I do not own Bleach okay? I know it's been awhile since I updated this one but it's going to get done eventually. Today's word is "drive". So enough of this A/N, and on with the fic!

Today was another day at the academy for Ichika. She had recently gotten her results from her test back and was not happy. She hadn't failed exactly but it wasn't as exactly as good as she had hoped it to be either. It was on kidos, something that her mother was very skilled with. In fact she knew that her mother was able to use Hado 73, Twin Lotus Pale Fire Crash without even using an incantation. However Ichika herself had scored an almost ironic 73 percent on her kido test. She had known the theory well enough, that part of the test she had scored nearly perfect on. But what really dragged her down was her practical part that she had to do. And she remembered this well. Too well.

She had stood in front of the test proctors with a cocky arrogance. She had this. She knew she did. Or at least she thought she did. She started out with a few binding kidos. They went well, but apparently not well enough. The training dummy was able to break free. She redid these spells and the dummy stayed bound for as long as as was required. She felt she had been docked a few points for having to redo the said kido. It was only once though and in real life combat you weren't always going to have such controlled conditions. And this was the best results she had.

She headed up to the teacher's desk with the test and laid it down. "I want another practical."

"I'm sorry Miss Abarai, we do not allow retakes of the practical." The older woman said, not looking up at Ichika.

"Do you know who I am related to?" Ichika said thinking this would bully the teacher into getting her way.

"Yes, Your mother is Rukia Kuchiki, father Renji Abarai and uncle is Byakuya Kuchiki. Their deeds and skill are all well known in the Soul Society." The teacher stated as Ichika smirked, "But I was not testing Rukia Kuchiki, Renji Abarai or Byakuya Kuchiki. I was testing Ichika Abarai and Ichika Abarai's work merited a 73 percent." Sensing the defeat to Ichika's spirit, she looked up. "If it helps your confidence any, your father wasn't that good with kido spells either."

"He wasn't" Ichika asked quietly.

"Horribly so." the teacher said.

"But I have seen him use Kido with ease!" Ichika pleaded "Maybe not with the same skill as Mom but I've seen him do it."

"Well think my dear child." The teacher said. "If your father was horrible as student at this but a skilled user now, what happened?"

"He trained as he got older!" Ichika said, the obvious realization coming to her.

"Exactly." The teacher said. "If you show me significant improvement by the end of the week, I will not let you take the test again, but I can give you extra credit to your overall grade."

"You mean it?" Ichika asked as the professor nodded. Taking her test, she grabbed it and ran out the door. Putting it in her pocket, she headed up to greet her father who was waiting for her at the door of the school.

"So how'd it go little strawberry? Get your test results back?" Renji asked.

"I didn't know you sucked at Kido too in the academy." Ichika said as Renji put his hand behind his back in embarrassment.

That's what happens when these teachers never freaking retire. Ichika gets the same kido professor I did and she has a very good memory. And of course she would make the connection to Ichika and me just by seeing the hair. "Well the fact you said too tells me that you didn't do too well on your test today." Renji said, recovering into what he liked to call "Dad mode".

"Well I got a 73 percent." Ichika sighed. "I did very well on the theory part, I got all of those questions correct and did so well that the teacher added a few points. But the practical part... I stunk." Ichika held her head in shame. Her father wasn't like her uncle or even her mother when it came to getting average grades but she did not like admitting she didn't do as well as she had hoped. "But the teacher will give me extra credit if I show significant improvement by the end of the week." She added hopefully.

"Well be sure to ask your mother for help. She's pretty good." Renji smiled.

"Oh no. I'm going to do this all on my own. Besides, Mom's pretty busy right now." Ichika said.

"Well, do your best." Renji smiled. She's so stubborn. Rukia could have helped her do so much better but she insisted on doing it on her own. She's so driven.

When they arrived home, they found a note on the table from Rukia. "Sorry I'm not here but duty calls. Must clean up a Hollow mess in Karakura town. Be back after Ichika should be in bed. Dinner is in the microwave, all you have to do is heat it up for 10 minutes. Love you-Rukia." And at the signature was a poorly drawn rabbit. Renji looked over to Ichika. "Well we can't ask Mom for help. I'll heat up dinner and then I can train you I guess..."

"I have it." Ichika said as she sat at the table, reading over the textbook, looking for something that would help guide her until she finally conceded this was something no book could teach her. The microwave dinged and Renji put her dinner on the plate in front of her, which Ichika ate greedily, and then headed out back to practice her kido late into the night. This became much the routine as the week went on. Home, scarf down dinner and train. It wasn't until the end of the day on Friday when she caught up with her kido teacher requesting a chance to show her improvement. The teacher looked on as Ichika set out the training dummy and began the binding spell. Focusing all her effort on it, the timer began and the special dummy struggled. With this Ichkia put more of her energy into it until the dummy snapped in half. She turned to her professor and smiled nervously. That was not supposed to happen. "So how'd I do?" She asked, knowing she wasn't supposed to snap the dummy with the binding kido.

"You are awarded extra credit." The teacher smiled.

"But I broke the dummy?" Ichika asked confused.

"That you did, but that means you improved greatly in the strength of the kido, much better than you had did before. I told you I'd award extra credit if you showed significant improvement and you did. Great job. You have something to be proud of." With this Ichika skipped out happily to her father ready to tell of her extra credit.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. Yeah I know it's been awhile but I do like getting to this every now and again and after putting so much Hetalia fic work in, I wanted something new. And this one was one I wanted to dust off. Anyway remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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