Bleach: Lost Souls [lb]

Everybody knows what happens when people die, or so they think. The body's laid to rest, prayers are murmured, tears are shed. And those we left behind move on. For some, that's painful. For others... well, maybe one door closed when we died, but a whole new one opened in its place. The year is 1531. In 1326, I died. The Egyptians had it right, as it turns out - there's another life on the other side, one that's supposed to be better. When they send you off, them accursed Shinigami, they call themselves, they say it won't be so painful any more, that on the other side you never feel hunger, it's safe and warm and inviting over here.

Well, maybe for most people that's right. The truth is, for most, the Shinigami lied. They just tell you that so you won't struggle. The Sengoku Jidai's got a firm grip on Japan, pitting disciple against master, son against father, friends against friends. Every day, the Goteijusantai sends dozens of officers to the living world, trying frantically to keep up with the mass numbers of people that are dying in this idiotic battle for supremacy. In a mirror of a sort, the other side's in the midst of a raging war for power over Rukongai, to either make living here better or worse. I was the first to say enough. They call me Gin now; silver. It's a play on the fact if I get after you, the last thing you see is a glint of silver off my blade.

I started a bloody war. And to think, all I wanted was a good cup of tea.