Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I do, however, own the OC thus far.

Chapter 3

My vision was a total blur. Seeing purple all around me, I was flying effortlessly with intense speed through a seemingly one-way tunnel. I didn't know which was worst, the fact that my head felt like bursting, the freaking cold wind (I am seriously gonna get a windburn), or the gigantic bullet train thingy that was chasing me.

I thought there was supposed to be peace in the afterlife, not some high-speed chase movie.

Looking ahead, there was a bright light that was shining like a glimmer of hope. Only, it seemed much further away than it looked. Somehow, I didn't seem to bridge the gap between the light and I. It looked like I was flying on the spot, with the bullet train revving up its engine behind me.

To kill time, I tried to imagine what the afterlife would be like. Would there be clouds and angels with halos and harps like depicted in the movies? Or would it be a giant mansion with-

The wind intensified. Finally, it seemed like I was making progress towards the light. Unlike before, I was no longer stalling in one place, but moving forward.

As I arrived right before the light, I suddenly accelerated, increasing my already incredible velocity. I closed my eyes as pierced through the light, the cold wind becoming warm. After a moment, my eyesight recovered and I opened my eyes.

I was greeted with the breathtaking sight of blue skies and a quaint village. It would have been a pleasant view, if it wasn't for the fact that I was plummeting towards the ground with full speed.

There was one thing I didn't notice earlier. Dust.

Lots and lots of dust. I had impacted the ground with insane amounts of momentum, leading me to wonder how the hell my back was still intact. Unfortunately, this also meant that there was a dust cloud from my landing, rendering me temporarily blinded.

From all around, I heard the buzz of people talking around me. It seemed like a crowd had gathered due to my spectacular entrance.

As I stood up, the dust cloud cleared, and I saw that the people immediately around me seemed to have difficulty breathing. Wondering why, I pointed at a random victim and asked the others what was happening.

"The reiatsu is choking them." An elderly man at the back said. The others seemed a bit wary of me, so I jumped out of the circle of people and landed lightly on my feet.

What the hell? Did I just jump fifteen feet into the air?

Before I could make any guesses regarding my unbelievable leap, two people dressed like the carrot-top, minus the sleeves, appeared out of nowhere. They both carried swords at their waist. The crowd parted for them as they walked up to me side by side.

"What's going on here?" The lean one on the left said. He had spiky black hair and a '69' tattoo on the left side of his face. There was an insignia tied on his left arm with the number 9 inscribed on it. Three parallel scars ran down the right side of his face, and a blue tattoo was present under his left eye to the bridge of his nose.

So I'm guessing that these people had some power here in the afterlife. From the way the crowd was acting, the one who just spoke was of higher ranking than his partner.

"Before anything else happens, may I ask where I am?" I asked. Politeness gets you far in situations like these.

Glad to see you're finally learning. A familiar voice said. Ah, the elf-lady, if I recognize it correctly.

"We're in the 1st Western Rukon District of the Soul Society." The much larger counterpart on the right informed. He had a very forgettable face, but he had the most marvellous moustache.

"Thank you," I nodded to moustache. I turned to 69. "To answer your question, I just got konso-ed and I appeared here."

"Oh really? People who are brought here through konso do not appear from the sky nor do crash land pathetically like you did." Moustache remarked before 69 could reply.

"I dunno. Some man with a cane konso-ed me. That's all I know." I turned back to 69. "You seem to be superior to him, so I'll ask-"

"Now wait just a minute." Moustache said. He started walking towards me as he spoke.

"Lieutenant, I think that-" he stopped short as he got within close proximity of me. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed as his knees buckled by some unknown force. His lieutenant started frowning as he walked toward me.

"That's what you get for underestimating people, Umesada." He remarked and continued on his path. When he got within the same distance as his subordinate, his eyes widened in shock and he started sweating profusely.

"Bloody hell." He muttered. He then turned toward me and said, "Control your reiatsu."

My reiatsu? So the old man was referring to me?

Honestly, I wanted to control it. It's not very fun to make people unable to breathe just by being near them. The only problem was I didn't know how.

I'll help you. Imagine a circle.

I did.

No, not a transparent circle. A black one that's completely filled. She paused and considered something. Make it smaller, too.

I corrected the image in my mind.

Good. Now, imagine yourself pressing the ball into your chest.

I followed her instruction and when the last step was complete, I felt an immense power coursing through my veins.

You have just redirected all of your excess reiatsu into your body. What I have just taught you is a simple imaging technique that allows you to channel the majority of your reiatsu effectively.

So does this mean that I can use it to attack people or something?

Well, you can. The power of the mind works very differently here in the Soul Society.

Thanks, elf-lady. I turned back to the pair, who seemed to have recovered from the effects of my reiatsu.

"Sorry 'bout that, I'm kinda new to this thing, so I haven't the faintest idea where to start…"

"It's alright. Now, as we can see that there isn't any ryoka trouble, we'll be taking our leave." The lietenant announced.

"But lieutenant-" Umesada protested. I think he was looking for a fight.

"You have already proven yourself weak today, Umesada. You should be grateful that you were even promoted to the 20th seat." He said with a frown. Man, this guy seems to have only one expression.

He turned back to me.

"As I was saying earlier before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be leaving." His tone sounded final. He disappeared in a flash, only to reappear on the other end of the road. While waiting for the other man, he took out a piece of paper and started writing.

What can I say? I was impressed.

"Hey, wait for me!" Umesada called out, as he attempted the same move that Lieutenant 69 did. The difference was that he took six times as long before reaching his superior. I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

Suddenly, I felt that something was off. Hearing a flapping sound from behind me, I swung around and noticed that a kunai with a note attached had been thrown directly at my face with a note attached to it. I caught it by the handle- it appeared that my reflexes had greatly improved since I entered this world- and removed the note from the blade.

Nice catch. There's an entrance exam for the Shinigami Academy in two days

time. Be there. I'll put a recommendation for you, at least, how you look like. Good

luck.

~69~

Bastard. Couldn't he just have told me earlier instead of throwing weapons? What if I was too slow to catch it? I would've lost an eye!

But back to the note. So there's going to be an entrance exam the day after tomorrow, huh? I wonder if I could make it in...

What does the Shinigami Academy teach, anyway? And more importantly, what are the exams based upon?

…You know what? I think I've just received an invitation to kick some ass, and I'm gonna accept it.

The problem was, where the hell was the entrance exam going to be being held?

Watch your language.

I groaned inwardly. What in the world have I gotten myself into?

A/N: Yo, another update. Somehow, this chapter felt a little jumpy and rough, but I couldn't think of ways to improve it any further.

So he was greeted by Hisagi in the upon entrance. And I've hinted a little at his spirit energy. Come on, what's an awesome story if the main character's weak?

And, as usual, reviews would be extremely appreciated.