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Synopsis:
After his climactic battle against Lucifero, Asta’s soul is unexpectedly pulled into the cycle of reincarnation. Instead of returning to the Clover Kingdom, he awakens in the world of Bleach—specifically, in the Rukongai district of Soul Society. Struggling to adapt to this new existence without his grimoire, Asta soon discovers that his anti-magic abilities have been replaced with something even more formidable: an Anti-Spiritual Pressure Zanpakutō. As he trains to become a Soul Reaper, Asta’s boundless determination and refusal to give up attract the attention of key figures, from captains of the Gotei 13 to the lurking forces of Hueco Mundo.

However, as Asta’s memories of his past life return, he begins to uncover a deeper connection between the demon magic of his old world and the forbidden powers hidden within Soul Society. Will he carve his own path in this new world, or will fate once again thrust him into a battle far beyond his control?

Black Rebirth – Asta’s Journey in Soul Society

Asta stood firm, his fist clenched as the cool breeze swept across the training grounds. He had never let limitations define him before, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

Kaien approached, arms crossed. "You're taking this pretty well."

Asta turned, grinning. "Of course! This just means I have to find a sword that fits me, right?"

Kaien sighed. "That's one way to look at it… but it's not going to be easy."

Instructor Daichi stepped forward. "If you're serious about this, then I suggest you start preparing immediately. The path you're about to walk is one that few dare to tread."

Asta's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Bring it on! What do I have to do?"

Daichi studied him for a moment before speaking. "There is a place deep within the Seireitei known as the Nameless Forge—a place where discarded, forgotten, or rejected Zanpakutō are stored."

Kaien's eyes widened. "Wait, I've heard about that place. The swords there are… different, aren't they?"

Daichi nodded. "Some were created but never found a wielder. Others… refused their chosen Soul Reaper. If no Asauchi will accept you, then perhaps there is a blade in that forge that will."

Asta's grin widened. "So I just have to go there and pick one, right?"

Daichi sighed. "It's not that simple. The forge is heavily restricted. Only those deemed worthy by the higher-ups can enter."

Asta crossed his arms. "Alright, so how do I prove I'm worthy?"

Daichi smirked slightly. "By completing a set of trials designed to test not just your strength, but your resolve, spirit, and understanding of what it means to wield a Zanpakutō."

Asta's grin didn't waver. "Sounds perfect! When do we start?"

Daichi shook his head, amused by Asta's boundless enthusiasm. "Tomorrow. Get some rest—you'll need it."

Asta pumped his fists. "Alright! Time to get stronger!"

Kaien sighed, shaking his head. "You really don't know how to relax, do you?"

As the sun began to set over the Seireitei, Asta remained on the training grounds, staring up at the sky.

A sword that chooses its wielder, huh?

Well, if there was a blade out there waiting for him…

Chapter 8: A Path Only I Can Walk