Reminder, Hogwarts Ichigo is Ichigo Kurosaki or just Ichigo and Bleach Ichigo is Kurosaki Ichigo or just Kurosaki.
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Ichigo huffed and shook his head. "Nope, you still don't have it. You're not imagining it right, your reiatsu shouldn't be a blade per say yet, just coat your arm in reiatsu. It's like forming and holding a Getsuga Tensho, just much smaller and not through Zangetsu."
"It's harder than you're making it to be."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I know? In actuality, you have it easier; I had to figure this all out by myself. Now shut up and concentrate."
The much younger Kurosaki Ichigo complied, holding out his right arm, but still grumbled, "You know we suck at reiatsu control. And Uryu doesn't need to do this with his body alone, he has his quincy cross thing. Can't I use something like that?"
Ichigo stared at him, eyebrow still raised, as if he was trying to figure out the best way to teach a naïve four-year-old how to man and take care of a machine gun. Actually, that was close comparison of what was going on, considering the younger substitute shinigami's abysmal reiatsu control. Finally he deadpanned, "When you get into a fight, you come straight from your body and fight with your soul. Your soul. It won't have any handy dandy adapter for you to use since it's a bloody shinigami and not a quincy."
"And it still sounds weird to hear my voice with an English accent."
"Got an issue you little whippersnapper? And what did I tell you about concentrating?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Has anyone told you that you're a real cocky brat?"
Finally Kurosaki gave up on trying learning the technique. His threw his hands into the air and rounded on the older man. "How am I supposed to concentrate when you keep talking?"
Ichigo shrugged. "Sure, it's totally not like your enemies aren't going to try their damn hardest to distract you in a battle. Nope, they're just going to stand to the side and say to themselves, 'Oh, wonder what he's doing without his zanpakuto, it sure is pretty.'"
Kurosaki was still glaring at Ichigo. Which both of them had yet to get used to, despite knowing each other for several years now; the older man coming by to visit every once in a while, mostly during the summer. Huffing, Kurosaki ran a hand through his hair. All this training was frying his brain from the mental effort. For example, right now he was starting to feel very light headed and woozy. Groaning, Kurosaki asked Ichigo, "Do you want to stay for dinner? You know mom and the girls would love it."
Beep Boop,
~dorandsugar
