Chapter 1: Prologue
In the library, among the tall cabinets filled with scrolls and books, one could hear the quiet sound of the rustling of pages.
A boy of about 5 was sitting at a black table, carefully reading the book that lay in front of him. After finishing reading, he closed it and carefully pushed it back. Slowly rising from the table, the boy picked up black haori hanging on the back of the chair. Leaving the library with a haori draped over his shoulders, he ended up in the courtyard of the clan complex.
In the yard, the boy had a view of a lake lined with stones, behind which there was a small grove with various trees, which created a shadow in which there was a small table with calligraphy supplies.
Sitting down at the table, the boy took a brush, dipped it in ink and began to carefully draw hieroglyphs. And so, drawing one hieroglyph after another, he wondered how it all turned out this way.
He was an unusual child. It is unknown how this is possible, but he has memories of his past life. He spent most of his past life alone. He grew up in an orphanage and did not know his parents. As a teenager, he often had to get into fights with other children.
At the first opportunity I enlisted in the army. After serving in the army for 4 years, he became a mercenary. He spent most of his adult life in the war. At the age of 35, he already had more than 300 combat operations to his credit. Life went on as usual until he was shot on one mission. The last memory before his death was the ruins of the city, engulfed in fire.
And then he opened his eyes again, but in a different world, in the body of a newborn child. He was born into the Azashiro clan. At birth he was named Akihiko Azashiro. Since he was born into a noble family, he began to be taught reading, writing, etiquette and history from early childhood.
During his training, he learned about such things as: Kido, Shinigami, Council 46, Seireitei. It was then that he realized what kind of world he was in. In a world in which there is an endless confrontation between empty and shinigami.
At the same time, he was alarmed that during the 5 years of his life in the new world, he could not find a mention of Gotha 13. It turns out that he either found himself in the past of the world of Bleach, or in an alternative universe where Gothaeus 13 did not exist.
Against the backdrop of all this information, we can say that he was lucky to be born into the Azashiro clan. You won't have to worry about money and security, like in distant areas of the Rukongai. I would not like to die immediately after I realized myself in a new body.
Knowing what world he found himself in, at the age of 4 he began his training. So far nothing heavy, push-ups, running, squats and stretching. And so on 2 times a day, morning and evening. The first week was hard, it hurt, but in the second week everything returned to normal and he got used to this daily routine.