《Rewriter System》 I am Ichigo ¡°What kind of dogshit ending was that?!¡± Terry flipped his keyboard as he attempted to digest the ending of Bleach. After following the epic of the shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo for so long the ending left a bitter taste in his mouth. How did the mangaka mess up the story so much? Terry couldn¡¯t quite understand what had happened. He had looked online for more information. Various news outlets and websites pointed fingers towards the publisher Shounen Jump for neglecting and forcing Bleach to go on for too long. Others claimed the mangaka, Kubo Tite, had given up on the story all together. Even the fanbase was split with many self-proclaimed Bleach officiendos citing various ways in which Bleach spiralled into the lacklustre story that it is now. Truthfully Terry didn¡¯t know what was the true reason for Bleach¡¯s fall from grace. He simply felt it was a pity for such a story to be wasted like that. Sighing to himself Terry clicked to close the window on his computer when another window popped up. ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± Terry stared blankly at the window¡¯s message. Your father is a phoenix feather, can you not see that right under the final chapter there was about 2000 people who agree with your god¡¯s sentiment? Jeez big brother system if you wanted to sell me something at least come up with a better hook than that. Terry chuckled to himself as he attempted to close the window. ¡°Huh?¡± Scanning the window pop up Terry could not find the usual X sign that normally resided in the top right corner. Was that even legal? Terry quickly scanned the rest of the window. Top left corner like a MAC? Nope. Bottom left corner? Bottom right corner? Nothing. Taking in a deep breath, Terry secretly made a vow to himself to not frequent any more of these shady sites so late at night. He understood what had happened, his computer had a virus. These Manga gods can go to hell for writing such a stupid virus. Quickly Terry hit the alt-control,delete keys as his many night adventure escapades on the web has taught him how to deal with these viruses and spyware. One second¡­ Two second¡­ ¡°Huh?¡± Nothing changed on his monitor. The final Bleach chapter was still there with Abarai Ichika meeting Kurosaki Kazui. The multitudes of tabs he had opened on his browser were still there. And last but not least that damn pop up window was still smack dabbed right in the centre of it all. Terry calmed himself down by taking another deep breath. Okay fine, I admit your goddamn virus or whatever is godsend. Skillfully he shifted his finger to the reset button on his pc tower. Let us reboot into safemode and fix this shit. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. One second¡­ Two second¡­ Once more nothing changed. The feeling Terry got was that time had been frozen. ¡°PFTTTT¡­¡± Terry laughed to himself, like that could ever actually happen. Guess I will just have to do it the good ol fashion way. He reached behind his pc tower and attempted to yank out the power cord. Damn rotten website forcing me to do this. Terry kept cursing as he tried to pull the cord out. Suddenly he felt a jolt of electricity enter his finger from the cord and his vision went black. *** ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Terry groaned as he heard the automated high pitch voice of some robot. Alright, alright, I your father get it, you are the best virus, spyware, adware, in the whole wide world to even have sound playing in a pop up window. Once more in front of Terry¡¯s field of vision the pop up window appeared. However there was sign of his monitor, the wall behind the monitor, or even anything else except pitch blackness. Terry wanted to scream, he wanted to flail his body; but there was nothing. He could not feel any movement or make any sound except hear his own thoughts. Is this for real? What is going on? Terry started to panic. ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± Once more the robotic voice sounded out. ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± ¡°Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix¡¯s feather or a quilin¡¯s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god¡¯s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes¡± ¡°OKAY!¡± Terry screamed in his head as the voice got louder and louder. ¡°WHOOSH¡± once more his vision swam into darkness *** ¡°Hey...hey...Ichi...? Ichi...!