A/N: They said a Storm was Coming, Ch.10: 40% (in progress due to rewrites)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for my OCs

My chest burned from the heavy ragged breathing that cyclically came in long, wheezing contractions. Courtesy of myself jumping around whilst dodging the, seemingly, fatal slashes of a figure who I wished didn't give me the first impressions of a killer in disguise. A killer dressed in black.

Guy was lanky, had very few meat on his lithe body (as if I had a lot of meat on me) but my word, did he seemed to swing that blade around of his like a madman on a killing spree. His face had sharp features and his squinting eyes, with the slash on his cheek, created a jarring heinous appearance on him that, probably, no mother could ever love except for the guy's own. As if listening in to my innermost thoughts and learning about him-self, the guy raged and screamed.

When I saw the overhead swing of his sword, a zanpakutō from the looks of it, approach towards me, I quickly willed my body to the right as he destroyed a small portion of a hut that was situated behind me. Rolling forward I couldn't get a moment of rest as I heard him screaming and the very next moment he was in front of me, swiping his weapon underneath my feet.

Quickly I shuffled back as I, at one lucky moment, kicked off of his zanpakutō's blade and leapt back a considerable distance, far away from him. I saw the shinigami in front of me glare, eyes squinting with a mean visage on his face, my breathing becoming heavier than before. It had been a while since I had jumped around that way. Not since the bandit incident. Not since then have I had to do such vigorous amount of activity to save myself in this manner; after I had awakened in this world. My legs were heavy and shaking.

My eyes scanned my surroundings for a split moment. The small amount of people that had been sparsely seen, they were nowhere to be found anymore. The current situation seemingly scaring them all off. Funny how it was different then in the twenty-first century, where everyone would've just started recording from a good distance away.

Amongst all these thoughts running through my mind, I hadn't failed to notice the changes. Changes, that this body was far more agile and could do far more than, what, a normal human body, my old self, could. My blood, it seemingly burned through my veins and arteries; excited as if. I could feel the very air that was brushing around me. It was teeming with a type of energy; energy I supposedly knew as, the ever aptly named, 'reishi'. Also, I could feel a bubbling energy course straight through every inch of my body, filling the long blood vessels, keeping me moving. This could only be my 'reiryoku', the spiritual energy that every soul had in Bleach. I wouldn't lie I did feel a tad bit too excited at the moment despite the situation at hand.

Now how did I get myself in this position you ask, fighting against this shinigami in broad daylight?

Back-tracking the story to a few moments earlier, it was nothing but a simple case of "No" that had led to this conundrum of a situation in hand. Rejection still seemed to be a powerful motif for an ass-whooping of whichever side was the more dominant in one's argument, be it evolve into a shouting match or, as per the current scenario, an all-out no holds barred fight, if you could even say it so.

People who felt too proud of themselves because of a rank and a small taste of power seemed to never be found in scarcity. There was always that one prick somewhere and it was my bad luck that I had to face one; right when I'm so close to the very destination I was running around for these damn two months, in front trying to take me life because I wouldn't give him anything in return for a simple question. 'Was this Soul Society?'

That was it.

But my "soul" brother here thought he would get sharp and try to hassle me for a price, because of that one question?! Bantering was done and lo! Now we're here, me dodging his ever increasing amount of rage slashing while trying to find a way out. I didn't have any weapon that could help me much except for a small blunt knife that had been knocked away pretty early in to the mess.

"You think you're so sharp gaki, trying to deny the words of a lieutenant. A lieutenant of the Gotei 13?!" - came his eloquent shout that I could care less than dirt about. His bleeding cheek still gleaming with the red liquid I drew very early on only seemed to intensify something in me. As my eyes focused at the flowing red liquid drip, I could feel another disturbance in the air as the space in front of me grew hotter and I couldn't even move much when the slash came again. Only instinct and deep seeded reactions saved me from being put down. Unfortunately, my right arm had to be the sacrifice for that.

Despite the horrible pain kicking in to my brain, I swung my leg and hit his abdomen. He didn't budge much even as I pushed and yelled, but I got thrown through a bench nearby. Only then, did I scream.

-"FUCK!"

-"Oh yes, scream more you stupid gaki!"

