Welcome to the World of the Dead
Harry followed Ichigo through the quiet streets of Karakura Town, his mind still racing from what had just happened.
He had helped a soul pass on.
Without a spell, without a wand—just by willing it.
His magic had never worked like that before. It had always required an incantation, a movement, something tangible. But this? This had been different.
Ichigo walked ahead, hands stuffed into his pockets, his sword now slung across his back. “You keep making that face,” he muttered.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “What face?”
“The ‘what the hell is going on?’ face.”
Harry huffed. “Considering I just found out monsters exist, I think I’m allowed a few questions.”
Ichigo stopped in front of a small, quiet shop with a striped green-and-white awning. A faint buzzing filled the air, like there was something unseen crackling around the place.
Harry glanced at the sign above the door. Urahara Shoten.
Ichigo knocked once before pushing the door open. “Oi, old man, we’ve got a situation.”
The shop’s interior was dimly lit, shelves stacked high with various oddities—some of them giving off a faint, almost magical hum. It reminded Harry of Knockturn Alley, except… different.
A voice came from the back. “Ichigo! You always barge in so rudely. What if I were entertaining guests?”
A man stepped into view, fanning himself lazily. He wore a green bucket hat that cast a shadow over his sharp eyes, a loose yukata draped over his frame.
Ichigo ignored the comment and jerked a thumb toward Harry. “We’ve got a foreigner who can see spirits, fight Hollows, and somehow perform Konso without a Zanpakutō.”
The man—Urahara, Harry assumed—tilted his head, his smile widening ever so slightly. “Oh? That is interesting.”
Harry crossed his arms. “I take it you know what’s going on, then?”
Urahara studied him for a moment before chuckling. “Why don’t we sit down? I have a feeling you’re going to need a lot of answers.”
Harry exhaled. “Yeah,” he muttered. “That’d be nice.”
As he followed them inside, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.