POSTED: 23/8/14
I know, I know. Some of you who read my stories are probably going, "Are you going to continue the others?" And the answer is, "Maaayyyyybe", I'm a bit iffy about some of my stories and have lost complete interest in a few of them (Actually had no idea what I was doing. Was making it up on the go for the most part.). There are a few almost definite continuations that will start up when school holidays begin (Because I actually did know what was happening), however with the workload I can't promise anything and this may be another attempted failure for a long time to come.
With updating, it will come randomly and periodically, preferably once every week or two if I can handle it.
Anyway, I heard about this internet "Anime" that 'Rooster Teeth' decided to throw together, and thought it was rather impressive for a small yet well known group like theirs. The animation was no where near completely satisfactory as they had things going through solid objects and what not. Yet I found it interesting for the most part and read up a few Bleach X RWBY crossovers that are currently on ff. They were ok for the most part. Terrible grammar if anyone else has ever seen it, apart from "The Shinigami Huntsman" and "Legend of the Viazards" which seemed a little more legit than the others even without a more descriptive scene and sticking to more of a verbal interaction based story (for the former, the latter had a fair bit more description to picture the scenes.). So in the end I thought why not? I ended up beginning my own crossover of the two and here's the beginning. I intend to keep the chapter length at about 5k but it may go a bit under or if I'm lucky, over.
Let me know what you think in a review or PM
Oh yeah, I can't really think of a story name at the moment because of splitting headache, stupid panadol doesn't work (Everyone near me seems to be passing something around at the moment and are either bed ridden or intent on making another person ill) so if anyones willing to throw a few ideas my way it's appreciated.
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end
Throwing his bag onto the desk chair and slumping down onto the bed before him Ichigo groaned in annoyance. The careers expo he'd been to for the school trip that day hadn't been all that eye catching. Only one thing really had, becoming a hunter and going to a place such as Beacon academy which wasn't too far away from home considering the limited number of academies such as that one. Too bad he didn't have any 'Aura' anymore as the representatives of beacon called it. Did that mean they could all see ghosts? Perhaps it was because he was used to being a soul reaper and slaying monsters was more invigorating and exciting than he'd come to realise when he had his shinigami powers.
It had been seventeen months since Ichigo had been a soul reaper and said goodbye to Rukia for the last time, at least until death that is. A questionable course of action would be just to kill his human body and get it over and done with. He'd be dead and would possibly get his shinigami powers back however unlikely.
Sitting back up Ichigo unpacked his bag and started on the crazy load of math homework that 4 unit math is. The worst part was, was that his teacher was a slave driver and shoved extra on top of the already extended part of the curriculum. It was bad for all those people such as Ryo Kuneida who hadn't been through all the experiences that Ichigo and his friends had been through. Thanks to those high speed battles that required beyond humanly possible reaction timing and thinking, time seemed to move slower to him than normal people when he focused on a particular subject or task put before him.
This enhancement that had carried over into his human body was particularly useful and had brought his grades back up from their low and surpassed his previous position as twenty-third in the school to ninth and still climbing.
Ryo Kuneida, much to her displeasure had dropped from second to fourth, overtaken by both Orihime and Chad, while the four-eyed prick still maintained his high and mighty position as number one.
Ichigo twitched in thought of the self-proclaimed 'last Quincy' almost snapping his pencil, cracks appearing along the timber shaft as he imagined himself pummeling the four-eyed bastards face.
Despite retaining the friendly relationship with the Quincy, Ichigo hadn't come to the point where he enjoyed the Quincy's company completely for extended periods of time despite the fact that they were quiet good at working together when they needed to and were strangely quite pleasant with each other despite the occasional name calling that happened.
That was a while ago though, a few months maybe. Over the course of time they had grown distant due to Ichigo's inability to see ghosts anymore. He was no longer a part of their world.
"Ichi-nii!" Karin's voice called out from across the house. "That perverted shopkeeper is here to see you."
Ichigo, wearing a slightly confused expression went downstairs ducking under his fathers flying kick and yanking on the back of his fathers shirt as he sailed over head and redirecting his face to the wall smashing the plaster and meeting the brick exterior of the house that all the Kurosaki's lived in.
Wearily holding up a hand giving his son the thumbs up, "G-g-good one son…" was all that managed to claw its way out of his throat before he slumped still, using the timber structure and several power cords that currently dangled out of the wall to hold him up.