No better words could describe the situation and I didn't need him commenting back as well. It had turned to a big pile of mess as soon as the prick's hands wandered towards that blade of his, and when it was drawn it all went straight to wild rabid slashing. Did the guy even know about his zanpakutō's name, I didn't even want to think about that possibility. The shining lieutenant badge, fake or not, seemed to give enough of a hint at first glance, about competence. But that didn't seem to show here did it?

My right arm had a very, very deep gash that ran from the elbow to my shoulder blade. I was losing a lot of blood. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't have any blade with me, no weapons to fend off the ever approaching killer. A cough emerged and broke my train of thoughts as I spat out the blood that had slowly started to fill up in my throat. My rags were drenched in blood and torn away leaving little to no modesty on my body.

This was bad. This was my first day all over again. This could never compare to what had happened back then but still, the fact that I was cut down again; loosing blood while at the mercy of my opponent, it seemed to bring back vivid memories of that day and my breath hitched for a moment. My hands shook but I reigned in the ensuing terror that ran across my body as I calmed it down. Footsteps came close towards my vicinity as I fell on my butt and dragged my back towards the piece of rubble behind me. Leaning along it I took deep breaths as a few moments later, a blade came in to focus of my left eye, gleaming in the light of the sun.

-"You made me work, you stupid brat! Make me angry huh?! Slash my face will you?!"

I could feel him tracing my face with the blade and then he nudged my face to look at him, blunt edge pressing in to my chin. My fatigue clear in my face, I looked up towards him as he sneered at me.

-"You think you can just get anything for free around these parts did you?! Did you?!"

Vultures, the lot of them; scavenging fools and this guy seemed to be a part of them. Two pieces of clothes and a small blade was all I had and this guy didn't even believe me when I said I had nothing else.

Now I didn't know about him but I assumed we were pretty close to the monumental city that was called Seireitei and the walls. I could see them right across from my vision on the right, it was so close. I truly felt lost at that moment. I did not know what to do.

All this time, I had been escaping, accidentally killing and making my way through to this place these two months and now this? I just thought my afterlife was cursed, in a sense, the way this life just kept on pushing me to more and more life-threatening situations around me; one after the other. This was the after-life. Shouldn't I have had some form of peaceful rest? I had died for fucks sake! For a moment I forgot this was the world of Bleach and my excitement had shimmered down to a loss of will. Also,

Wasn't this place, again, actually close to the walls of Seireitei? Like, if it was near, why was there no one else strolling or patrolling around? Someone could've at least have a patrol around, or helped or was this how this version of Soul Society worked? A fleeting thought emerged from me.

-'I should've just been killed at that time as well.'

I could feel the blade leave my chin as my eyes followed the hands of my eventual killer go upwards. The man smirked at me, like he got a birthday present to cut open, as he said,

-"Take peace gaki, I will make sure you die swiftly."

This was it, I guessed morosely. No more fanfare, no more resets. It was just a dead end, I supposed. I was at my limit. My bleeding hand had taken a lot out of me. I hadn't been eating for a few hours as well and now, the reiryoku fatigue had also kicked in due to excess use in the slow healing of my arm. I didn't have anything in the tank currently. My senses that picked up on reishi trails also slowly started to dim down.

Unable to do anything else and nothing more, I just watched the person in front take a position as my eyes got blurry and the long strain of keeping my-self awake had taken its toll on my body.

-'I guess if I had my own zanpakutō, I could've done something. Now I can only die early without any exploration of this world. Good bye Bleach. Guess we were never meant to be. Sayo-!'

-"Yo, I didn't know my lieutenant was this thin and tall. SHE is a very sweet and healthy, five foot, petite girl that is very diligent in her duty. Now…..

….who are you supposed to be?"

The voice, like some kind of a miraculous plot-hole, a literal deus-ex machina, popped out of nowhere and slightly shook me ajar. If it weren't for my current weakly state I would've tried widening my eyes and looked clearly but I couldn't. My blurry vision picked up a black and white outline. There was some sort of laughing and some talking that my numbing ears couldn't pick up and then, it was all red.

My eyes closed as I fell to the blissful world of unconsciousness, unknowing of whatever it was about to happen to me. All I knew was someone had arrived and probably killed the guy. And it seemed my guy was an imposter at that too.

Good riddance.

- Seireitei, East District, Blue Stream Gate Entrance -

Mori Teruo felt weird today. He had woken up just fine, drank some sake, met his best FRIEND as usual at the 3rd Division barracks, had a hearty meal in his own barracks and was currently strolling out the gates on the east of Seireitei but an itch in the back of his head didn't seem to go away still.

