Shinigami I Am Uchiha Madara

Stepping out of the door of the house, Uchiha Madara looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

Defeating the assessment instructor did not cause any fluctuations in his heart, because it was just a matter of course.

What Uchiha Madara is looking forward to more is the mysterious Gotei 13.

Gotei 13, originally founded by Yamamoto Genryūsai, is a group of killers who use the name of Gotei to kill.

Before that, it was the Zero Division that guarded Seireitei. Later, after the establishment of the Gotei 13th Division, it was handed over to the Gotei 13th Division to protect the safety of Seireitei.

Gotei 13 became the strongest force in the Soul Society after Team Zero lived in seclusion in the Soul Palace.

For every resident of Rukongai, it is a supreme honor to join Gotei 13 and become a Shinigami who guards the Jingling Temple!

More importantly, those who can become the captain of the thirteenth division are not ordinary people. Whether it is strength or talent, they are all at the top level.

Being able to come to such a place where strong people gather is the reason why Gotei 13 attracts Uchiha Madara.

As a man with blood flowing all over his body, Uchiha Madara has the word fighting engraved in his bones.

Not fighting for the sake of fighting, not fighting for the sake of killing, but for pursuit!

Fighting is to break through the prison of the mind, to break through the cage of rules, and to stand on the clouds!

"Gotei 13, captains, wait, hold on to your Zanpakutō and wait. I, Uchiha Madara, am about to overtake you..."

Uchiha Madara's resolute face raised an arc full of expectation, and he took steps, crossed the entire Zhenyangling Academy, and came to the entrance of the academy.

Walking out of the students, Uchiha Madara felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although Shino Spiritual Academy is generally regarded as "the cradle of Shinigami", it is nothing more than that in the eyes of Uchiha Madara.

The seemingly peaceful academy is actually no different from a greenhouse for cultivating flowers. And those students who still have immature faces are like flowers in a greenhouse, and they will not experience setbacks and wind and rain at all.

Even in the end, the flowers can thrive, but there is always a lack of perseverance. Once encountering an unprecedented storm, it is very likely to die prematurely.

People like this (ccef) are not worthy of being called strong at all!

Uchiha Madara walks alone on the empty road, looking back, his whole life has been spent in battle.

In that era when there was no country and ninja village, the best way to protect yourself was to fight.

Bathing in blood, stepping over countless corpses, witnessing too many joys and sorrows, witnessing too much blood and killing, Uchiha Madara's cold heart was forged.

The cruel tragedy is like layers of cocoons, unknowingly wrapping his "great love" heart, causing Uchiha Madara to give people the illusion of being thousands of miles away from others.

In fact, Uchiha Madara is not a cold and heartless person, but that kind of supercilious Haki is an innate temperament.

After being reborn, in the original Hueco Mundo, Uchiha Madara loathed the world for a time. Because Hueco Mundo's killing made him feel tired, and seeing too many killings made his heart numb again.

It wasn't until he came to Soul Society, until he met those two people, that Uchiha Madara had a glimmer of hope for this world.

Before you know it, Uchiha Madara returns to Rukongai again.

Looking at the familiar street and the bustling crowd, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. It has been a year since the last time I left.

If it were anyone else, once a noble Shinigami, most would not want to set foot on Rukongai again.

Because Rukongai is the representative of ordinary and poor. Most of the residents here are just ordinary souls, without even a trace of spiritual power.

No power, no status, no strength, can only live a dull life. Therefore, most of them choose to forget the past and look forward to a new future.

However, Uchiha Madara is different. Even though he is a rare genius who is admired by countless students, he still chooses to return to Rukongai.

Because here remains the first bond he established here.

Ichimaru Gin, Matsumoto Rangiku.

Crossing the long street, these two immature figures appeared in Uchiha Madara's mind.

That boy with a mysterious smile on his face all the time, that girl with a pure heart. 【

The heartwarming moment when the three shared dinner, the smiles of Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku, the awe-inspiring "Mr. Madara"

Everything seems to be vivid in my mind, not only has not been washed away by the long river of time, but has become deeply rooted.

"Mr. Madara, once you become a Shinigami, don't forget me and Gin..."

"We will definitely work hard to become an outstanding Shinigami and join Gotei 13. Please take care of Mr. Madara when the time comes"

Everything that happened in the past kept ringing in my ears, accompanied by complicated thoughts, and before I knew it, Madara came to that familiar street again.

Although this is the poorest place in Rukongai, in Uchiha Madara's view, it is also the place that is most worthy of his nostalgia.

Walking to the end of the street, the familiar small house finally appeared in Uchiha Madara's vision.

When he came to the gate, Uchiha Madara heard two childish voices coming from inside.

"Silver, in three months' time it will be the new recruiting session of Zhenyangling Academy, do you think we should sign up?

"Rangiku...don't think too much, you haven't learned how to take care of yourself let alone become a Shinigami."

"Well, I don't know what's going on with Mr. Madara. Hope he's doing well.

"Don't worry, Rangiku. I'm sure Mr. Madara will be successful."

squeak..

Suddenly, the door of the house was pushed open.

Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku turned around in panic, and when they saw the figure standing at the door, they froze for a moment.

After a year's absence, we finally meet again.

There was no sound at this moment, and even time seemed to have stood still.

The three gazes intertwined in mid-air, as if speechless.

"Silver, Rangiku..."

"Mr. Madara!".