Bab 2: Chapter 1: Existentialism
Ah... life, how beautiful it is.
Early in the morning, the sun spreads its light, illuminating Karakura. The sky is clear, and at the Kurosaki household, another happy day begins, like so many others.
"Look, darling, how energetic our little Ichigo is!" said a man with black hair and a faint beard, with a goofy expression on his face.
"Yes, dear, but look, our Ichisuke-chan seems so grumpy, even though he's just a baby," commented a woman with brown hair, smiling happily.
The couple, radiant, picked up their children. The mother held Ichigo, with his honey-colored hair, while the father lifted Ichisuke, whose serious and mature expression contrasted with his young age.
Who am I, you ask? Who is this baby, so different and mysterious? I have the answer...
It's me! Yes, exactly, the guy who went to another world.
And I must say, being a baby is no easy task. Life as an underdeveloped being is exhausting.
Imagine yourself, all dirty, depending on someone else to clean you or being fed in a rather embarrassing — and even worse, tasteless — way!
Sigh... It's been three months since I reincarnated into this world, and things haven't been easy for me.
Just thinking about it tires me out, and I end up sleeping for hours, like my little brother Ichigo. But unlike me, he doesn't have memories of a past life to disturb him.
Fun fact: being born into the world of Bleach might seem fantastic at first glance, but the reality is quite different.
The thought that you're destined for poverty even after death is terrifying...
In my previous world, I fantasized about being reborn in a fictional world. How amazing it would be to change your hair color, capture mutant creatures that evolve with mysterious stones? A dream, right? But I never thought I'd reincarnate into a place where soul-eating monsters exist, and where you keep working even after death.
Okay, okay... maybe it's better to stop thinking about the past and focus on the present.
Now I'm in a double baby chair next to my brother, Ichigo.
Honestly, he's quite cute for a baby, with features that resemble our mother, Masaki — lucky, since our dad definitely didn't inherit the beauty of the Shiba clan. Sure, there's Ganju, but he's a case apart.
Speaking of noble clans in the Soul Society... what should I do in the future?
Interfering too much with the canon could be dangerous, but being too passive might harm me as well.
The dangers are lurking, in the shadows. Ichigo will go through tough times, but in the end, he'll grow strong. Maybe I should follow the meaning of my name and support him?
Yes, perhaps that's the answer!
Ichigo has monstrous potential, but that won't be enough to keep things under control — not that it's his fault, but it's the fault of destiny.
Shinigami, Hollow, and Quincy.
The three races that shape these worlds. Some might include Fullbringers and Arrancars, but in the end, they're just subspecies.
Ichigo is the balance, the second "complete" living being in all existence, with the Soul King being the first.
If Ichigo is the balance, what am I?
This question has haunted me since I arrived in this world. What do I represent to him? To people?
I still don't have the answer.
At this moment, I hear footsteps coming from the living room.
My mother and father enter the dining room, smiling and holding a camera.
"Abuh hahaha!"
Ichigo, being a baby, reacted amusingly to our parents' expressions.
"Come on, my darlings! Look at the camera! Who's mommy's little baby?"
As if understanding, Ichigo clapped his hands, excited.
And I, as the good older brother, kept my composure. I didn't smile. I stayed serious...
"Dear, look! Ichisuke-chan is smiling! Let's take a picture, quick!" Isshin said, surprised.
'Damn! Stay firm, Ichisuke, you need to represent self-control...'
Yes, that's it! I'll be the paladin of wisdom and self-control. But maybe... smiling once in a while isn't so bad...
...
(Time skip of three years)
It's been a few years since I reincarnated in this colorful world. And it's been enough time for me to understand my situation.
I am only a Quincy.
It seems Ichigo inherited White from mom. I know this because a small part of his reiatsu carries rage, hatred, and violence.
Thanks to Ichigo, my sensitivity to reiatsu has increased significantly.
Every entity in this world has a different reiatsu. Animals have a weak presence, Hollows are intense, humans have a presence similar to animals but a bit stronger, and the Quincies have a comforting reiatsu.
Aside from being a Quincy, I am pure.
I believe that, while I was in my mother's womb, I absorbed her Quincy essence, making me a completely pure Quincy.
And now, four eyes! The Quincy pride runs through my veins!
"Ike, let's play hide and seek?"
I was in the room I shared with Ichigo. Not all kids are bad.
Ichigo, as energetic as always, invited me to his favorite game.
"Okay, go hide. I'll count."
He nodded and ran off to hide.
'By absorbing mom's powers, I freed her from the auswählen. Now, all that's left is the Grand Fisher, and mom will be safe... for now.'
After finishing the count, I announce, "Ready or not, here I come!"
While searching for the strawberry, I kept reflecting on my training methods.
'Aizen is always lurking, exposing myself too early might make four eyes change his perfect plans that go beyond the author.'
Leaving the room, I can feel Ichigo's reiatsu revealing that he's hiding in our parents' room.
To be fair, I take my time searching for him.
"Ike-chan, where's your brother?" Mom asked me while preparing lunch.
In these three years, mom hasn't changed a bit, except for her now prominent belly.
After all, mom was pregnant with twins, again.
Sitting in a chair nearby, I explain, "I don't know, we're playing hide and seek."
Raising an eyebrow, she questioned, "Then why are you sitting here and not looking for your brother?"
"Actually, I already know where he is, but I don't want to seem boring, so I'm letting him stay excited about being found."
My mother nodded and returned her attention to preparing the food.
I watched her for a while, and after a few minutes, I went back to "searching" for Ichigo, knowing he was starting to get bored.
Standing in front of our parents bedroom door, a thought crossed my mind.
'Will I survive the Auswählen?'
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