My name is Nobuhiko Nabeshima. I'm 25. I live alone. I've got rent to pay, my girlfriend just dumped me, and my parents hate my guts. So yeah... my life sucks. But I do have one passion: Bleach. I swear to you, that anime is my entire life.
It was the middle of the night. Nobuhiko was on his way to work.
I probably slept three hours tonight... he thought, rubbing his eyes. Honestly, it wouldn't be half bad if a truck just ran me over on my way to work...
Nobuhiko started walking down the sidewalk until he had to cross the street.
"Red light, as usual," he muttered under his breath. "Maybe I should just cross anyway."
Finally, the light turned green. Nobuhiko stepped out. Until...
Crash!
A truck slammed right into him.
Come on, seriously? The light was green! What kind of bullshit world are we living in?! Well, at least I have a good excuse to call in sick to work...
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"Wake up, Nobuhiko!"
Nobuhiko opened his eyes. He was in a pitch-black void, and a figure dressed in white with a long white beard appeared right in front of him.
"I'm guessing you're God," Nobuhiko said. "Can you explain to me why that driver ran a green light?"
"Dunno, maybe he was drunk," God said. "Anyway, now that you're dead, you gotta pick your next life."
"Wait, doesn't that only happen in Isekai?"
"And what exactly do you think this is?"
"...Ah. Can I reincarnate into Bleach?"
"The wheel decides for you."
"I never catch a break..."
God spun the wheel.
Please, Bleach, Bleach, Bleach...
The wheel almost stopped on Bleach. Yes!
Then it ticked over to Jujutsu Kaisen. No!
"Looks like you're stuck with the jujutsu sorcerer world," God said.
"Can I at least reincarnate as Aizen?"
"Hold on, let's see..."
God pulled a card from a deck.
"Ichigo Kurosaki."
"Well, at least the character is badass," Nobuhiko said. "He's not my favorite, but I'm easily the most OP one there."
"No, that's Yhwach."
"Shut up, who won between the two of them?"
"It was a three-on-one..."
"Quiet, nobody asked y—"
Nobuhiko got sucked into a black hole.
"WHOOAAAAA!"
"Good luck, Nobuhiko Nabeshima," God said. "Or maybe I should say... Ichigo Kurosaki."
This life couldn't even give me the joy of living in the Soul Society... damn truck.
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"It's a boy! It's a boy!"
"Come look, honey, he's beautiful!"
"What should we name him?"
"Ichigo! Sounds good with 'Kurosaki,' right?"
Great, so I'm starting all over from scratch, huh? No fifteen-year-old body right off the bat... oh well, let my new life begin.