Shinigami Bleach Uniform Novels & Stories

Of course, including me as well as Kuroyuki. “Sorry, coming through!” A human male, with a blue tie and a black uniform, makes his way out from the crowds. Judging from his clothes, he’s a first-year, S ranked class. He had a pretty white-silver hair, which the colour at the tail of his hair is transparent, and his eyes are emerald green. He had a cool looking silver sheathed sword carried on his waist. I was surprised. I never imagined someone would still be using swords in this era.

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.

"I have lectures. Don't cause trouble, and don't make me come looking for you." I stepped inside the restroom and pulled the uniform out. It was a white shirt, a navy blazer with the Gryphon crest, and a pleated skirt. I stripped out of my jeans and pulled the skirt on. I straightened my blazer, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hallway to face the wolves.

I can see the black uniforms of my men scattered throughout the battle, fighting glowing-eyed Tormentians in purple. Distracted by all the blood, I don’t see the wolf-shifter/vampire hybrid sneak up behind me until it’s too late.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

I stare at myself in the mirror, but the image I see doesn’t feel like my own. I’m wearing black leather armor, fitted to my body as if it were molded directly onto my skin. It isn’t heavy, as I had imagined it would be. On the contrary, it’s surprisingly light and flexible, allowing for movements that feel natural, almost as if it were an extension of me. At my side, a dagger hangs in an elegant yet functional sheath. “This uniform is enchanted,” Caelum explains, standing just behind me. His voice is deep, but there’s a strange softness to his tone when he speaks to me. “If you need to shift during battle, the uniform will remain intact when you return to your human form.”

Magic. "We will now escort you to your chamber." One of the two men said. Now that I was really paying attention, they looked oddly identical. Pale blond hair long enough to touch the nape, pale bluish purple eyes, sharp cheekbones, almost the same height, both of which were far taller than I was. Their uniforms, whilst made from leaves, weren't primitive in the slightest. It covered from their shoulders down to their feet, like a body suit, leaving their arms which were covered with strange tattoos bare.

"First day of classes! Aren't you excited?" "Thrilled," I muttered, dragging myself to the small bathroom attached to our room. The uniform waiting in our wardrobe was a surprise. I'd expected something traditional, conservative. Instead, it was modern and form-fitting—black pants, a crimson silk shirt, and a black blazer with the academy crest embroidered in silver thread. A wolf and a human, circling each other eternally. "We look amazing," Sophie gushed, admiring herself in the mirror. "Like we actually belong here."

On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House. Himari looked at sleeping Mizu once again, "We will wait for you Mizu on the middle floor." she said believing without a trace of doubts. And uttered with a sense of command, "Let's go." The rest nodded at her and walked solemnly in the pathway, beside her. Wearing their new acquired uniform, where their back and their presence was even more intimidatingly strong. The four of them look like a mystical shadow knight in a fairy tale world, walking with full of confident and emitting a great aura of superiority.

His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur. “I stand as a representative of the five nations of the Cobalt Union. We also have prepared counter measures to face the enemy. Who are we up against anyway?” Shima asked the question that was in everybody’s minds. Shima was a fish beastman, or more generally called a fishman. Shima’s skin was a mixture of fish scales on top of human skin that were both soft blue in colour. He had five gills on each side of his neck that were constantly expanding and shrinking as he ‘breathed’. His hair was long with green-blue colour and was curly. His eyes were so dark brown that it almost seemed black. His attire was the japanese yukata that exposed a part