¡± ¡°SHUT THE F*CK UP¡± roared Terry. A blurry scene unfolded before his eyes. In front of him was a petite girl dressed in black robes.Her black flowing shoulder length hair coupled with her shocked gaze made Terry feel as though she could see straight into his soul. The girl was injured, blood was oozing out from a wound on her face. Shockingly Terry recognized her. It was Kuchiki Rukia. Before he could come to terms with why he was seeing Rukia in the flesh and not in a black and white manga page, the sharp pain in his chest jolted him awake. Terry looked down and saw that right there sticking in the middle of chest was a sword. Not just any sword, it was Rukia¡¯s sword. Dear god...this scene is way too familiar. Any Bleach fan worth their salt would know that this was the opening scene for how Ichigo started his journey as a shinigami. ¡°I am Ichigo?..¡± The thought struck Terry like a bolt of lightning. Are you for real? This is not a dream? I transcended into the world of Bleach? I am the protagonist? Many thoughts swirled into his mind as the feeling of excitement hit him. This was just like all those novels he read about ordinary people being transported to a foreign world and reincarnating into one of the characters there. And the world he was in now is the world of Bleach! Thank you virus, thank you adware, thank you spywares and all those shady sites for giving me this chance. Terry was simply swept up in the feeling of ecstasy at the thought of being the main character of Bleach. Even the pain he felt from being stabbed in the chest faded as he lunged both his hands to grab Rukia¡¯s sword pulling it closer into his chest. ¡°Y...you¡­¡± Rukia couldn¡¯t believe what was happening. What was wrong with this guy? Is he some sort of masochist? And that expression on his face? Why is he suddenly smiling? Forget it this is already a huge mess. ¡°You, tell this one your name,¡± Rukia said solemnly as she stared straight into Terry¡¯s eyes. Ha! I thought you would never ask, it is now time to make my grand introduction. Terry adopted a solemn expression as well as he cleared his throat. ¡°Listen my name is Ich¡­¡± Before he could finish his sentence a voice from behind Terry shouted. ¡°His name is Ichi-uni and he is my brother!¡± Dont Help Terry blinked a couple of times trying to register what he just heard. I am who? Ichi-uni? Was this some sort of pirated version of Bleach? Who gave you the right to change the main character¡¯s name? What dogshit naming sense must you have to go with Ichi-uni? Without pause, Terry spun around to see the owner of the voice. ¡°Huh?¡± There was no one behind him. In fact there was nothing behind him except for two storey house and a street lamp. Did he imagine things? Or maybe this system changed its voice pack since he yelled at it earlier. ¡°Hey...could you refrain from swinging us around like that?¡± Again that voice rung beside Terry¡¯s ear. What did it mean by us? Speaking of which wasn¡¯t Ichigo super fit with rippling abs and a tall thug like stature? Why did he feel like he turned into a fatty? Did all MC¡¯s have heavy ass bodies like this? Ignoring the voice, Terry turned around again to face Rukia. ¡°Seriously brother at this rate both of us will lose too much blood if you keep turning you idiot.¡± ¡°Bam.¡± Terry felt a fist descend on his head. The blow was not fatal by any means but it caused him to stumble to the side a bit. Shaking his head, Terry regained his vision. His jaw instantly dropped. In a neighbouring window Terry could clearly see a reflection of Ichigo with a zanpaktou stabbed in his chest. But that was not the shocking bit, no the shocking bit was behind that Ichigo was another Ichigo who was also impaled by the same zanpaktou. ¡°What in the actual Fu¡­¡­.¡± A huge boom sounded out from within Terry. Before he could finish his sentence a thick mist of spiritual energy swirled towards his chest. The dense spiritual energy burrowed deep into his body running wildly through his arteries and veins. Terry could clearly feel his body being strengthened at an incredible rate. Each thump from his heart sent more spiritual energy coursing through his body. Off to the side Rukia¡¯s face started to twitch continuously...What in the world is going on here? Is this whole family full of retards? First the sisters get attacked, then the dad gets beaten, and Ichigo decided to take her spiritual energy to become a temporary shinigami but then the suicidal older brother jumps in and stabs both of them? Why is this hollow even here? This family looks like they are perfectly capable of killing themselves off. Resisting the urge to vomit up a mouth full of blood, Rukia stared nervously at the two figures enshrouded in the thick spiritual mist in front of her. After a few seconds the two figures separated as her zanpaktou disappeared from their chests and reappeared by her side.