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Bleach Broadcast : Ichigo Has Four Dads?!

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The fanfiction centers on Senyu, who becomes a "projection editor" showing famous Bleach scenes to characters before they happen. The story reveals Ichigo's "four fathers" (Isshin, Aizen, Yhwach, and Urahara) and their reactions to future events. Honest Review This fanfiction is essentially a very long reaction video in text form. If you enjoy seeing Bleach characters react to their future scenes with occasional humor, you might find some entertainment value. However, if you're looking for actual story progression, character development, or original plot advancement, this is not for you. I still like it since its been a while since i read Bleach, and the reaction of is a good read... Will see traffic on Patreon and Webnovel, before decided to continue but i will try to do atleast 300 is chapter to see the story progess... This is a translation and edit of Raw 死神名场面:开局曝光一护4个爹 Famous scene from Bleach: Ichigo's 4 fathers revealed at the beginning Support me and gain early access with 60 + chapter available on [email protected]/goldengaruda
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Three Realms Projection Arrives! Chaos Across All Worlds!

Soul Society - Fourth Division Barracks

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the Fourth Division's medical ward, casting gentle shadows across the treatment rooms where Senyu worked his healing arts. As the Third Seat of the Fourth Division, he moved with practiced efficiency between his patients—a collection of battered Shinigami who had just returned from a harrowing mission in the Human World.

Rukia Kuchiki sat on one of the treatment beds, her left shoulder wrapped in bandages that glowed faintly with healing kidō energy. Nearby, Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro maintained his usual stoic expression despite the visible cuts across his arms, while Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto dramatically recounted their battle for anyone who would listen. Renji Abarai, sporting a particularly nasty gash across his forehead, kept stealing glances at Rukia when he thought no one was looking.

They had all just returned from their encounter with Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and his fellow Arrancar—Aizen's grotesque creations born from the Hōgyoku's power. Though they had emerged victorious, victory had come at a cost, and each bore the wounds to prove it.

"There we go," Senyu said softly, his hands glowing with warm green light as he finished healing the last of Rukia's injuries. "Your spiritual pressure should be back to normal within the hour."

Rukia flexed her shoulder experimentally, her eyes widening in amazement. "Senyu, your kidō is absolutely incredible! Not only did my injuries heal completely, but I feel more energized than I have in weeks!"

Rangiku nodded enthusiastically, bouncing slightly on her treatment bed. "Seriously, you're wasted as a Third Seat! With skills like yours, you could easily become a lieutenant, maybe even a captain someday!"

From his corner, Renji felt his jaw clench involuntarily. Throughout the Gotei 13, Senyu had built quite the reputation—and not just for his medical abilities. Despite his relatively young age and admittedly average combat skills, his combination of striking good looks, gentle personality, and once-in-a-millennium healing talent had made him incredibly popular, especially among the female members of the various divisions.

After any major battle, injured Shinigami would specifically request treatment from "that handsome, caring doctor with the miracle hands." It was enough to make any red-haired lieutenant feel a bit inadequate.

If given enough time to develop, Senyu's kidō abilities would likely surpass even Captain Unohana Retsu herself—perhaps even rivaling Tenjirō Kirinji of Royal Guard. The potential was genuinely staggering.

Senyu simply smiled modestly at the praise, having long grown accustomed to such compliments. However, beneath his calm exterior, a deep sense of unease gnawed at him.

He knew exactly where they were in the timeline now. The main story had officially begun.

Soul Society was a powder keg waiting to explode. Aizen had already obtained the Hōgyoku and was slowly implementing his master plan. Soon, he would complete his fusion with the mystical orb, and the Battle of Karakura Town would commence—a conflict that would shake the very foundations of all three worlds.

But Senyu wasn't particularly worried about Aizen's immediate plans. According to Captain-Commander Yamamoto's strict regulations, the Fourth Division served as a medical support unit and would remain far from the front lines. Unlike Captain Unohana, whose terrifying combat abilities lurked beneath her nurturing exterior, Senyu was content to focus on treating the wounded while letting protagonists like Kurosaki Ichigo handle the universe-threatening villains.

