What Kind of Place Did I Transmigrate To?!

Author: Fengyu Jiangnan

Synopsis:

An ordinary high school student accidentally transmigrated to the Nasuverse. With the help of his older cousin Miyamoto Musashi, he learned the legendary Niten Ichi-ryū.

But before he could become a Heroic Spirit, or even grow accustomed to his sword, he died in a war and transmigrated again.

Upon arriving in an unfamiliar world, he nearly starved to death. Fortunately, a catgirl took him home.

And so, Soul Society's first true dual swordsman arrived.

Scheming nobles, Aizen standing in the heavens, or even Yhwach with The Almighty—take a Kurikara Great Celestial Phenomenon first!

And Yoruichi, why do you keep telling me to change my surname to Shihoin?~

Character card

Name: Fujiwara Genshin

Gender: Male

Age: @#￥

Appearance: Long silver-white hair, black eyes, high ponytail

Zanpakuto — Shikai

[Mumyō]: Slightly longer than an Asauchi, with a relatively straight, entirely black blade and a dark-gold guard. Its hilt is interwoven with black and dark gold, predominantly black.

Ability: Physical-type main-hand weapon. Its defining trait is sharpness; theoretically, it can cut through anything if supplied with enough spiritual pressure. After dealing damage, it imbues the wound with spiritual pressure that can devour Kaidō. When Xuanxin kills the enemy or the wound is completely healed, a certain amount of spiritual power is returned to Xuanxin.

[Shingon]: Slightly shorter than an Asauchi, but longer than a standard wakizashi used in dual-wielding. Its blade is relatively straight and entirely dark gold, with a black guard. Its hilt is interwoven with black and dark gold, predominantly dark gold. It has a pure gold sword tassel.

Ability: Spell-type off-hand weapon. Its defining trait is augmentation. When held in the main hand (right hand), it allows Kidō to be cast without incantations, provided the caster is capable of casting that Kidō without an incantation already. It can also imbue the Zanpakuto with Kidō for attacks, provided the user has absolute control over that Kidō. The Kidō it can be imbued with include, but are not limited to, Hadō, Bakudō, and Kaidō. More abilities remain to be developed.

Note: In his current state, Xuanxin can only use the power of one sword at a time. The other sword's state will be assimilated into the power of the sword in his right hand. This restriction will change over time.

Zanpakuto — Bankai

Specific information remains locked... Tee-hee~~~

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Taking a day off today~ Gotta think about what comes next, boo-hoo-hoo.

Chapter 1: What Kind of Place Did I Transmigrate To?!

Summer was always a season of partings. The atmosphere of graduation season had barely faded when the troublesome plum rain season arrived.

A young man walked alone beneath a red umbrella whose edges had faded somewhat. He hurried down the deserted street and disappeared around the corner at its end.

But when he turned the corner, the sight before him made him quicken his pace even more.

The streets around him looked no different from usual, yet he had wandered for twenty minutes without finding his way out of a stretch that should have taken only a few minutes to walk.

The sight before him stirred a very real fear in the young man, who had only ever been half an atheist to begin with.

He was only half an atheist because, as far as he was concerned, all bad omens and predictions were feudal superstition. Only good omens were worth believing, at least a little.

As he continued stumbling around like a headless fly, he suddenly noticed his surroundings beginning to blur.

"Honk, honk!!"

A sudden, piercing blast of a horn shattered the eerie silence.

The young man turned around in delight, only for the sight that met his eyes to plunge him into even greater despair, because...

That Dayun truck was fucking coming straight at him!!

In a flash, scenes from his walk home from school raced through his mind.

They finally settled on an old beggar at the school gate. The old beggar had appeared out of nowhere and insisted that he had exceptional bones and would surely achieve great things someday. He had been determined to press something dirty-looking into the young man's hands.

But he had firmly refused. After all, these days, anything unknown could be the means for some new kind of scam.

Besides, would anyone really fall for a plot that had been worn to death in novels?! So the young man had left without a second thought.

As he left, the old man had stamped his feet and shouted after him that he was bound to "run into great fortune" today.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he really was about to run into a Dayun.

With a piercing screech of brakes, the young man felt the world spin around him, followed by a gradually spreading sensation of weightlessness.

When the young man returned to the ground, the Dayun's door opened, and a man in a suit and dress shoes stepped out.

"Why make things so hard? Sure, that routine was a little old, but at least it was painless! Honestly, you wasted half my day. Well, I've met today's quota. Woohoo~ Time to clock out!"

As his voice faded, the Dayun, the street, and the man in the suit all gradually vanished, leaving only a somewhat old umbrella behind as proof of what had happened.

His last thought before losing consciousness completely was, Disguising yourself as an old man to hand out stuff is an old routine, but isn't this Dayun routine just as old?!

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't see the hospital ceiling he had expected. He wasn't even indoors.

He soon realized he was leaning against a tree. He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

There were no concrete roads or utility poles. Even the breeze carried the fresh scent of earth untouched by modern industrial civilization, and he was dressed in a coarse Japanese linen kimono.

The young man quickly realized he had transmigrated.

Still, transmigration wasn't so bad. For an orphan who had lived on welfare and relief in the modern world, it hardly even counted as a bad thing.

He had never had much to hold him there. Now that he had transmigrated, this might even be a good chance to make something of himself. Wasn't transmigration a privilege reserved for the protagonists of novels?