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. A flash of brilliant light illuminated the quiet street and two figures clothed in black robes appeared as the spiritual mist dispersed. Naturally they were Terry and Ichigo. Brandishing a giant broadsword shaped zanpaktou Ichigo stared at the strange creature in front of him. The creature was humanoid in structure but it had large arms and no neck. It clearly towered over him. As for its face it was covered by a white mask and black marks covered the rest of its body. This creature was a hollow. Terry stood beside Ichigo looking straight into the hollow¡¯s mask. My god, this is a real life hollow. He was too busy at first to notice the thing since he was caught up in the ecstasy of becoming a shinigami to be later confused by Ichigo who is clearly standing beside him. If I am not the MC of Bleach then why do I look exactly like Ichigo. What the hell is going on? Before Terry could attempt to figure anything out the Hollow in front of him let out a massive roar that shook the surroundings. As if by primal instinct Ichigo rushed at it brandishing his giant zanpaktou. ¡°Ding...congratulations to host for awakening your spiritual power. The reward for this is an Asauchi zanpaktou¡± The voice of the system sounded off in Terry¡¯s mind and instantly he could feel something forming in his right hand. A sword resembling a japanese katana materialized. Looking closely at it there was no distinct characteristic to distinguish it from any other sword. Your father! I really did become a shinigami! But wait...what the hell is up with this zanpaktou? Terry took some practice swings with it. Besides looking and feeling like a katana there really was nothing special about it. Meanwhile Ichigo continued his battle of life and death with the hollow. Terry couldn¡¯t help but admire the giant broadsword shape that Ichigo¡¯s zanpaktou took while disdainfully looking at his average zanpaktou. ¡°Cough cough¡± Rukia coughed dryly as she walked up beside Terry. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to help your brother fight off the hollow?¡± Rukia really couldn¡¯t understand why someone who a minute ago was smiling like a maniac with a sword stuck in his chest would now stand in a daze looking at his sword. Was he a masochist? Did he only find meaning in life with sharp things stabbed into his body? She couldn¡¯t quite figure out what this Ichi-uni was thinking nor did she really want to know. Terry looked at the hollow with its gigantic arms and sunken eyes and shook his head. Fight a hollow? Are you crazy lady? I don¡¯t even know what is happening right now and out of no where you ask me to fight that thing? Do I look like a have a death wish? Not everyone can just jump into a fight you know, its called tactics. You got to observe your opponent and find out its weakness before jumping head first in. Seeing that Terry had no intention of joining the fight Rukia furrowed her brow. What is this Ichi-uni thinking? He got shinigami powers just to stand here and watch his brother fight? He could have done that without getting himself stabbed by her zanpaktou. The heck, he even threw himself onto her sword and pulled it so hard that he stabbed through himself and Ichigo leading to this predicament. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Terry gave a dry cough while sheathing his Asauchi. ¡°Ichigo doesn¡¯t need my help, you will see in a minute.¡± Placing his hands behind his back Terry assumed the posture of an elder generation looking at the younger ones. Rukia¡¯s eyeballs almost rolled up into her sockets, the heck man. Are you the actual shinigami or am I the shinigami? That thing literally just beat me black and blue and here you are saying your brother doesn¡¯t need any help? Your brother who like you just awakened to their shinigami powers? You greenhorns will come to regr¡­. Before Rukia could finish her thought she heard Ichigo roar at the top of his lungs. Hefting his zanpaktou up high he slashed down onto the hollow. ¡°That¡¯s for attacking my family you fish faced freak!!¡± The hollow was split in half, its massive body dispersing into spiritual energy. ¡°See I told you so,¡± remarked Terry. ¡°THUD!¡± Rukia collapsed as her vision swam, what is wrong with this scenario? What is wrong with these brothers?