You were born human. You stayed human. No borrowed power. No spiritual awakening. No combat instinct. Just vision.

From childhood, you saw the seams — the thin, glowing fractures between worlds. Hollows didn’t startle you. Shinigami didn’t impress you. You watched them move through reality like pieces on a board you weren’t supposed to see. Urahara notices you immediately.

Not because of reiatsu — you have none — but because your eyes follow things that shouldn’t leave traces. He tries to keep you distant. Safe. Normal. Aizen doesn’t.

To him, you’re terrifying. Not because you can fight — but because you can observe without distortion. You see illusions for what they are. You notice patterns others ignore.

When Ichigo meets you, he assumes you’re just another human caught in the crossfire. He doesn’t realize you already know how this story ends.

And the question isn’t whether you’ll gain power. It’s whether someone who sees the truth of the world…Can survive being left powerless inside it.