Life was slow at the moment and Teruo felt increasingly bored with nothing to do for a while. It had been half a century or so since he had been promoted to being Captain of the 7th Division of the esteemed Gotei 13, led by their fearsome Sōtaichō, Shigekuni Genryūsai Yamamoto. The previous Captain had died in battle against one of the *Antepasados (先祖, Ancestor), ancient Vasto-Lordes that has had a long-standing grudge battle against the Shinigami for as long as Teruo could remember.

The battle had been hard fought and the Gotei 13 lost two of their own Captains in the ensuing aftermath; while the Vasto Lorde in question had been killed and his army defeated. Teruo knew though, that unlike himself, the newly appointed Captain of the 5th Division still held a very naive outlook on the world. The Captain of that division was young as well, younger than all of the current serving Captains in the different divisions. Teruo doubted the guy's aptitude for leadership but it was decided by a unanimous agreement that he was the only one eligible currently.

Teruo shrugged mindlessly as he got near the huge tall gates while using Shunpo to traverse the path out.

-'Well, we'll just have to see how he does his job on the clock.'

Landing outside he waved at the gatekeeper of the east gate as the giant figure came in to view while Teruo walked out of the Seireitei walls.

"YOO Zanrokyu~! Having fun?! Catch ya later!" - Teruo yelled out as he had shunpo'ed towards a direction of his choosing while the huge figure of the aforementioned gatekeeper seemingly turned towards his side and slightly bowed. He liked the gatekeeper of the east side. The man was of a really gigantic stature and once when Teruo had asked about the gatekeeper's specific giant traits, he had been graced with the answer that the shinigamis of his stature and characteristics had been, long since, an ally of the first generation of the Gotei 13 when they were created. Their kind of shinigami, were a tight knit group that lived in seclusion and didn't interact openly with the normal public around Soul Society.

It seemed fair enough and Teruo didn't pry in more to their history. In Teruo's opinion, as long as they were an ally of the Gotei 13 he had no enmity against them. Now, back to the itch in his head that had been giving him the elusive feelings of weirdness, it had come around full circle as he mindlessly trudged the terrains of the settlements around the east side of Rukongai.

-"Wasn't Sasakibe-kun from around the 37th district? Hmmmm?"

Teruo mused out loud as he looked around the foliage he was currently walking through instead of flashing around with his shunpo. The lieutenant of the 1st Division was a man that was respected by a lot of the older generation and Teruo himself had a healthy amount of deference for him as well. Any man that could stand beside the Sōtaichō with his utmost trust in them was worth every ounce of appreciation and awe they got and that was what Teruo felt strongly for the lieutenant; never once seeing the man being anywhere else but alongside his respected Captain, the great and powerful Yamamoto.

Teruo was someone who greatly admired the Sōtaichō, and would rarely question his orders as Teruo had been one of the many witnesses to the bloody war that had happened two centuries ago; a war with the beings that were a bane of hollows. The beings known as, the Quincies. Teruo had seen the carnage and the subsequent victory rumble.

A faint reiatsu pulse nudged Teruo suddenly as he walked another few feet when all of a sudden, his itch came around and with it came a tense feeling of agitated reiatsu signatures, both distinct but one of them, Teruo couldn't help but feel excited for. Teruo couldn't miss it now. His eyes haphazardly scanning the area, he disappeared in a burst of another shunpo as a few dashes later he came across a scene in one of the nearby settlements, of destroyed huts and two persons in the midst of, Teruo didn't deign to call the scene a battle or even a fight for that matter.

His eyes saw one of them, a young boy from the looks of it, was dodging every attack that came his way as the other, a lanky adult male at first glance, swung his sword around like a maniac. Teruo could pick up the fear coupling in with fatigue from the injury the young boy in bloodied rags seemed to have had. The injury was bad, Teruo recognised, but before he would act his eyes caught the attire of the lanky fellow. A black shinigami garb but the most prominent thing was the badge that hung from his upper left hand side.

-'Wait a minute, 7th Division? Ohohohohoho! If only Meguri-chan was here, she would've blown that guy's head off as soon as she noticed it.'

And it was true what he innately thought.