No, what truly kept Senyu awake at night was what would come after—the Thousand-Year Blood War.

When the Wandenreich finally launched their assault, even the strongest Shinigami would fall. Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, the man who had protected Soul Society for over a thousand years, would die in battle. Captain Unohana would sacrifice herself to awaken Zaraki Kenpachi's true potential. In a war of that magnitude, there were no guarantees of survival, regardless of one's role or division.

Senyu had been constantly strategizing, training in secret, and analyzing every possible scenario to improve his chances of surviving the coming apocalypse. But no matter how he looked at it, the odds were—

BZZZZT!!!

Suddenly, countless pillars of brilliant golden light erupted from the heavens, flooding the entire Fourth Division barracks with radiant energy. The light was both mysterious and ancient, carrying with it an overwhelming sense of power that made even seasoned Shinigami take an involuntary step back.

The golden illumination expanded outward without limit, and from within its depths, a massive ethereal screen began to materialize in the air above them.

Rukia gasped, her hand instinctively moving to her zanpakutō. "What is that thing?!"

Rangiku jumped to her feet, her earlier cheerfulness replaced by battle-ready alertness. "Is Soul Society under attack?!"

After the initial shock wore off, Renji and the others immediately released their spiritual pressure and shifted into combat stances, prepared for whatever threat might emerge.

Throughout Soul Society

The mysterious golden phenomenon wasn't limited to the Fourth Division. Across every district, from the noble Seireitei to the roughest areas of Rukongai, every Shinigami found themselves staring up at the impossible sight.

Veteran captains who had lived for centuries felt their spiritual pressure spike involuntarily. Whatever power was responsible for this display was unlike anything they had ever encountered.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stood atop the First Division barracks, his ancient eyes narrowing as he studied the golden screen. His weathered hand rested on the hilt of Ryūjin Jakka, ready to unleash his flames at a moment's notice.

"Such overwhelming spiritual pressure," he murmured to himself. "Apart from Aizen or that Quincy from a thousand years ago, who else could possess power of this magnitude?"

Around him, other captains began to appear—Byakuya Kuchiki materialized in a flurry of cherry blossom petals, while Mayuri Kurotsuchi emerged from the shadows with unconcealed scientific curiosity gleaming in his golden eyes.

The tension in the air was palpable. Every instinct honed through centuries of battle told them that they were witnessing something unprecedented—and potentially catastrophic.

Hueco Mundo - Las Noches

Within the pristine white walls of his fortress, Sōsuke Aizen sat upon his throne, the Hōgyoku pulsing softly within his chest. His typically serene expression showed the faintest hint of intrigue as he observed the golden screen that had appeared even in this desolate realm.

"How fascinating," he mused, his voice carrying its usual calm confidence. "Gin, Tōsen... I trust you can see this phenomenon as well?"

Ichimaru Gin's perpetual smile widened slightly. "Oh yes, Captain Aizen. It's quite the spectacular light show, don't you think?"

Kaname Tōsen nodded gravely, his sightless eyes somehow still perceiving the radiant display. "Despite my blindness, I can clearly sense these images. Such power... could it perhaps belong to the Soul King himself?"

From his position lounging against a pillar, Coyote Starrk—the Primera Espada—let out a lazy yawn. "Think the Shinigami are finally making their move against us?"

Aizen chuckled softly, completely unperturbed. "I detect no spiritual pressure typical of the Soul Reapers. There's no cause for concern—we face no true opposition at this moment. What reason do I have to fear a mere projection?"

After all, if Aizen was bold enough to challenge the Soul King himself, why would he be intimidated by what appeared to be nothing more than an elaborate illusion? Whatever this was, it seemed to lack any genuine threatening presence—simply an objective phenomenon without hostile intent.

Wandenreich - The Invisible Empire

Hidden within the shadows beneath Soul Society, in a realm of ice and snow that had remained concealed for a thousand years, the Quincy Empire stirred.

