Bleach: Yan Lingwan
Time travel? A Soul Reaper? It’s actually him?! You must be joking... Gin: “I’ll do whatever you say—as long as you let me kill Aizen with my own hands.” Kenpachi: “Where is that guy? Come out and fight me!” Byakuya: “He is the person I respect the most.” Aizen: “Eliminate him, or we have no chance of winning.” Reborn once more, unleash your power—Yanlingmaru!
Bleach: Yan Lingwan
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Inside an ordinary Japanese wooden house, a young man with silver-white hair sat, draped in a white cloak. Beneath the cloak, he wore a kimono that seemed oddly familiar—or, more precisely, a shihakusho.
“...How did it come to this?” the silver-haired youth sighed, helplessness written across his face.
What on earth was happening? How had he ended up in this world so inexplicably?
Who was he? What was his name, his origin, his talents... He couldn’t remember any of it.
Indeed, this silver-haired youth had somehow traversed into another world.
Though so much was lost to him, he had a vague recollection of how he’d arrived in this strange place...
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“All bodily indices normal...”
“Internal organ functions are stable…”
“No injuries are visible on the surface…”
“Experimental research project officially commencing.”
Blinding lights, snowy white walls, figures in bizarre clothing, each wielding unfathomable instruments…
This was the scene that greeted the youth when he awoke from unconsciousness, before his journey between worlds.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on here? Some sort of scientific experiment?”
He awoke to find himself lying on an examination table, being manipulated at will by these strange beings. The sensation—ugh, it was beyond uncomfortable.
“Oh? You’re awake?” A figure clad
