Differ from before, this time I was awaken by noises.

Compared to stone ground, it was much a better experience to sleep on straw bed. My body felt more relaxing than before.

"AHH—!"

More specifically, those noises are screams from outside.

"W-What a monster!"

"How could this be possible ?!"

"AHHH! My arm! My arm!"

I had not heard anyone's voice since I was dead, and those screams caught my full attention immediately.

When life is boring to an extreme, people will usually lost their mind and do stupid things, like killing each other for no good reason. I had seen too many gang fightings like this, two groups of people, they tried to kill whoever they can reach, and they hoped to be killed at the end of that fight.

I wanted to describe them as "soulless", but it occurred to me that all of us had already became spirits. This place is even called soul society, I guess that means soul is supposed to be the only thing we had left.

I leaned my ear against the wall, tried to get a better idea what was going on. This house, just like the others, did not have a window. In fact, even they got one, I wouldn't dare to take a peak and risk to be exposed to those violent maniacs.

So I listened, carefully.

"I swore my blade did reach his shoulder! But why?! How?! He doesn't even have a scratch there!"

"What the hell is him? Is he really a soul like us?!"

"D-D-Don't be afraid! He's only got one person!"

Did he just say one person?

So its not two gatherings, but one versus many? And from those loud shoutings from multiple people, that guy was probably beating their asses hard. This discovery slightly lift my mood, after all these years of suffering, eventually something supernatural happened.

Noises went far, and then completely disappeared. Quietness resumed in this block.

What about that guy? Was he killed? Or did he chase those people to elsewhere? Just in case, I decided to stay inside for a while before going out.

I started to count sheep. After the number reached 500, it's still deadly quiet outside. I opened a small gap of the door, sneaked out. It was late in the night, the moon provides enough light for me to see.

Dead bodies again, all got slashed by some sort of swords. The wounds were so deep, some of bodies were nearly got chopped into half. It was hard for me to imagine katanas, or whatever cold weapons that guy used to kill all these souls, was able to create such a deep wound with just one hit. In order to do so, how strong did him and his weapon need to be?

I was naturally disgusted by those bleeding fleshes, and the frighting expression left on their faces, but what had been done must be done. I approached the corpses, and started searching for their personally belongings. After being purified by that shinigami and transferred here, my only asset was this crappy cloth on me. So right now, I could use anything.

Unfortunately, I found nothing expect the blood covered my hands. Literally nothing. That shinigami told me the process of sending pluses to soul society was called soul purification. Purification indeed. Instead purifying our evil thoughts, it turned out Mr. Shinigami thought we could became the purest souls by owning nothing, I thoroughly understood this stupid idea.

Those souls, or what's left of them, were just like me.

Whatever we had when we were alive, whatever we believed in that human world, people we loved, people we hated, all turned to zero in this damned Wandering Soul City. And sooner or later, I would be like them, even my own presence would disappear…

"Hey, you…"

I was lost in thoughts for some time, that sudden voice really startled me. I had not gotten involved in any conversation since I was dead, I was not sure what to say, so I waited for him to proceed.

"Do you have…anything to eat…"

His voice was deep, hoarse, but weak.

I wiped undried blood on my cloth, turned back, and looked at the man who asked for food.

A very tall male, fit but not very muscular, sat at the corner with his katana. His appearance was so slovenly, I was even amused by it. His messy hair covered major of his face, and I couldn't even figure out what was the colour of his cloth.

It is weird to say, but the moment I take a look at him, I figured he got something special. At first I thought it was his eyes, they sparkled like a sharpened knife. But then subtly, I sensed there were something around him. It felt like some sort of aura, or pressure.

"So you were the one they fought against?"

"Did you killed all these people by yourself?

"You don't seem to be injured, why you look so weak?"

"…"He moved his mouth a bit.

"Did you say something?"

"…I'm starving."


A few things to make clear:

1, The concept of "getting into a comic world". I do not know what it is called in English, but it's basically about a normal person like you and me, we close our eyes (you can substitute it with get crushed by a truck, fall off a cliff, etc). And when we open it, we are in a total different world than before. It could be a parallel world, a world created in a book or movie, manga or animation, you name it. Now, who can tell me do you guys have a word for this whooooooole thing?

2, So that's what happened to Kemu. I was gonna let her be an local resident in Bleach world, but I had no idea what would the thought process of a little girl from early 20 century be...And the concept I talked about in "1" was pretty popular, so...

3, Hmm, I wonder who Mr. Nameless is?

4, Feel like I'm improving );^D