Bleach: I Have No Talent

The air was thick with anticipation as Shiro walked alongside the 4-tailed Kitsune through the dense, misty forest. The ground beneath their feet was soft, carpeted by thick moss that whispered beneath their steps. The kitsune's silvery fur gleamed in the dim light filtering through the trees, its piercing yellow eyes ever-watchful. Its elegant form stood out against the shadowy wilderness, with four tails swaying gracefully behind it.

The 4-tailed kitsune's fur was soft and pristine, a silvery white that shimmered in the low light, with sharp amber eyes that seemed to peer through the very fabric of Shiro's thoughts. As they walked, it spoke to him in a calm, measured tone, introducing itself as Korin, its voice a harmonious blend of mystery and authority. Its tails brushed the ground with each step, leaving a faint trail of ethereal energy in their wake.

Along their path, Shiro observed the other kitsune inhabitants of this strange realm. Their forms were an intricate mix of ethereal beauty and primal power. The kitsune varied in appearance—some were cloaked in shadows, their fur dark and swirling like midnight mist, while others had vibrant hues of gold, silver, and crimson, their eyes glowing with ancient wisdom. Their beauty was almost otherworldly, as if they were embodiments of the elements themselves, graceful but deadly. Some were large, their claws like silver daggers, others were smaller, darting around in flashes of light as if they could disappear at a moment's notice.

Shiro admired their elegance but remained cautious, knowing full well that these creatures, though beautiful, were formidable and could turn deadly with the flick of a tail.

When they finally arrived at the heart of the forest, a massive temple loomed before them, carved into the side of a mountain, its structure both ancient and grand. The stone was smooth, worn by centuries of weather, yet its presence was undiminished. The doors themselves were towering, etched with symbols Shiro didn't recognize.

Korin, standing in front of the entrance, placed her paw gently upon the door, which opened without sound. She turned to Shiro.

"I must leave you here. The clan leader is expecting you," she said with an air of finality, her voice low and controlled. "Enter alone."

Shiro nodded, not a hint of hesitation on his face, and stepped into the temple.

The interior was shrouded in darkness, but as Shiro moved further into the heart of the temple, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The walls, adorned with intricate scrolls depicting ancient battles and mythical beasts, slowly came to life. Torches along the walls ignited in blue flames, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the vast space around him.

As Shiro walked deeper into the temple, the silence was broken only by the distant sound of his own steps echoing off the stone. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of history. His eyes caught sight of a large, regal scroll hanging on the wall, adorned with the image of a giant fox, an ethereal figure standing in the center, surrounded by swirling patterns and symbols. Beneath the image, the name Inari Ōkami was inscribed.

Then, out of nowhere, a voice spoke behind him, cold and commanding.

"Do you admire the history of our clan?"

Shiro didn't flinch. He turned around to face the source of the voice.

A woman stood there, her presence overwhelming. She was undeniably beautiful—long, flowing blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her violet kimono wrapped around her body like a living shadow, the fabric shifting with each movement. Her eyes glimmered like stars, and her beauty was otherworldly, as if she was both human and something more. She looked serene but carried an undeniable power, the kind that could shatter mountains with a thought.

Despite her beauty, Shiro was cautious, sensing something far deeper beneath her calm demeanor.

"For all I know," Shiro said, his voice steady, "I'm going to guess you're probably the clan leader?"

The woman's lips curled into a soft smile, and she let out a soft, melodic laugh.

"Aren't you a clever little man?" she purred, her voice smooth like honey. Without another word, she gracefully lowered herself into a chair that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. The motion was effortless, and a chair appeared beside her, an invitation for Shiro to join.

Shiro, ever observant, took the seat without hesitation. He had no time for pleasantries.

"So, will I be allowed to sign a summoning contract with you?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.

But the woman ignored his question entirely, her gaze never leaving him as she spoke.

"You know," she began, her voice low and almost hypnotic, "I created the illusion of the forest myself. It serves as both a test and a defense."

Shiro's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing.

"One of my servants already told me your name," she continued, her voice soft but heavy with meaning. "Shiro Uchiha. So, I'm asking…"

Her words were interrupted by a subtle shift in the air—a pressure, heavy and oppressive, that seemed to surround him. It was an aura of immense power, the kind that could crush someone who wasn't prepared.

Unfazed, Shiro activated his Sharingan, his red eyes blazing to life. The air around him seemed to pulse with power, but he stood firm, the pressure having no effect on him.

"As you can see, I'm an Uchiha," Shiro said, his tone calm and collected.

The woman's eyes widened ever so slightly, but she only smiled, leaning forward with an almost predatory grace, her kimono shifting to reveal a hint of her figure.

"You know," she mused, her smile widening, "the last time we had a summoner was five hundred years ago. His name was Akihiko Uchiha…"

Shiro raised an eyebrow, sensing the weight of her words.

"So, what does that mean? Can I be a summoner or not?" he asked, pushing for a direct answer.

The woman's eyes glinted, a shadow passing over her features.

"Not so fast, Uchiha," she said, her tone now more serious. "You'll take the tests first. You'll stand against Akira, a five-tailed kitsune."

Shiro's eyes gleamed with determination. He had expected this and was more than ready for the challenge.

"How should I call you?" Shiro asked, his voice steady.

The woman's lips curled into a faint smile, her gaze unyielding.

"Call me Kazehime" she said softly.

System Update [75%]

Progress: 25.31%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 48

Endurance: 50

Speed: 47

Reiatsu Control: 49

Intelligence: 48

Battle Instinct: 50

[Abilities]

Sharingan (3nd Tomoe):

Enhanced tracking of fast movements, with greater accuracy.

Can cast basic genjutsu, manipulating the opponent's perception.

Can copy techniques such as Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Kidō with near-perfect accuracy, adapting them for personal use.

Hollow Detection: Sense the presence of

Hollows.

[Techniques Unlocked]

Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu

Shunpo

Byakurai

Shō

Reiatsu Strengthening

Moeru Danmaku

Water Style: Water Shark Bullet

Kaidō

Shadow Clone Jutsu

Bakudō: Sai

Bakudō: Hainawa

Wind Style: Gale Palm

Earth Style: Mud Wall

Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning

Summoning Jutsu to random animal

Lightning Style: Chidori

Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 65%