Chapter 371 - My SI Stash #71 - An Arcanist in Karakura Town by Vagabond (Bleach) (1/2)

-Ay not even a chapter in and our MC has already l_e_w_ded Ichigo's girl/ Understandable, would've done the same in his position!

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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/an-arcanist-in-karakura-town.12320/ (Vagabond)

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Chapter 1

-VB-

”There are many jobs one can get in a city like this place,” my self-appointed guardian lectured again. ”And for someone as especially as talented as you, you should be striving for the best that you can be, not what is the easiest or the most convenient!”

I picked my ear while leveling an indifferent and annoyed stare at the long black haired and tall man. ”And I'm telling you, I don't care about stuff like that,” I groused unhappily. ”Life isn't about just becoming the best that you can be. That kind of satisfaction only really satisfies certain people like you, Mr. I-United-A-Continent.”

The man flipped out a fan and scoffed. ”As great as you will be under my guidance, I have my doubts about your future once I leave you.”

”Is that your way of politely telling me that I'm a f_u_c_k_i_n_g idiot?”

”Rude language is the first thing we shall work on.”

Tap!

”Ow-! Hey!”

”There is no place for crass language on the lips and in the mind of my disciple.”

”I never gave me a choice in the matte-”

Tap!

”OW! Will you stop that?!”

”Not until you behave.”

It must have made a funny scene for onlookers. A Yankee like myself was getting scolded by a more traditional Asian man, especially since we were in the middle of Akihabara.

But then again, this was Akihabara, one of the most foreign tourist attracting sites. Perhaps it wasn't as weird or funny as it would have been had we been elsewhere in Japan.

Japan.

I hadn't wanted to come here. Oh no no. Japan was a xenophobic nation with a history of xenophobia and isolationism. Its politicians laughed at the idea of taking in foreign workers even as their working population grew progressively older. It was a backward nation whose people were just begging for a change (a change they could never adapt to if the statistics on how many Japanese return to Japan after attempting immigrantion).

There was a reason why the manga industry pushed ever greater heights of anything fantastical, debaucherous, l_e_w_d, and extreme; these people wanted an out but found none except those in their minds.

There were worse places for an American teenager to be (Afghanistan comes to mind), but it wasn't an easy place either, especially when I was a blonde haired and blue eyed ”exemplar” of what a foreigner was to the Japanese.

… I supposed that I've done enough slandering of the very nation I was to now live in.

Now some good things: low crime rate, shit ton of entertainment, lots of mountain getaway spots, good fish and fishing, and general non-violence of its a_d_u_l_t population.

Whatever.

”-irection are we supposed to go towards to take this train to your new hometown?”

Grumbling, I pulled up my phone. Few thumb swipes later, I had the information. ”We have to take the Chuo line,” I replied with a drawl. ”Hopefully, we can get ourselves a warehouse.”

”A warehouse is no proper location for a young man to live in,” my guardian ”Hide” tutted. ”You may buy one for your workshop, but I will not allow you to live in it.”

I glared at him. ”So you want me to spend more money - money that we are tight on - to get us two different places? Cuz there is no way that I am going to do that.”

Hide, which was the short version of his alias Hidemasa, pushed me along towards the train station. ”It is not about what is easy but what is proper, Alan,” he countered. ”You can always use your other jobs to keep yourself up.”

I grumbled. ”I don't want to spend time using that to make money. I'm here for a goddamn adventure, Hide.”

”And adventure you will get just as my generals did upon the battlefields,” he parried. ”But all things require preparation, and you are nowhere near ready for an adventure.”

First off, this wasn't my Earth. I wasn't born anywhere on this Earth, but rather dropped here by a … Random Omnipotent Being.

The assface didn't even converse with me. Just looked at me, told me that I was a charity case for his tax evasion scheme (since when did gods pay taxes?), and told me to shoo, giving me exactly one minute to make my choices for a Worm CYOA.

The bastard didn't even drop me off on the proper planet. Hell, I don't even know what planet I was on because there was no outward difference between this Earth and my Earth, having been dropped in Hokkaido of all places. If it wasn't for Mr. and Mrs. Otoyashi, I might have been exiled once found by the police.

Anyways, I ended up doing a bit of research, cross-referencing all sorts of information I had with this Earth's internet until I found the name of the city that I was now going to live in.

Karakura Town.

The city of the fictional series Bleach.

I reiterate: the tax-evading ROB couldn't even drop me off on the proper planet. I came prepared for Worm but got dropped into a world with a much higher average power level.

God, my life s_u_c_k_e_d.

Or did it?

In a way, I've won the lottery of lotteries and have become the wet dream of all daydreamers: a superhuman. On top of being a magic-wielding arcanist, I also possessed the ability to make fantastical tools and weapons beyond the current limits of human civilization!

Oh and two other random powers.

That said, I was essentially homeless with my identity as an emancipated foreign teenager being fresher than most babies. It was rather lucky of us to run into a family well-versed in the affairs of fake identification (a service they provided me in exchange for me and Hide's help in one of their problems).

So there, I had some disadvantages, some advantages, and some irrelevant things going on in my life.

None of that mattered to me.

I was going to enjoy this life in ways I couldn't have before.

But to do that, I needed a warehouse. I can't go practicing magic in a house surrounded by other houses with normal Japanese neighbors. No, that would make any kind of magical experimentation hard to perform. A warehouse provided everything I needed.

And my stubborn guardian refused to let me just live in it.

We argued like that constantly as we found the train station, got on the train, and left the train.

”Fine,” Hide gave up with a throw of his arms into the air. ”But in exchange, I will have you promise me that you will not dilly dally in your magecraft studies.”

”Arcane magic, Hide,” I countered. ”I don't use the magecraft system that you're familiar with.”

”Does it matter what it is? You know what I ask of you.”

”... Yeah. You don't want me to waste my life being a middling or average person.”

”Because you are -”

”-more than that.”

”Yes.”