"Nii-san!" Yuzu gasped from her place in the kitchen, "You can't do that to Tou-san all the time. He's going to end up in hospital someday because of you you know."
Rushing over to Isshin quickly, Yuzu pulled him out of the wall allowing him to unceremoniously to flop onto the ground in a mess of plaster. "At least one of my children care. Dear Masaki-chan! What did I ever do to deserve this!" Isshin began sobbing, managing to pull himself over to the poster of Masaki that hung on the wall.
"Pff, what ever." Ichigo replied without care to Isshin as he strode past and made his way to the front door where Keisuke was casually waiting in his traditional green attire, his fan whipped out as soon as Ichigo looked at his face, failing to hide the massive grin behind it as he fluttered it in front of his face feigning hot weather.
"Ma, ma Kurosaki-san," Keisuke began, "is there any need to look so scary all the time."
Ichigo scowled harder wondering what in the world Keisuke was talking about, this was how he always looked.
"Hah," Urahara sighed, "Your not gonna get any girls if you look like that all the time I hope you realise." Urahara continued before stepping inside and walking past Ichigo.
Ichigo glared at the mans back and closed the door, following the man into the main room of the house where Urahara grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl before biting into it and happily devouring it. "If that's all you came here for, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"First he invites himself in and then begins to eat as though he owns the place." Ichigo growled, as those thoughts flew by in his head.
"Terribly sorry for the intrusion Kurosaki-san *munch* however *munch* I locked myself out of the store and the only spare keys are with Tessai and the kids who happen to have just left for a short weekend trip to gather more supplies for the shop, so I'll be crashing here for a bit." Urahara stated biting into the apple he held again muttering something about the apple being quiet juicy and delicious.
"Grr." Ichigo growled angrily before grabbing the hem of Urahara's collar and dragging him out of the house before dumping him on his arse in the middle of the road. "You're a mad scientist, find a way back into your place then!"
"But Kurosaki-san," Urahara admonished slightly exasperated, "I have a job opportunity for you."
By this point Ichigo was already halfway back to the house and simply yelled back. "I'm not working in a candy store."
Having picked himself up off of the ground Urahara tossed the apple core he was holding into a nearby open bin, and by nearby he meant thirty meters down the street. "Well I'm flattered that you thought that I was giving you a job at my store but that's a big no, you'd wreck all the fun!" Urahara pouted in a very…awkward and disturbing manner.
"So no, it's not a job at my store, rather," the sound of Urahara's clothes rustling as he pulled out some paper forms with various boxes that needed to be signed, one of them mentioning '…will not be responsible for your death in any way or manner.' "I managed to procure some papers for Beacon academy for you. That is if you want to become a hunter of the Grimm. Neh, kurosaki-san." Urahara mouthed slowly while waving the papers temptingly in front of Ichigo's face, having caught up to him just to do that.
Taking a long hard look at the papers before him Ichigo shifted his stare between Urahara and the papers a few times before moving to snatch the papers out of Urahara's hands.
"Ah ah ahh, Kurosaki-san. Have you forgotten, you lost your reiryouku, so how do you think you're going to compete against this." Urahara reminded Ichigo.
"Right. No powers." Ichigo remembered.
"You must really want this if you managed to forget about your reiryouku problem for a moment." Urahara commented. "Now lets go back inside we need to discuss things over this since enrollment happens next year in three months. That leaves you with about a month and a half to train and get back into shape because school still goes for a bit longer this year and you need to study for your exams. You've already done your practice ones if I remember correctly."
"Yeah." Ichigo mouthed almost in disbelief. Following after the green clad man.
Snapping out of his daze for a moment Ichigo questioned a pressing issue at that moment. "Wait what about my reiryouku, or 'Aura' as the hunters and huntresses call it."
"All in due time Kurosaki-san." Urahara waved his fan over hiss shoulder before dumping all the slips of paper he held onto the table in the centre of the room. "Now sit."
Next day: During school Lunch break : Friday
"Huh," a very astounded Asano Keigo let out showing his sheer stup- uhh smartness, that's right Asano Keigo is very smart. "So get that mouth shut before Tatsuki punches you again." Keigo said to himself.
"You've decided to go to Beacon academy!" Tatsuki yelled, "What the hell! I get some of the top places in martial arts competitions, and even then most of these peoples abilities are beyond mine."
