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THIS IS NOT A CRACKFIC UNDERSTAND THIS WELL. ALSO SET AFTER ORHIME IS SAVED BUT AIZEN HAS PULLED BACK FROM KARAKURA FOR THE MOMENT MOST OF THE ESPADA ARE STILL ALIVE BUT SOME HAVE DIED JUST TO BRIND THE BATTLE OVER KARAKURA INTO THE MIX. KITE TUBO is the master after all.

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Yamamoto Genryusai slowly opened one scarred eye and raised his wrinkled head as Urahara Kisuke's grinning visage flickered into existence on the screen.

"Good morning Yama-san! For what do owe the pleasure of speaking with one so high up as yourself?" He spoke from behind his fan in his very best shopkeeper voice. "I didn't actually think I would get to speak directly with you so quick-"

"I do not have the time or the inclination to play games with you, Kisuke. Why did you wish to speak with me?" Yamamoto spoke swiftly and severely. A norm for him,..but there was something else, something intangible. Something high strung in the way his chin rose slightly, and almost...panicked when his eye widened almost imperceptibly. No normal person would ever had noticed. But Urahara was no normality in any sense of the word, and Urahara did well to take note of these tell tale signs and quickly moved on.

"Sir, I believe that I have found a rather interesting way to help with this war effort"

Yamamoto opened his eye further at the quick change in demeanor but said nothing.

"You know of Ichigo Kurosaki, no?" Yamamoto simply glared and replied with a curt nod.

"Well, I watched him spar with Abarai earlier this week. And during their session i noticed something odd. When I taught Ichigo after he first obtained Shikai, he quickly moved away from the power style he had used to take out the low level hollows. In order to survive the boy immediately began to copy my own movements. And not only that but he instinctively incorporated them into his own natural movements and I bet he has even improved on a few of my own techniques. In five days that boy took a style completely different from anything he had ever seen And At this Yamamoto cut in. "How so? Please explain yourself Kisuke. You have certainly peaked my interest, as I'm sure you know I have already taken a certain liking to the boy, as well as our obvious need for any advantage we can obtain at this point. I'm just not quite sure how a large reatsu could hamper him" Urahara smiled slyly and continued,

"Normally you have one of two kind of prodigies. The first is the quick learner. One who sees a move or a style of fighting and can quickly incorporate it into his own fighting style or at least copy it. Then you have the 'bullfighters' as I like to call who are not particularly quick but who have a massive amount of reatsu which allows them to master difficult techniques quickly. Kurosaki-kun is a conundrum. He is definitely a 'bullfighter' in both his recent style and his amount of reatsu, but I think that is hindering him. Sir, his true strength does not lie in his reatsu. It lies in his ability to quickly learn how to use that power. Before he invaded soul society he had only fought extremely low level hollow for somewhere around two months. Then, I trained with him for five days. Five days and he goes into soul society and defeats Ikakku Madarame straight off the bat, before he can even use his shikai's ability. He doesn't just beat him into the ground with his power either. He defeats him by quickly adapting to Ikkaku's strange fighting style. Then he goes on to learn Bankai in TWO DAYS."

Kisuke was slowly rising in volume and his speed was increasing exponentially, something the soutaicho began to notic immediately.

"Sir, his odds of achieving bankai, even using my method, factoring in him being an extraordinary prodigy, in three days were only somewhere around 5-10%. Yet he did it in two. AND..."

Yamamoto was quickly growing impatient with the listing of Ichigo's achievements, impressive though they were, and decided to step in before Urahara was lost in his own little world, "Kisuke!.... I am aware of all of this. Get to the point."Yamamoto struck the ground using his cane with an impatience heretofore unseen in the soutaicho.

Urahara smiled infuriatingly then, and said, "Of course sir. The point is, that early growth which i spoke of, has stopped. In all of his recent fights, from right after his fight with Kuchiki-san forward have been haphazard brawls where eventually they end it just seeing who has the most reatsu and who can condense it into the most powerful attack. Ichigo almost always has the most reatsu but because he has been relying on that power so heavily, he has almost no control over it. Causing enemies like the sixth espada to severely injur him when he should have little trouble coping, even with enemies as strong as that. In short, his extreme trust in his zanpaktou's strength, the same trust that catapulted him into the high ranks of the powerful, is, amazingly, hurting him. It is quite the quagmire I find myself in attempting to help my star pupil!"

Yamamoto did not smile at the implied meaning. But something in his expression, something tense and coiled like a spring, seemed to slowly unwind as Urahara came to the end of his little speeach and when he spoke, it was in a much less commanding tone.

"And I assume you have something planned for him to help solve this…mystery?"

Urahara grinned evilly and chuckled before saying, "Of course… I was planning on the Academy"

WOW THAT WAS CRAP. I HATE writing Yamamoto. He is completely impossible to put to paper..er screen. And although i wanted to have fun with Urahara i couldn't really do that here where he is supposed to be serious. sigh i guess ill just have to wait until later to have some seriously enjoyable writing. Oh well. Please read and review. I just might send you cookies if you do... :)