Now never had anyone said that his lieutenant loved explosions a little, far, too much. But that was just her charm, Teruo had reasoned when he had first met the silent bomb loving lieutenant of his Division. Let it be known that one, Yukibaku Meguri, lieutenant of the 7th Division, had a bomb fetish of unhealthy proportions. Coupled that with the silent stare she would deign to give you when she found her muse, it was safe to say, Teruo's lieutenant would've probably been very, very messy at this situation with her unpredictably silent temper.

Focusing on the individuals though, Teruo could feel the itching in his head had grown, and it mostly felt originating due to the young boy that seemed to be retreating and beat up.

'What the hell?! His reiatsu is too potent and dense.' - That was the first thing that Teruo's mind took note of. Teruo's eyes narrowed as he saw the boy lay back at a rubble of the destroyed hut he was thrown through and the man apparently take to taunting the boy. The boy's reiatsu, Teruo noted, was very, very, heavy if you were to just feel the texture of it. Every reiatsu had a distinct feel towards them and Teruo noted the boy's reiatsu to be akin to a hurricane in a box, caged in.

-'The con-man has a decent amount of reiatsu but that boy, he is interesting!'

Teruo's eyes caught the very moment of the man about to bring down the sword in his hands down onto the fainting little boy; and that is when Teruo decided to intervene. It would be remiss of him to not investigate further on to the situation in hand and also, Teruo had just found a new muse for himself as well. It seemed the itch in his head agreed. He quickly shunpo'ed towards the man and caught his hands, stopping his swing of the sword. Jovially speaking Teruo continued, "Yo, I didn't know my lieutenant was this thin and tall." - He snickered.

- "SHE is a very sweet and silent, healthy five feet, petite girl that is very diligent in her duty. Now…..

….who are you supposed to be?"

The aforementioned lanky man slowly turned towards the voice and the figure that had interrupted his swing. His eyes widened and his voice went silent as he caught site of the white haori wearing green-haired person behind him currently grabbing his hands in a vice-like grip. He haphazardly tried to wiggle free but to no success as he felt himself turned around.

"Now, now no need to squirm, c'mon lemme see that face who is going arou-!"- Teruo simply grinned.

"Wait, now that I look at you, aren't you the con-man 'Koninkon' going around spreading false rumours of bad shinigamis and looting places around this area." – Teruo spoke, ecstatic. The man, now named Koninkon, had started sweating as he saw he couldn't get out of the hold and watched the person in front slowly unsheathing his own zanpakutō. Koninkon knew who this was. The Captain of the 7th Division himself had captured him so he cursed his luck today deep inside his mind.

"You know the Central 46 lot want you captured and brought back." - A giggle left Teruo's lips. For a few moments the silent, voiceless Koninkon hoped he would be alive at last, a small hope blossomed.

-"But I don't feel like letting you live."

That small sentence had brought visible despair back on the face of Koninkon. He knew not much about the reputation of the Captain in front of him but he had reasoned that Captains, as prideful as they might be, they themselves would never want to try and capture some two-bit con-bandit like him. He never figured that he would or might come across one, and so he carried on with his conning and looting spree. Koninkon had enough confidence to cheat out on low seated officers from the Gotei 13 but a Captain?

Schnk!

Teruo slashed up with his katana-like zanpakutō at Koninkon before the con-man could even muster enough wit to move away or see the slash even happening.

-"How dare you put my Division's name on that badge you wore, you cur."

Koninkon had just stumbled back a little bit after the surprise initial slash when Teruo swiftly swung back his zanpakutō and before Koninkon could even realise what was what, he was beheaded cleanly as his head flew off spurting excessive blood from the neck. Teruo only watched with cold, semi-lidded eyes with an unfocused gaze at the blood that splattered upon him and also covered the scene.

Mori Teruo loved being jovial. He loved his Division. He loved pranking on his friends. He loved to tease and just sic his Captain duties off to his lieutenant just to watch her squirm and rage silently. He loved to simply sip his sake within the comfort of his barracks or with his friends. He loved to play *Ninuki-Renju with the older Captains. He loved finding new things to keep himself interested, all the time.

He didn't like Koninkon though –

- And what Mori Teruo disliked, he removed them from his sight, figuratively and literally. Teruo was one of the many easy-going Captains of the current Gotei 13 but let that not deter from the fact that Mori Teruo had survived through the most damned war of the Soul Society. The scars had remained and even though the kind Captain didn't show it, his friends were privy to how vicious he could be in a fight.

