Shattered 1923: Cursed Timeline Collision

Megumi

(This warehouse... it's not Tokyo. The spiritual energy here feels wrong.)

Rukia

My zanpakuto's spiritual pressure is barely responding. We're trapped in some kind of temporal distortion.

Rin

My magecraft circuits are completely scrambled! This era doesn't recognize modern thaumaturgy.

Trainer

The timepiece shows 1923... but that can't be right. My horse girls' racing data is all corrupted.

Megumi

(If I can manifest even one shikigami... Divine Dog, respond to my call!)

Rukia

Wait... I recognize this spiritual signature. We're not just in the past - we're in a parallel timeline where Soul Society never existed!

Rin

(If this is 1923 without Soul Society... then the Holy Grail War here would have entirely different rules. We might have just discovered something invaluable.)

Trainer

Whatever timeline this is, we need to adapt fast. In my experience, when the rules change... you change faster.

Rin

(My circuits—projecting without control!)

Megumi

That uniform... it's you, but this footage predates us by decades.

Rukia

These bills carry Soul Society's black-market signature. Someone's been forging spiritual currency across timelines.

Trainer

Midnight start... that's track code for a death race. And we're the entries.

Megumi

(1000:1 odds carved by my own technique—someone's weaponized my shadows against us.)

Rin

Let them bet. In 1923, the Tohsaka family wrote the rules of underground magecraft—and I just remembered why I built this warehouse.

Rukia

(If these slips bind us to a race, then the counterfeit energy is our leash. Time to cut it.)

Trainer

Odds mean nothing to a trainer who's seen 1000:1 fillies win by a nose. Gentlemen—and lady—place your bets... on yourselves.