That was a fair point. Tatsuki was labeled as the second strongest woman in Japan, at least in the martial arts division of society anyway. So what was Ichigo thinking?
Ichigo sighed to himself and looked away from the depreciative gazes being given his way from the smaller group of friends he hung around now, having split off from the super powered portion of their friends. Scratching the back of his head nervously as Tatsuki glared? No, maybe that wasn't quiet the right term, perhaps murdering him within her mind, or at least fantasizing about it anyway.
"Look, I know I don't have any 'Aura' at the moment." Ichigo emphasized his understanding of the situation, "However, Tatsuki, do you really think that with my level of experience I couldn't at least hold my own in a fight against a few grimm at the moment?" Ichigo questioned rhetorically causing Tatsuki's gaze to soften somewhat.
Thanking whatever higher being there was that Tatsuki wasn't going to try beat him up Ichigo mentally sighed, closing his eyes for a second before he felt something whiz past his ear.
"What the hell was that for?" Ichigo roared opening his eyes to see Tatsuki with her fist hovering over his shoulder, where his head had been a mere moment before.
Tatsuki shrugged and just said, "I was testing something."
Mizuro, having finally finished his phone call decided that now happened to be the appropriate time to join in the conversation. "Sorry, what were we talking about again?" Mizuro casually talked to his friends.
"My best friend…" A tear rolled down Keigo's cheek, "is leaving me behind, wha hahahaaaa. Do something about it Mizuro! Ichigo is going to Beacon academy to learn how to slay monsters…without us!"
Surprise and shock quickly made it's way to Mizuro's face and said something that made Keigo tear up even more. "With the butterfly man incident a while ago I can see how it'd fit Ichigo to go to Beacon academy." Mizuro said looking at Keigo before turning to Ichigo, "He must find the slow life we live at the moment quiet boring compared to what he use to do. Good luck."
Keigo teared up, his bottom lip pulling up his face as he sniffled, snot and tears streaming down his face in sadness. "Ichigooooo, Whyyyyy?" Keigo grabbed Ichigo by the shirt.
Ignoring Keigo and pushing him off of himself and onto his backside Ichigo began eating his lunch again.
Looking up from his phone once more Mizuro voiced his thoughts once again. "Oh yeah, in that case, since you're going to Beacon academy doesn't that mean you should've gone to a combat based school instead and you don't really have to finish your year here?"
"Well, yeah, it does." Ichigo replied.
"W-w-w-what!" Keigo screamed. "Not only do you get to go to an awesome school for slaying monsters, you get to skip the final school exams."
Ichigo just growled and buried his need to remove Keigo's diaphragm deep within his soul, if only to not be convicted of murder straight before going to Beacon, it'd probably look bad on his record. "I'm still finishing school you moron, what if I didn't make it in?"
"That's impossible!" Keigo cried, "Gah!" Keigo let some spit come out of his mouth as soon as he was kicked in the nether regions by tatsuki herself.
"Geez, shut up already you moron!" Tatsuki roared before sighing and turning to face Ichigo. "But he was kind of right…"
"Then why did you do that?!"
"…It'd be almost impossible for you not to get in once you train back up and get at least some traces of your power back into your system." Tatsuki said in encouragement. "And when you're there…" Tatsuki leaned closer before grabbing Ichigo's collar, "…I better not hear from your Dad that you've gotten some girl pregnant and made him a grandparent."
Grabbing Tatsuki's hands and pulling them off of his shirt Ichigo looked a little shocked that Tatsuki would even think of such a thing. "What the hell, I thought only my Dad could think of something stupid like that."
Tatsuki crossed her arms and shrugged closing her eyes for a moment, "Knowing your Dad he'll probably send you with your bag full of condoms or something." Tatsuki reasoned. "And besides you have to at least know by now how a great portion of the female populace at this school reacted when Keigo sold those photos he took of you in the change rooms after sport one day."
Ichigo blinked and turned to the crumpled crying mess that was Keigo Asano on the ground of the school rooftop. "That was him?" Ichigo half questioned, half stated. While he was completely aware of the incident that occurred, he never found out the culprit to bring justice upon them.
"Yep, sold the photo's for about two thousand yen each. Something about saving money to move out so he doesn't have to live with his sister anymore." Tatsuki plainly stated raising her hand in the air and swirling it about a bit as though it weren't all that bad. Too bad for him she was in possession of some of these photos and wasn't giving them up anytime soon. Just thinking about them caused her cheeks to become dusted a light pink, "Aren't you going to, I dunno, beat him up or something?"