As the body of Koninkon was slowly disappearing into the reishi it was made of Teruo turned towards the boy now in his sights, completely ignoring the other. Despite the grievous injuries onto the boy's right arm, he still seemed to be alive if the faint reiatsu pulse was any indicator. Teruo sheathed his zanpakutō and approached the boy's proximity.

-'He would probably die from the reiatsu exhaustion and injuries. Might as well take him to the 4th Division infirmary, it would be interesting to see what could happen in the coming future.'

Teruo knelt, tore a long piece of cloth from the clothes of the fading Koninkon, wrapping the biggest injury up being the boy's right arm, and then picked the bleeding unconscious boy in a bridal carry as he turned towards the direction of the visible Seireitei walls.

Looking at the boy one last time, he gathered reiatsu and burst off in the fastest shunpo he could master up right now.

-'Better not die kid, I want to see what you can do if you stay alive.'

I had no recollection whatsoever.

Whatever had happened to me, I didn't know. The memories came rushing in, of the fight, of the blood, of my last breath, and then it was all red.

My senses slowly came back. Initially, I could feel my headspace first, then, slowly my chest rose and fell, I could breathe. I could feel my fingers first and then my hands responded slowly. My mouth slightly opened ajar and then my feet, I could feel them now. My toes wiggling, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, silently though as I strained my eyes to open. Open to the light I could see coming towards my vision and then, I heard someone speak up with a sweet but professional voice.

-"I can see that you have come to your senses at last."

My vision slowly cleared as I turned my head to the left of me where the voice came from and my eyes caught two figures, one seated and one standing. One could not say how surprised I was when I gathered my wits and actually focused on who was seating beside my, I could say, bed but, there she was!

Her! Unohana Retsu!

Former Kenpachi! The, most, deadliest of the killers to have lived in Soul Society! She was treating me! FUCK!

YES!

I think some form of awe and excitement appeared on my face even though I tried to reign in my excitement but I would say Unohana caught it. If the way I caught her eyes slightly narrow and then calm down as quickly as I calmed my excitement down as well, then Unohana Retsu knew I seemed to have some form of familiarity to her.

-"It would seem your injuries are coming along nicely. You were unconscious for two days in here, how are you feeling?"

Ahh I needed to calm down but, if I had already met Unohana now, did that mean I was in, the, Seireitei and in, the, 4th Division Medical Barracks? Well, truthfully speaking, I had no idea on how I would've entered Seireitei or how I would've even got passed those guards so, well Unohana was waiting for an answer and I wheezed out with a dry throat, "Gh-gho-od."

"Hold on, have some water first." - The male who was standing beside her handed her a glass of water that she passed on to me as I slowly edged up on the bed and took the glass. It was relief when the liquid hit my food pipe as I drank it greedily, downing it one go. Handing her the glass back, I issued a "Thank you" as I steadied myself on the medical bed.

"I'm feeling better now. Where am I?" - I questioned even though I knew the answer but I had to blend in as an unknown. Looking at Unohana right now, the actual face of her, I could not tell you how weird it was. But it had given me solace with the unmistakable fact that the world I was in was definitely Bleach now. I remember I had read it till the end.

I had watched the anime until it stopped at the Full-bring arc and I had also watched all four of the official movies till Hell Verse. Thing was, I had known of the fact that there was talks of the Thousand Year arc being animated but sadly for me, I would never know that now will I? I had died around a year after the manga ended if I can recall correctly, but with my situation right now. This meant, I could potentially live through the whole experience itself?! How crazy is that!

-"You are currently in one of the medical barracks of the 4th Division in Seireitei. I am Unohana Retsu, Captain of this Division. This man beside me is my lieutenant, Makino Naofumi. You were brought in by Mori-taichō. He is the Captain of the 7th Division. You were heavily injured. He told us he found you outside in East Rukongai."

So that's the guy who saved me. This Captain Mori; it was most probably his surname she was referring to because that was how the Japanese addressed their people in a more respectful way, if I knew from how much I read about. So a Captain of the 7th Division I was really not familiar with. This mostly meant that the world was either really in the past or I was in an alternate one but I was mostly leaning towards the former. Also, Unohana being in the 4th Division, with a different lieutenant, already screamed of the first Quincy War being already over so this was definitely around sometime between the thousand years before the real canon timeline was about to merge.

'A thousand years.'- I silently wondered incredulously.

-"Oh, so he is a Captain?! Well, I hope you send him my thanks or I could thank him myself. But I don't know this place."

