Bleach: In Soul Society, I just want to retire

"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the retirement pension system."

"This system will be officially activated after the host retires. It is currently a trial version (revised version 2.0)."

Hearing the voice in his head, Yamabuki Ditang almost wanted to scream. No, scratch that—he wanted to delete this so-called system from his existence entirely and start over from scratch.

"System," he growled internally.

"Yes, I'm here, honey," the voice replied sweetly.

"How old do you think I am right now?"

"Eighteen," the system answered matter-of-factly.

"Then why are you talking about me retiring before activating the system?!" Yamabuki Ditang shouted mentally, his frustration bubbling over.

"Dear, don't get so worked up. This is all part of the plan! It's to cultivate your sentiments. Once you've experienced the vicissitudes of life, watched the world change, and cleansed yourself of worldly attachments, you'll be ready. When that happens, the full version of this system will naturally activate."

Yamabuki Ditang couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Alright, alright, your words are poetic and profound. But can you at least help me deal with these Hollows chasing after me right now?"

Behind him, more than a dozen Hollows were in hot pursuit, their hollow masks gleaming in the dim light as they roared and chased relentlessly. Yamabuki Ditang felt his heart pounding in his chest as he ran.

Three days ago, Yamabuki Ditang had found himself unexpectedly transported to this strange and dangerous world known as Soul Society. As someone who had read and watched a fair bit of anime and manga in his original life, he was no stranger to what this place represented. Soul Society was no ordinary world; it was an extremely dangerous one filled with peril at every turn.

Between the chaos unleashed by Aizen's schemes and the eventual havoc wrought by Yhwach, Yamabuki knew one thing for certain: if he wanted to survive in this place, he had to grow stronger—fast.

The quickest way to gain strength, he had surmised, was to join the Gotei 13, the elite Shinigami organization. With his knowledge of the plot, it seemed like a solid plan. He could navigate events and perhaps even rise to the rank of a chief officer, ensuring a relatively secure and comfortable existence.

However, things hadn't gone as smoothly as he'd hoped. For starters, no one in Rukongai, the outskirts of Soul Society, seemed to have even heard of the Gotei 13. Confused but determined, Yamabuki had taken it upon himself to search for the organization on his own.

That's when he encountered his current predicament—Hollows.

"Host, don't panic," the system chimed in cheerfully. "You can draw your Zanpakutō and fight the Hollows, or you can channel the excess spiritual pressure into Kidō and launch attacks. Young man, you mustn't rely on others for everything."

Yamabuki glanced at his empty hands, feeling the faint and laughably weak spiritual pressure in his body. He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, great advice," he muttered sarcastically.

"Ah, but don't worry! To help the host survive in the chaotic Soul Society, this system has benevolently prepared a novice gift package. Please check it."

"Why didn't you mention this earlier?!" Yamabuki snapped. "Use it! Quickly!"

"The novice gift package has been used. You've obtained the following rewards:

Title: Child of DestinyA ZanpakutōMastery of swordsmanshipShunpo (instant step)Vice Captain Level Reiatsu."

The system paused, as though proud of its offerings, before explaining further:

"Child of Destiny: As the chosen protagonist of this world, you can break through racial limitations and achieve infinite growth."

As Yamabuki absorbed this information, the system concluded brightly: "This is the end of the trial version of the system. For more features, see you after retirement!"

Still running, Yamabuki felt a wave of relief. He gripped his newly manifested Zanpakutō tightly, turned around, and activated Shunpo, his body vanishing in an instant and reappearing right in front of one of the pursuing Hollows. Without hesitation, he drove his Zanpakutō straight into its mask, shattering it and purifying the creature.

The remaining Hollows seemed momentarily stunned. The prey they had been chasing moments ago had suddenly turned into a predator. However, most Hollows acted purely on instinct. Those without intelligence simply rushed forward again, driven by a primal hunger.

Armed with his newfound mastery of swordsmanship, Yamabuki felt as though the blade in his hand was an extension of his body. Every movement of the Hollows before him revealed flaws in their defense. With each swing of his sword, another Hollow fell.

Before long, the tide of the battle had turned entirely. Yamabuki's vice-captain-level spiritual pressure radiated from him like an invisible force field, intimidating some of the Hollows into retreating. A few opened black portals to flee back to Hueco Mundo, but the remaining ones charged forward recklessly.

It took less than five minutes for Yamabuki to eliminate them all. Breathing heavily, he wiped the sweat from his brow. "No wonder every transmigrator wishes for a golden finger," he muttered to himself. "This is incredible."

As night fell, Yamabuki found a moderately sized cave and decided to use it as a temporary shelter. His muscles ached, and fatigue was setting in. Times like this made him miss his old life—the soft bed he used to sleep in and the video games he hadn't finished playing.

Just as he was about to gather some hay to make a makeshift mattress, a shadow appeared at the entrance of the cave. Yamabuki immediately tensed, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his Zanpakutō.

The figure was a middle-aged man, possibly in his forties, dressed in attire reminiscent of a samurai. A Zanpakutō hung at his waist.

"That's not a Gotei 13 uniform," Yamabuki thought warily. "He must've picked up that Zanpakutō from somewhere."

The man spoke calmly. "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to harm you. I saw your fight earlier—you're a skilled warrior. Would you consider joining my organization?"

Yamabuki's eyes narrowed. "I refuse. Leave immediately."

The man chuckled but made no move to leave. Instead, he sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave.

Yamabuki was dumbfounded. "Brother, are you serious? I'm about to draw my sword, and you're making yourself at home?"

"I have a dream," the man began.

Yamabuki stared at him in disbelief. "Is this a job interview? Are you trying to recruit me with some motivational speech about your dreams?"

"The Soul Society is in chaos," the man continued, unfazed. "To restore order, drastic measures are needed. I intend to form an organization capable of achieving this. I need capable people like you."

Yamabuki sighed. He had no interest in whatever this man was rambling about. The Gotei 13 was his goal. Associating with random individuals was risky and unnecessary. Without another word, he moved to leave the cave, planning to find another spot to rest.

Before he could go far, the man's next words stopped him in his tracks.

"I was planning to name this organization the Gotei 13," the man said softly, almost as if to himself.

Yamabuki froze. His mind raced. "What did you just say?" he asked, turning back to face the man.

"I said I was going to call it the Gotei 13. Why?"

Heart pounding, Yamabuki cautiously approached him. "What's your name?"

"My surname is Yamamoto. Yamamoto Shigekuni."

Yamabuki's jaw dropped. "You're Yamamoto Shigekuni? The founder of the Gotei 13? This is—this is a thousand years ago!"

Excitement surged through him. He rushed back to the man's side and said eagerly, "Ask me that question again."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to join the organization I'm founding?"

"I would!" Yamabuki exclaimed.

The man looked at him curiously. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

Yamabuki grinned. "Because it's a classy name."

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