Ichigo cupped his chin and adopted a thinking pose. "No, no, if I did that he might die or fall in a coma, and that'd be no good," Ichigo began thinking to himself, "but then again," Ichigo adopted a smile that could only be called cruel, "he is particularly durable, so he might not die."
"Uh," Tatsuki got out, slightly concerned for her friend, despite his antics and particular 'habits', at what Ichigo was thinking of doing, "Ichigo."
TIME SKIP EXAMS OVER
Strolling out of school for the last time with his friends after the graduation ceremony, to which Uryuu did not attend because of an 'illness', despite it being a farewell for most of the students as they left the town to go to the various different universities the kingdoms had to offer.
Within the crowd of students there was the four students who had hung out the most, Mizuro, Keigo, Tatsuki, and Ichigo.
"Well, I guess this is it guys. I'll be seeing you around some time then." Ichigo said calmly.
"Don't say that berry boy." Tatsuki grinned, proudly using her nickname for him just to rile him up on the last day of school. "It sounds like you won't be seeing any of us some time soon."
"Well, yeah." Ichigo said slightly annoyed at the nickname. "I won't be."
Frowning Tatsuki groaned when she got no reaction from her best friend. "Ah, I hate it how you've become mostly all calm and collected now. It's really annoying that you don't react like you use to. Then I'd have a reason to beat you up again."
Ichigo just chuckled slightly and turned around when he heard a familiar voice call out.
"Kurosaki-kun, Tatsuki-chan!" Orihime waved at them as she walked closer.
"Hime-chan!" Chizuru called out running up behind Orihime ready to glomp her from behind, only to meet the steely foot of Tatsuki. Tatsuki then proceeded to kick Chizuru into the ground and stomp on her a few times leaving a twitching Chizuru in a smoking crater in the ground, blood caking her bruised face.
"H-im-e-chan." Chizuru managed to grind out between her heaving breaths.
Keigo shuddered at the display, glad that he hadn't been on the receiving end. "What monstrous strength." Keigo gulped, keeping his professionalism for the small last time meet up before everyone went on his or her way.
"I thought I told you to stop that! You crazy bitch!" Tatsuki shouted at the still incapacitated and very much alive Chizuru.
"Hehe. Hime-chan. You're mine now that Kurosaki is leaving." Chizuru thought as she looked up into the concerned face of Orihime, before looking down a bit further, her lips twitching upwards a little bit. "White."
"Tatsuki-chan," Orihime whined and pouted at her best friend, causing Tatsuki to grimace, "I don't think that that was necessary."
"What ever." Tatsuki brushed it off, looking to the side to avoid Orihime's gaze. After a moment Tatsuki turned back. "So Orihime, what are you going to do now?"
This question turned the few heads that knew Orihime, ready for her strange yet interesting ideas. "Well," Orhimie began putting her hands behind her back thinking so hard you could literally see the cogs in her head turning. "I was thinking of becoming a surgeon, to help heal people!"
Tatsuki blanched and instantly turned white imagining waking up a cyborg after having been operated on by a mad Orihime. What would happen to all those poor and innocent people that got in the way of Orihime's imagination? So many terrible things would happen. Tatsuki cupped her face in her hands, her eyes peeking through her fingers, showing utter and absolute horror as she stared at the ground and prayed for Orhime's possible future test subjects.
"Tatsuki-chan?" Orihime innocently turned her head sideways, wondering what was wrong with Tatsuki to make her react in such a way.
Despite her nearly top grades in the school, Orihime just didn't understand some things. It kind of made some people wonder whether or not she'd received 'the talk' yet. Oh the horror.
"NO!" was the collective thought that came from all of the people around Orihime, absolute horror shown on their stricken faces.
"Eh?" Orihime said confusedly. "Why not?"
Ichigo sighed as he walked down the road tossing a blade up and down in one hand, glinting in the afternoon sunlight. The blade itself was only the length from the base of his palm to his fingertips with the words 'Endless' inscribed along one side in kanji and the other having 'night'. The hilt is a matt black rectangular handle along with its sheath much like the grip on his old shikai blade except without the excessive bandages, which Ichigo kept with him at all times strapped to his back, the handle pointing to his left and down so he could reach up behind him with his left hand and pull the blade out of it's sheath on short notice.