-"Tell me…" -"Hibarashi, Hibarashi Ryūzen."

-"Hibarashi-kun. First, can you tell me how you got these injuries? I have read the reports sent in by Mori-taichō about the incident but I would still like to know your version of the events. It's okay if you don't want to tell us but if you could inform us on how you got them we could look for anything else we might've missed or not found on our initial diagnostics."

I noticed Unohana's hair braid wasn't as clean currently as I had seen her wear it. Clean in a sense, she still had some work to do on her braiding and I would definitely bet on her getting better as the years went on. It was actually laughable that I was comparing these things from an artwork that was intended for her to look that clean; but damn it, this was real for me right now! Aside from that, she looked YOUNG AS HELL!

Her skin seemed to be slightly, more, paler than her usual tone I had seen but that didn't matter much for me. I proceeded to tell her about the incident that had happened with me on how I fought off a bandit and that I was almost close to my death because I had exhausted myself from travelling non-stop.

"I heard about a Shinigami school in a passing rumour mill and I thought I would try to enter it. It kind of intrigued me and when an old man had given me the directions well, I was out the next moment. Then this happened, I guess that's it." - I saw the lieutenant note down everything I wrote in a report file.

-"You clearly suffered from reiryoku depletion, exhausted your reserves. You had bruises in your body but none too serious. We also noted numerous unhealed slashes. Aside from the bloodied arm that you were brought in with, you didn't seem to have any major injuries so we treated you normally and it seems you are healing very quickly judging from the way we are having this conversation."

"I thank you Unohana-san." I didn't think it was appropriate to address her as a Captain, for the current time. She wasn't my Captain, yet. But if what my mind in the back was planning truly came to fruition or I am able to be successful at that, then this story would change the former Kenpachi during one of her most crucial moments. All I had to do for now was to wait and plan.

-"I'm grateful for whatever you people did for me. I do not know how to repay you back for it. I do not have anything on me besides those rags I wore."

-"You do not have to worry about that. You mentioned that you were coming here to attend the Shinigami school were you not? Well, from the reports of the incident it was due to someone who impersonated our prestigious institution personnel so I would think that you joining the academy would be recompense enough from both sides."

Well, I wasn't about to look into a gift horse's mouth. This opportunity to join the Gotei 13 fell right into my lap, a small option at this time but a valuable one that opened up. First stop, academy. Next was graduation, bet!

-"That is fine by me, I suppose. I will be grateful if I get to attend."

A/N: *Antepasados (先祖, アンテパサドズ). Antepasadozu : Spanish for "Forefather", Japanese for "Ancestor"

*Ninuki-Renju is a professional variant, strategic board game of Japanese origin and a form of Gomoku.

"For this story my SI/OC only has the knowledge of the manga and anime plus movie contents. He is not privy to knowledge of the current Novels or any Burn the Witch or the Anniversary one-shot stories. Keep in mind though, despite that, I will be incorporating some of the characters and relevant information of events from those stories into this story but my OC will be totally oblivious of their role and importance.

The timeline for this story is right around the time Soul Society is settling down from the first Quincy War. So you can take this story to be taking place after the first generation of the Gotei 13 has been succeeded, with the current roster being the third generation. The generations is mostly based on the duration of a century's time (100 years, for plebs) as Canon takes place after a thousand years after the first Gotei 13 is formed. Since there is already an uneven number of promotions on all the squads as some squads have had a Captain for a very long time, seemingly, without changes to its Captain position (1st div, 4th div, 8th div, 13th div etc), even though a generation may change some Captains won't, or they will be changed according to story process meaning a fifth generation Gotei 13 can have Captains from the previous generation as well.

I am making myself a comprehensive timeline guide as I go on, adding the events I will create in this story, with the help of the Bleach Wiki, Novels, manga and by reddit user tari101190's blog; which is what I will be following until the eventual canon timeline merges. The full guide will be revealed once canon starts and my OC catches up to the start of the canonical events, but I plan to release small data-book chapters after every major arc that I shall write. Any, eventual, new Bleach stories of mine will most probably follow this timeline guide until edited with canonical proof.

Lastly, I am not going to put in long A/N in the end that explains everything going on in the chapter. I have decided to write the story in such a way as to be able to give you all enough hints for you to get an idea of the events or anything new, if you read carefully. This would all be explained in a data-book chapter that I had proposed to include in the story. That would be all from me"

Peace.