Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: The Beginning
"Class is not for sleep, Hiroshi-kun", a stern female voice was heard from beside him.
"Hmmm...?" Hiroshi mumbled groggily, lifting his head.
Raising his head, the young man revealed a striking visage framed by jet-black hair. His hair, thick and slightly tousled, fell just above his sharp, defined brows, enhancing the intensity of his gaze.
Piercing blue eyes, set deep beneath a strong brow, contrasted vividly with the darkness of his hair, giving him an enigmatic and compelling presence.
His chiseled features, with high cheekbones and a well-defined jawline, combined with his confident posture, suggested a character of both strength and depth.
Going back to the young women, unlike her stern voice, the woman had Tom boy look to her.
As his vision cleared, he found himself staring at a petite woman with short black hair and expressive amber-brown eyes. Her stern expression contrasted with her subtle and kind facial features.
For a moment, Hiroshi felt a jolt of confusion; she looked uncannily familiar, almost like a character from one of his beloved animes, but rendered in vivid, lifelike detail.
His eyes widened in shock as recognition dawned. "Tatsuki Arisawa?!" he whispered in disbelief.
This was impossible. Tatsuki Arisawa was a character from Bleach, his favorite anime. What was she doing here?
A flood of memories hit him. The peculiar website, the questions, his desperate clicks, and the numbing sensation that had overtaken his body before everything went dark. It all came back to him in a rush. It had to be the website. Somehow, it had transported him into the world of Bleach.
As Hiroshi grappled with this new reality, the classroom around him buzzed with the mundane sounds of students shuffling papers and murmuring to one another. He was no longer in his dark, cluttered room; he was in a different world entirely, where there was entity's capable of destroying cities.
Then Tatsuki Arisawa's stern voice broke him from his thoughts. "Pay attention, Hiroshi-kun. You won't get anywhere if you keep dozing off."
Hiroshi nodded numbly, still reeling from the shock. But a new emotion appeared in his eyes, it was determination. This was a new beginning for him, and he's gonna make sure to seize it and exploit to the fullest extent.
Just as he made up his mind and was about to respond, a blue transparent screen appeared in front of him, startling him.
Multi-Choice System Activated
The screen displayed a message:
Welcome, User. You have been granted access to the Multiversal Template System This system grants you templates of your favorite anime and movie characters, allowing you to progress and unlock their powers.
Then another system notification came.
As a reward for activating the system, a starter pack will be given:
- Uchiha Madara template.
This stunned Hiroshi, Madara was able to slice mountains with his susanoo. Not mentioning the wood style he got after he transplanted hashirams cells into him. He could unlock all of that with the template.
But he then took a deep breath, since he didn't want to seem suspicious to the person who was in front of him.
And then Hiroshi decided to respond and investigate the matter of the system later.
"Sorry, Tatsuki-San," he said in impeccable Japanese, as if he had spoken it all his life.
Which resulted into, her blinking inmild surprise but then nodded approvingly.
Did she not except for me to apologize?
Putting that though in the back of his mind, he began scanning the surrounding space. Like the woman in front of him, everyone else in the class had a caricatured appearance. Some even had ridiculous hair, such as bright orange.
Earning the worried look of his teacher, the young man checked his hands and discovered that they, too, had a clearly caricatured appearance.
Hiroshi glanced at the teacher who he recognized as Misato Ochi, pacing around the classroom, quoting a few passages in slightly broken English. Following her, Hiroshi immediately closed his eyes, this time sitting straight so as not to attract attention while he was gathering his thoughts.
Luckily, although he was a bit confused at first, a whole set of memories dating back to around the time he was in kindergarten came to him. They were hazy and somewhat fragmentary, as is often the case with memories, but they seemed very familiar.
With his eyebrows frowning slightly, Hiroshi opened his eyes, turned his gaze to the girl sitting next to him and then turned to an open textbook, notebook and pencil to study like the rest of the students.
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