The blade itself was a gift from the Arrancars of Heuco Mundo strangely enough, mainly from their new and recovered leader Tia Harribel for thanks in slaying Aizen because of his betrayal to them.
The only reason Ichigo could see or even touch it was because the original blade that they had given to him was within the physical one he held now, it's 'soul' or essence having been melded into the titanium alloy blade before him. Spiritually enhanced tempered steel apparently didn't cut it and they decided to go for something stronger and conducted reiryouku more easily. Titanium happened to do the job and was stronger and lighter than any other design that used spiritual steel.
Ichigo could really tell that it was something that everyone had chipped in on. Not just the Arrancars, if the cards that he received from known and unknown shinigami thanking him for sparing their lives were anything to go by.
Another memory to go by was the substitute badge that he still retained although it had been converted or reverted, Ichigo wasn't really sure, back to a normal piece of whatever the thing was made of, timber seemed most likely, but given the things resilience it must still have some spiritual matter attached to it.
Ichigo toyed with it every now and then, carrying it on his own person at all times, a small piece of rope attaching it to one of the loops around the waist of his pants, typically in the right side.
Before long Ichigo appeared before the Urahara shoten and walked inside. To his surprise he saw Urahara actually serving a customer, a faunus by the looks of things, not that it mattered all that much to him. Just faunus tended to avoid some places and he hadn't seen many around recently besides the passerby or two.
"Awesome, thanks shop keep, no one else really has much of this stuff so it's hard to come by." The blond haired Faunus thanked Urahara.
Now that was a rare sight. Someone actually thanked the guy. The faunus himself had blond spiky hair, a monkey tail by the looks of things, wore an open, collared white shirt with the collar turned up and denim shorts with a silver chain going from his right front pocket to his back right pocket. Red guards were on his forearms with a thin black fabric beneath it, probably to stop irritation caused by the friction of the guards when he moves.
"No problem, however if I catch you trying to steal from my shop again, I might have to cut you up a bit." Urahara threatened in 'common' lowering his voice while still holding the ever-perfect grin. The blond faunus backed up a bit and chuckling guiltily while holding up his hands in surrender. His gaze with the blonde haired faunus was broken when he noticed Ichigo approaching. "Hey Ichigo." Urahara called casually in, waving to him prompting him to return the wave on his approach.
"Hey." Ichigo replied, "I didn't think your store was worthy enough to be stolen from," Ichigo said looking at Urahara before his eyes drifted towards the other guy, "apparently it is though." Ichigo's eyes narrowed a little bit before turning back to Urahara. "Anyway," Ichigo switched back to Japanese confusing the guy standing next to him at the sudden language barrier, "I'm here to start up my training."
"Of course." Urahara replied going back to finishing his transaction with the Faunus, "Just a moment."
Indeed a moment later the faunus had left the store leaving just Ichigo and Urahara present in front of the cashier. "Jinta!" Urahara called out to some place within the shop.
"What?!" a loud cry came back, clearly annoyed at the event for some reason.
"I need you to look after the shop until Tessai gets back with dinner." Urahara called back while walking to the hatch to the training grounds below the shop, Ichigo close behind.
"Ugh." Jinta groaned, "Fine." He mumbled clearly annoyed at the turn of events as he semi walked/dragged himself out of the back rooms with a school textbook.
Down below the shop, Ichigo couldn't help but open his mouth in astonishment. What the hell had Urahara done to the place? Seriously.
"Ma, Ichigo," Urahara began noting Ichigo's look questioning the methods which Urahara used to modify the underground area, "I only added in a swimming pool." Urahara motioned to the fifty metre lap pool off to the side with Perspex walls surrounding it to see inside to prevent rocks from flying in and making the water dirty. "Complete with a heating a cleaning pump system. Quiet relaxing to swim in if I do say so myself."
Ichigo turned on the spot merely questioning the reason why with just his face.
"Well Kurosaki-san, we have to train you up in just a month and a half and swimming laps is going to be a part of your routine." Urhara answered plainly. "With all the swimming it'll help increase your lung capacity, benefitting you in almost all areas of combat once your training is finished."
"Right…" Ichigo looked back at the pool and towards the training grounds that remained for the larger part, unchanged except a few new gouges and crevices in the rocky landscape from what he could only presume the others had come here to train for. "So how are we going about starting this again?"