Throughout the crystalline halls of their fortress, countless Sternritter in their distinctive white hooded cloaks observed the golden screen with varying degrees of suspicion and interest.

Jugram Haschwalth, the Emperor's right hand, stood before the massive throne where his sleeping majesty rested. Around him, several high-ranking Quincy had gathered: "C" Pernida Parnkgjas, "D" Askin Nakk Le Vaar, and others whose loyalty to their emperor was absolute.

"What are your thoughts on this 'Three Realms Projection'?" Haschwalth asked, his voice carrying the authority of one who spoke for their slumbering king. "Could this be the work of Soul Society or perhaps Aizen's doing?"

Pernida's multiple eyes blinked in sequence as it considered the question. "The traitor Aizen did steal that Hōgyoku device and flee to Hueco Mundo. It's possible he's responsible for this... display."

"M" Gerard Valkyrie scoffed dismissively. "Even if it is Aizen's work, what concern is that to us? He's still just a Soul Reaper playing with powers beyond his understanding. He couldn't hope to match His Majesty's strength—hell, he probably couldn't even defeat me! Besides, this appears to be nothing more than an elaborate light show."

Askin nodded in agreement, his usual laid-back demeanor intact. "According to our intelligence network, Soul Society seems just as surprised by this development as we are. Most likely, the Shinigami aren't behind this either. I say we sit back and enjoy whatever show is about to begin."

Haschwalth remained silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ethereal screen. "His Majesty continues to slumber, recovering his strength for the battles to come. We must not allow anything to disturb his rest. Continue monitoring this phenomenon, but remain alert—we cannot afford to let our guard down, regardless of how harmless this may appear."

Karakura Town - The Human World

Even in the world of the living, the mysterious projection made its presence known, though on a more limited scale than in the spiritual realms.

Those with significant spiritual awareness—Ichigo Kurosaki, Yasutora Sado, Orihime Inoue, Uryū Ishida, and others—suddenly found golden light flooding their vision as ethereal screens materialized before them.

Ichigo, who had been walking home from school, stopped dead in his tracks as the projection appeared in his mind. "What the hell is this thing?!" he shouted, causing several passing civilians to give him worried looks.

Orihime, in the middle of preparing an experimental meal that defied several laws of physics and good taste, dropped her cooking utensils in amazement. "Oh my! It's so pretty and mysterious!"

Uryū adjusted his glasses, his analytical mind already working to understand what he was seeing. "Some form of spiritual phenomenon... but the mechanics behind it are completely unfamiliar."

Chad simply observed in his characteristic silence, though his expression showed he was taking this development very seriously indeed.

While countless powerful beings across the three realms reacted with shock, confusion, and battle-ready tension, only one individual remained completely calm in the face of this unprecedented event.

Senyu stood motionless in the Fourth Division barracks, his colleagues still in defensive positions around him, but his mind was focused on something entirely different—a voice that only he could hear.

[Congratulations on becoming the host of the Three Realms Projection System!]

[This broadcast system, known as the Three Realms Projection, contains various recordings created by the will of the world itself. As the host, you have the ability to share these videos across all three realms!]

[By playing videos and harvesting the emotional energy generated by your audience, you can earn exclusive rewards and abilities through multiple enhancement pathways!]

[The Three Realms Projection System includes the following functions: Video Playback, Cross-Dimensional Group Chat, Interactive Questioning, Reward Distribution, and Real-Time Commentary Display from viewers across all worlds...]

A slow smile spread across Senyu's face as the implications became clear. This wasn't just some random supernatural phenomenon—this was his golden ticket to survival, power, and perhaps even the ability to change the course of the devastating wars to come.

The age of passive observation was over. It was time to shake up the Bleach universe in ways that even Aizen could never have imagined.

"Well then," Senyu murmured quietly to himself, his voice barely audible over the concerned chatter of his colleagues, "let's see what kind of chaos we can create."