ichigo and renji

ICHIGO CAN'T FIGHT A young street, orphan boy without a fighting spirit dreams of becoming a great fighter in Sakai Port Village, a little downtrodden port village in Japan. With the help of his mentors, Sosai and Master Haido, his friends, Teigen and Mizuke he goes on an epic journey across Japan to find his fighting spirit and his identity to achieve his dreams, scaling past Crime bosses, Street gangs and the mysterious gold tiger gang who plan on conquering Japan's criminal underworld. I am going to become the best fighter in Japan, with or without a fighting spirit, believe that! - Ichigo ICHIGO CAN'T FIGHT is hugely influenced by probably one of the most famous and successful anime series ever created that is NARUTO yet Ichigo sets itself quickly apart as a unique and interesting story of one's rise to power, I have had fun so far writing and editing and just enjoying the characters, I hope to introduce to you, the tumultuous and exhilarating street gangs, the games, the lives of the everyday Sakai residents.

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

La historia gira en torno a Ariana y Katyana donde ambas luego de años de estudios cumplen uno de sus sueños, pero en dicho giro del destino cada una conoce a alguien especial; Ariana conoce a Renji quien admira y quiere mucho y Katyana a Cesarc, donde estas grandes estrellas les demuestran que la vida no sólo es seguir una ruta y que el amor tiene muchos seguidores.

The story revolves around Ariana and Katyana where both of them, after years of studies, fulfill one of their dreams, but in that twist of fate each one knows someone special; Ariana meets Renji who admires and loves her very much and Katyana meets Cesarc, where these great stars show them that life is not just about following a path and that love has many followers.

Tai is a fifteen year old boy who leads a life’s of poverty his father had died due to natural cancer and his mother had struggled to get by. But one day Kai dies Due to unfortunate events but is then reincarnated as ichigo! Travel with tai on his adventures and see how he changes the story of bleach from the inside out!

A bleach fan died and got reincarnated with cheats

They erased the files. Buried the evidence. But forgot one thing: I’m still alive. Name’s Renji Kurogane. I used to be a detective. Then I got fired for writing a report so “disturbing” it triggered three resignations and a nervous breakdown. Now I’m bleeding out in the ruins of a temple no GPS recognizes, holding two cursed relics that hum when they’re hungry. The other three? In enemy hands. Of course. Apparently, these relics are keys. To a door. A big one. A door that absolutely should not be opened unless you're into pandemics caused by ideas. I have one job: Hide the truth so well, even I can’t find it again. Too bad I’m already remembering things I never learned. Too bad my dreams have subtitles now. Too bad the truth... might be alive. A cursed mystery. A forgotten academy. And a guy trying to outrun the history he helped erase. This isn't a hero's journey. It's a cover-up with body counts, relics that whisper, and a protagonist who drinks more caffeine than water. Welcome to the story time tried to burn. Too bad time has memory issues. Author’s Note: This story is 100% original and fully written and directed by me, the author. Yes, I use grammar tools and creative support when needed—because I like my commas functional and my metaphors coherent. But every piece of the plot, the characters, the structure, and the tone is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and just enough caffeine to hear relics whisper. No AI-generated chapters. No plagiarism. No machine-translated filler. Just imagination, mythology, memory loss… and me, trying to outwrite madness one page at a time.

Duke's Revenge sequence "And?" But customs changed. His people had little tolerance for sorcerers. They were natural enemies. It was defying all conventions. Violate ancient traditions. He was simply bewitched by her. "And since when do you care about traditions, my friend?" - You are mine. - Richard Morgan sighed contentedly, his hand smothering her face. - Only mine, my dear. Didn't think it was like that ...- The firm hands smoothed his belly. She was silent. A silence that seemed to last a damn eternity. He was the alpha of the pack and the girl a sorceress. Why the hell did he get the impression he could feel something else in her? She wasn't a wolf.

Gray war nur ein normaler Kerl. Keine Kräfte. Keine Familie. Keine Zukunft. In einer Welt, in der Stärke und Status alles entscheiden, stand er ganz unten. Er arbeitete hart, nur um zu überleben, und kümmerte sich um seine kleine Schwester, nachdem ihre Eltern nicht mehr da waren. Aber egal, wie sehr er sich bemühte, das Leben gab ihm nie eine Chance. Und nachdem er seinen einzigen Job verloren hatte, war Gray bereit, komplett aufzugeben. Dann geschah etwas Seltsames. Gerade als er seinem Leben ein Ende setzen wollte, hallte eine unbekannte Stimme in seinen Ohren wider. [Willkommen beim Großen Tycoon-System.] Und zum ersten Mal hatte Gray eine Möglichkeit, zurückzuschlagen. Von schwach und pleite wird er an die Spitze aufsteigen – eine Münze und einen Job nach dem anderen. Denn in der Welt, in der Geld Macht kaufen kann, wird Gray der reichste und stärkste Mann der Welt werden.

Als wiedergeborener Sohn des Herzogs in der Qi-Dynastie beherbergte Fang Wangs Geist einen Himmlischen Palast, in den sein Bewusstsein zur Kultivierung eintreten konnte. Er konnte jede Kultivierungstechnik oder geheime Kunst zur Perfektion üben und erst dann auftauchen, wenn sie wirklich perfekt war. Egal wie lange er im Himmlischen Palast verbrachte, in der Realität war es nur ein Augenblick. Im zarten Alter von sechzehn Jahren stolperte Fang Wang unbemerkt von allen anderen über das mythische Reich der Kampfkünste. Jedoch... Eines Tages hörte Fang Wang Gerüchte, dass Zhou Xue, die Pflegetochter seines Onkels, verrückt geworden sei und den Untergang des Fang-Haushalts prophezeie. Neugierig geworden, näherte sich Fang Wang heimlich Zhou Xues Zimmer und hörte sie vor sich hin murmeln: "Seufz, selbst als ehemalige himmlische Würdenträgerin bin ich machtlos, das Schicksal meiner Familie zu ändern. Spielt der Himmel Streiche mit mir... Wenn ich nur die Zeit um einen Monat zurückdrehen könnte..." Eine wiedergeborene himmlische Würdenträgerin? Fang Wangs Wahrnehmung zerbrach, eine Mischung aus Schock und Aufregung überkam ihn. Wer braucht schon Kampfkünste, wenn man zur Unsterblichkeit aufsteigen kann? Auf einer Reise durch weite Landschaften machte sich Fang Wang auf die Suche nach der einen himmlischen Kunst in der sterblichen Welt, die einen in einen unsterblichen Gott verwandeln konnte.