Crossing Over, the Predestined Bleach Timeline

"Alright, let's go, Tōsen, Gin."

Aizen reached out his hand towards the thin membrane of the world.

"Yes, Captain Aizen."

Kaname Tōsen closely behind.

That's a parallel world to this one. What exactly is Aizen planning?

Although he didn't know for sure, Gin Ichimaru's instincts told him that Aizen was doing something that could turn the whole world upside down.

'Rangiku'

He silently made a mental vow, and his eyes hardened once more.

"Rukia, do you have any family?"

Dōsan, Renji, and a bewildered Rukia left the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.

"Relatives? I don't remember. I don't think I have any relatives."

Rukia quite flustered. Although Dōsan Hanyū had already introduced his general identity, Renji and Rukia's understanding was difficult to comprehend.

'Rukia Kuchiki.'

This is Chen Hao, one of the two names I remember from a strange memory.

"So, does the name Ichigo Kurosaki bell?"

Rukia shook her head blankly. "I don't know her at all."

"I understand, come with me."

Renji and Rukia exchanged glances. Dōsan had been behaving very gently and harmlessly lately, which had made them lower their guard a little.

Under Dōsan's protection, they adapted to Dōsan speed and arrived at the border of Seireitei in the blink of an eye.

Three people fell down.

"Is this the Hakutōmon?" Rukia, puzzled.

"Mr. Hanyū, let's leave. The gatekeeper here Jidanbō, has a terrible temper." Renji seemed to have thought of something, and his face darkened.

"That's right." A giant figure descended from the sky, landing on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. "Since you know the name of my Jidanbō, why aren't you leaving? You red-haired brat, it's you again!"

Jidanbō clearly recognized Renji, and Renji looked somewhat awkwardly at Dōsan beside him, hoping that his idol wouldn't notice anything amiss.

Following Renji's gaze, Jidanbō looked at Dōsan, beads of sweat dripping down his face, his eyes wide open, his gaze almost bursting with rage.

"You are, you are..."

"Jidanbō, may I leave? Time is of the essence, and I don't have a pass." After thinking for a moment, Dōsan conjured an image beside him, which appeared to be a quiet room. Dōsan then took a piece of paper from the table in the room and wrote three large characters with a pen.

"Pass"

"Is this alright, Jidanbō?"

"Yes, yes, it's easy for you." Jidanbō directly carried Hakutōmon on his back.

Dōsan led Abarai and Rukia to his childhood friend, Tōshirō Hitsugaya.

Compared to the tense and mournful Seireitei, the Rukongai remained calm and harmonious.

"That really hasn't changed, Shiro-chan."

Dōsan was a little surprised. Normally, a soul in its infancy would undergo a significant change in height over ten years, so why was it still so short?

Hitsugaya was eating watermelon when he saw Dōsan, and the watermelon seeds in his mouth made a "poof poof poof" sound like a machine gun.

"Are you Dōsan?"

Even with the familiar white eyebrows, and despite the significant changes in Dōsan's appearance, especially his height, Hitsugaya recognized him at a glance.

"I heard you became Soul Reaper." Hitsugaya was overjoyed and felt a surge of warmth upon seeing his long-lost friend again.

Dōsan nodded. "There's no time for further explanation. I've come to seek your help."

"My help?"

Hitsugaya was completely bewildered before being dragged away by Dōsan.

"If it were the three of you, I should be able to trace the origin of the event using cause and effect."

Through the reversal of cause and effect, Dōsan gained some understanding.

"This is it!"

Dōsan grabbed the three of them, providing them with protection, then went to the membrane, and led them across with one foot.

Here it is?

Once again, Dōsan regained his senses and looked around.

Skyscrapers are everywhere, and the streets are bustling with traffic. It's completely different from the world Dōsan remembers.

From the perspective of Reishi composition, is this the World of the Living?

Where are Hitsugaya and the other two?

Dōsan sensed his surroundings.

"Beep beep!"

A series of urgent horn blared, and a four-wheeled mechanical vehicle hurtled towards Dōsan. Dōsan dodged it and fell to the side of the road.

"Are you blind?!" the driver cursed, but didn't stop.

Can he see me?

This is clearly just an ordinary person.

Besides.

Dōsan's eyes showed a slight look of surprise; he could no longer sense his own Spiritual Pressure.

The first time, this spirit was not an ordinary spirit, but it was not entirely a human body either.

What's wrong with me?

Also, where did Hitsugaya and the other two go?

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Dōsan sat on the ground, a fair hand reached out. It belonged to a high school girl with long orange hair and a radiant smile.

"Hello, my name is Orihime Inoue."

This is bad, this is really bad!

Hitsugaya awoke again, he found himself in a place with an exceptionally high concentration of spiritual energy. Looking out the window, he realized it was the Seireitei).

Why am I wearing a haori (traditional Japanese garment)?

"Captain... wouldn't you just help them with the mission?"

Hitsugaya looked at the mountain of documents in front of him, and at the busty beauty beside him, and swallowed hard.

"I'm saying, Lord Soul Reaper, you've mistaken me for someone else, do you believe me?"

"Huh?" Rangiku confirmed, then spoke again, "Captain, even if you don't want to work, you can't pretend you don't know me!"