Thanks to years of secretly reading novels in class, he knew the most important thing now was to activate his "cheat"!

Otherwise, what was the point of transmigrating without a cheat? To be cannon fodder in ancient times or another world?!

The young man began calling out in his heart. He tried all kinds of names, from system to grandpa, from cheat to golden finger, but none of them drew the slightest response.

Just as he began pleading with names like Mom, Dad, and older brother and sister, he finally got a response. But the voice answering him came from a distance.

A white-haired man, also dressed in a kimono, walked over. At a glance, the young man realized he had probably transmigrated to another world. Otherwise, how could a middle-aged man with a head of white hair avoid being beaten to death as a monster in ancient times?

It's a shame I don't know where I've transmigrated to.

While the young man was still pondering, the man came up to him and said, "Xin, wait here for your older cousin. Don't fall asleep. Once she gets here, bring her home quickly, got it?"

With that, he hurried off, seemingly to prepare something.

The young man gave a casual reply, then resigned himself to leaning back against the tree trunk. With no one around, he closed his eyes and began the standard transmigration procedure: sorting through his memories.

He searched his mind for the memories left by the original owner of this body while analyzing his situation like a detective.

"Is this the ancient world or some otherworldly continent? Give me something to go on, at least! How am I supposed to get started otherwise?!"

"Clippity-clop, clippity-clop!!"

Before he could make heads or tails of anything, the rapid sound of hoofbeats drifted faintly from the distance.

The young man opened his eyes. Through a rolling cloud of dust, he saw a swordswoman in a conical hat, a long and a short sword at her waist, spurring her horse toward him.

"Neigh!" The horse stopped abruptly before him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

As the dust gradually settled, the young man coughed hard several times and took a closer look. Beneath the conical hat was a face that seemed strangely familiar. Her white hair was tied back, giving her an exceptionally capable appearance.

"Hey, you must be Xin, right? You've grown so much." The woman raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Hearing the name "Xin" again, he realized this must be the "older cousin" his new father had said was coming to stay.

So, following his new father's instructions, he obediently led the way and brought his cousin home.

As soon as they entered, the enticing aroma of food greeted them. His new parents clearly placed great importance on this relative who had come from afar. They had already prepared a lavish dinner, the likes of which he rarely saw in his memories.

But the conversation over dinner left the young man utterly bewildered.

As they ate, his new father and his white-haired cousin chatted calmly about things like "that family's swordsmanship has too many openings" and "which mountain that band of bandits has been causing trouble on lately."

He kept his head down and dug into his food, completely lost as he listened. He couldn't help muttering to himself, Do people these days talk about such dangerous things even when they're visiting relatives?

Just then, the woman suddenly slapped the table and set down her bowl. She turned, fixed her sharp eyes on the young man, and asked:

"Xin, do you want to learn swordsmanship from me?"

At the word "swordsmanship," the young man's eyes lit up! Even without a cheat system, learning a real skill to protect himself would be great!

He didn't hesitate another moment and nodded vigorously.

"I do!"

Seeing this, the woman smiled in approval. "Good. I don't have much time, so I won't be staying here long. How much you learn will depend entirely on your own ability."

After that dinner, the sound of wooden swords cutting through the air often rang out in the small courtyard.

Perhaps this body had some remarkable martial talent in its blood, or perhaps it was because he had lived two lives and had mental strength far beyond that of ordinary people. Whatever the reason, he could copy seventy or eighty percent of the woman's movements after seeing them only once.

The white-haired woman watched the young man learn at astonishing speed, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

But she said little, merely speeding up her lessons. Over the following days, she poured the entire essence of her swordsmanship into him.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of the fourth day, the white-haired woman packed her belongings and prepared to leave. Before departing, she slapped a thick book into the young man's arms and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Xin, even I'm a little jealous of your talent. But swordsmanship isn't mastered in a day. Still, I believe that if you keep training hard according to this book, one day you'll reach what's called the 'The Garden of Sinners.'"

With that, the woman mounted her horse and rode off in a cloud of dust, accompanied by the crisp sound of hoofbeats.

Xin stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning. His brain raced as he caught the familiar phrase she had left him with.

"The Garden of Sinners?! And that face..."

Startled, Xin flipped open the book in his arms and turned straight to the last page, his hands trembling.

Sure enough, there at the end he saw a familiar name, one that was famous even in modern times:

—Shinmen Musashi-no-Kami Fujiwara Genshin!

"Th-this isn't that big dummy Musashi-chan, is it?! Then what I've been learning these past few days... wasn't it the legendary Niten Ichi-ryū?!"

The thought sent Xin into a frenzy of excitement. Since he didn't have the golden fingers his predecessors had, this divine skill belonging to Miyamoto Musashi was enough to help him accomplish something. Besides, this was a place with a Throne of Heroes!

From that day on, Xin shut himself away to train, swinging his sword thousands of times each day.

He was determined to catch up to his older cousin. Of course, if he could become a Heroic Spirit himself, that would be even better. But reality was often far crueler than novels and games.

One night, half a year later, a band of mountain bandits descended on the village without warning. Screams and towering flames swallowed everything in an instant.

At first, Xin was full of confidence, a fearless young novice who believed that with his extraordinary skills, he could perform an unparalleled feat.

He grabbed the sword his cousin had left him and charged, already thinking of the bandits as low-level monsters from the "starter village" sent to give him experience.

But the moment their blades clashed, he realized there was a problem.