Urahara giggled in a very unprofessional like manner. "Using my extensive knowledge and keen intellect we will give you the most vigorous training the human body is capable of withstanding." Urahara held the hand out above him that wasn't holding his fan, allowing his 'sword cane' to rest against his side with a light shining in the background probably trying to emphasize his brilliance.
Raising one of his eyebrows in questionable doubt Ichigo just sighed and held a hand to his face as he shook his head. "Just…when do we get started?"
Clearly disappointed in the turn of events, Urahara looked as though he was about to complain. Despite that however he broke into his professional stance and began talking seriously for once.
"Due to certain circumstances you aren't currently able to use your powers or any form of them for that matter." Urahara began, "Now because of that it will be our first thing on the list of things to do."
"And we're doing that how?" Ichigo broke into the speech that Urahara was giving to the patient yet short fused Ichigo.
"Shush," Urahara held a finger over his lips in amusement watching Ichigo's face twitch slightly despite the calm demeanor he was still giving off. "Now as I was saying before. It is in our best interest to give you your 'Aura'," Urahara air quoted, still not coming to agreement with the term that all the other hunters and huntresses gave the name. "and to do that we are going to put you through some training that possibly you and only a few select other people would be capable of, the training to get a Fullbring that is."
Now that was something, Ichigo looked amused at Urahara's statement wondering what this Fullbring was.
"Now I must warn you that once you have gained your Fullbring and completed it I am going to ask you not to use it unless you are in dire circumstances since this power is quiet rare to possess and very few humans or faunus actually know about it, and even then it tends to be a heavily guarded secret by sympathisers for this power is not natural." Urahara clasped his hands together in front of himself snapping the fan shut holding it between his palms.
It kind of made sense, a power that is not meant to be or is extremely rare meant that that person would likely be studied in some circumstances. Especially people like Orihime who had the power of rejection. Ichigo himself could attain something powerful, he already had once, although probably not nearly as grandiose as rejection of anomalies or matter.
Nodding his head in acknowledgement of this fact Ichigo motioned for Urahara to continue.
"Good, now we can begin." Urahara clapped his hands once more before moving to draw his blade from the cane at his side.
Freaking out almost as soon as Urahara went for his blade Ichigo took off in the opposite direction sprinting as hard as he could to stay as far away as possible from the blade that Urahara wielded.
Urahara watched in amusement as Ichigo sprinted off into the distance disappearing behind some boulders before pouting. "Ichigo-san didn't wait for me to explain the rules of the game…" Urahara stared straight ahead for a moment trying to sense out for Ichigo and locate his position, "…Oh, right." Urahara started talking to himself. Not all that odd if you think about it. "I forgot to tell Ichigo how to activate his Fullbring."
Pulling a thick instruction booklet out of a pocket from within his coat labeled 'Fullbring for dummies'. Urahara sat down and began reading, completely oblivious to the fact that Ichigo was still running.
A few minutes later we see Ichigo…still running.
Looking over his shoulder once or twice every now and then Ichigo made sure to check the crazy shopkeeper wasn't anywhere near him. He cursed not having powers and the ability to sense the bastard's reiryouku anymore.
His eyes widening a little Ichigo came to the sudden realisation that despite the fact that he couldn't sense Urahara's reiryouku, he couldn't sense his presence either, which could really only mean one thing. He had been baited and he had fallen for it. That or the moron had forgotten something important and had run off only to come back unable to find him due to his lack of reiryouku. The fact that Ichigo hid his physical presence as a nearly instinctual ability now didn't help either.
Giving up for the moment Ichigo was about to begin heading back when he noticed a green bucket hat peeking over the horizon of one of the many boulders littering the terrain.
"Ichigo!" Urahara's voice made it to him clearly enough. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." He called out in a voice filled with child like glee, as though he'd just opened a new present. "We have so many 'experiments'," Urahara put particular emphasis on the word 'experiments', "to do while you're here for the time between now and Beacon." He flapped around the instruction booklet in the air that he had been reading just a few moments ago, having been compiled by a few humans he had come across with the power of fullbring.
And that was all it caused for Ichigo to begin hyperventilating and break out in a cold sweat as he remembered the oh-so-not-a-great-idea-to-be-friends-with Mayuri Kurotsuchi. His experiments were sick.
Eh, first chapter wasn't that great but it'll get better...hopefully.
