimlessly is very dull, especially if one has no music to listen to and no one to talk to. I'm just left with my thoughts.

So wandering down my path, I began to think of my life and what I could have done to avoid my death. My life, thinking of the early years of my life, was filled with some distasteful emotions: loneliness, anger, and helplessness—all emotions I was too familiar with throughout my childhood.

Childhood: should I even consider that time my childhood? It's not like I was ever afforded the mercy of being a child or an orphan growing up in the very poor areas of Japan in a post-war period where there were as many orphans in the streets as drops of rain in a storm. The orphanage was drastically underfunded, and starvation was almost a constant problem. The only two things I had were a letter and a locket with a picture of my mother.

Turns out, unlike what I thought for the better part of my young life, I wasn't a bastard; it's just that my father was stupid enough to die in the war, leaving my mother homeless, broke, and pregnant, so when she gave birth to me in that Catholic orphanage, she didn't make it.

Thinking about my mother brought up mixed emotions: longing, sorrow, and, for some reason, devotion. They say there is no love as strong as the love between a mother and her son. A son would not only move mountains; he would put out the sun for his mother.

My mother, the woman who bought me into this world, even knowing she could die, sacrificed her life for mine. She was the only one to love me unconditionally in my whole life. She was the woman with blond hair, emerald eyes, and olive skin, but I only inherited her eyes; the rest of my looks I assume I got from my father.

The letter she left me was all I needed to know what path in life I wanted to walk. She told me no matter what I did, she would love me and tell me to build a good life for myself. That is what I did at the age of seven: I joined the Yakuza as a runner for their drugs and climbed the ladder of corpses to reach the position of head of the family, but I broke a rule and was taken out. I refused to follow a command from the leader, and I received the consequences of my actions.

Was I bitter? I have never really been the type to dread the past and get caught up and stuck on something; I have always just gone with the flow, moved on, and adapted to my situation. A lesson I learned when I was young is that you don't play with the cards you want; you play with the ones you are dealt.

So what am I going to do now? Well, that's obvious, isn't it? I'm going to try and find the best way to live my life in comfort in this new reality I find myself in.

Busshl bushel bushel

I stop in the middle of my secluded path in the forest as I hear the movement in the bushes, and thanks to my years of experience in these types of situations, I can tell things are about to get fun. I can't help but let a malevolent smirk form on my face.

In just a few moments, I see five people step out of the shadowy abyss of the forest, each one smiling like a retard. "Well, look what we have here, boys—a generous dog who's bought us a new Zanpakuto," the one at the very back says, just barely hiding his delight at finding me here.

What is a Zanpakuto? It's probably what they call this Katana. "Gentlemen, we can be civil about this. You can give me some answers, and I will ignore this transgression. I say calmly. I'm trying to let them off with a warning. It's not like I want to kill these idiots; it's too risky. I don't know what type of law enforcement is here or if it's even better to stay out of trouble until I have an idea of my situation.

"What did you say, bastard?" the fat one says, pulling out his katana. He looks way too confident when facing an unknown opponent. Well, I suppose if I had four other people backing me up, I too would be confident, but through his amateurish stance, I can see he has no formal training. I just hope the others don't so I can deal with them easily.

Just then I feel intense pressure on my body. I'm being crushed; it feels like a truck has been put on my shoulders. I can't breathe; it's as if the very air is being ripped from my lungs. What's going on? I can't even stand up. I feel myself start to fall to my knees. The goons just look confident and are smirking. What is this?

Just then I feel a warm and calming sensation flow through my body. On instinct, I feel myself pushing the mysterious energy out of my body as I try to fight the invisible pressure. The pressure begins to lessen, and I can breathe again. I quickly get up and expel more and more of the energy from my body. Right now, it's like I have just made a small hole in a dam. The energy flowing out isn't anything compared to the vast pool I know is in my body. As I expel more and more of it, I start to see all the idiots apart from the one at the back fall to the ground, completely stagnant.

I begin to push more and more, but I feel the pressure from his is overpowering me, so I try to bring out more and more energy to compete with him. "It's no use trying to compete with me, boy, I have the Reiryoku of a lieutenant class shinigami," he says, pride evident in his voice. Ignore him for now and try to bring out more and more of my energy till I feel something snap and like a tsunami, all the energy pours out of me at once. I feel all his resistance crumble as he falls to the ground. The ground actually begins to sink in and form a crater.

"What...how is Reiatsu this strong?" I hear him say, Yeah, I need answers, so I begin to pull back my energy just a bit so I won't kill him so I can get some answers.

"Let's have a little chat, shall we?" I say with my malevolent smirk coming back on my face as I draw my katana.

Okay, so there are shinigami, and I'm in Zaraki district, the most dangerous district in soul society. Okay, new plan: get to Shion Academy and join the Gotei 13 and live lavishly as a captain because Sora Akuma only wants one thing: a comfortable life, and I will kill anyone in my way to get it.

But my clothes are ruined; they have holes and are covered in blood. "Man, did that guy not want to talk?" I say out loud to no one, so I put on his Black purpishi Kimono with a green and gold band around it. Good thing I took off his clothes before my "interview" .

I pick up the swords left by these men and tie them to me with a makeshift bag made from the remains of my clothes. I take them in case I need to sell them for food. I already have my own, so I don't need more just as I'm about to start walking again. I have an idea.

I move that reiryoku into my legs and all over my body, and then I moved some to the soles of my feet, and I felt them mixing with the reshi in the air. I tried to shift it to make them repeal each other and just as I did that, I felt myself being launched at great speeds in the direction I wanted. Each time I slowed down, I touched the reishi around me with the opposite repelling type to push me faster again.

With this ability, I should get to my destination in a flash.

The end

Mc does look like Geto from JJK but with green eyes and no scar if you were wondering and the clothes he's wearing now are the ones Geto wears.

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