Major thanks to DeathKnightArmory for editing this chapter.

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AnimeA55Kicker Q: So does Ichigo still have his Shinigami powers? Shunpo and the like?

A: Unfortunately something had happened to his inner spirits, which I will address sometime in this chapter.

Imperial Gilgamesh Q: Can you explain power levels a little and why Ichigo isn't erasing anyone near him.

A: Hmm... The best I can give you is a comparison on power.

Normal Shinigami - Low-Class Devil

Seated - Middle-Class Devil/High-Class Devil

Lieutenant - High-Class Devil

Captain - Ultimate-Class Devil

Yamato - Dragon King

Ichigo/Aizen - Dragon King - Possible Heavenly Dragon

Yhwach/Soul King - Dragon God (Not True Dragon)

(UPDATED 2/7/19 due to my dumbness. Also, I don't think Satans could easily destroy Japan several times over, I know that sounds rather offensive to High School DxD fans but Super Devils I'm sure they could. Regarding Yamato, he is the one to first defeat Yhwach, a being that is can literally change the future, and only lost the second confrontation because of the sealing of his Bankai (Spoiler for non-manga readers). Ichigo now isn't Dragon King to Possible Heavenly Dragon but his Final Getsuga Tensho seems to match Sirzech's level Power of Destruction, perhaps even more powerful. Aizen is like the Ajuka version of Bleach, he is super smart (Like really smart), his regeneration ability can even save him from being disintegrated in half, and he offensive powers like Cero could easily wipe away a mountain, perhaps a country if he went all out. Yhwach and the Soul King I feel is justified because the Soul King could basically create a world, Yhwach (At the end of Bleach btw) had that very same power)

And regarding why he isn't erasing everyone, I guess you could say someone's suppressing his power for him so he wouldn't erase anything, which also limits the use of his power. A bit spoilers but meh.

Accursius Q (From what I can gather): Why do authors so obsessed with combing Shunpo and Sonido? You can't really punch with using 2 skills.

A: I can't really speak for the authors who had done this previously but I did this for power growth basically, as Ichigo doesn't have anything else to learn and grow. Kido is gone because no one knows it. Magic is a might but I don't see Ichigo using it as he likes to brute force it as per his character. And regarding you can't punch with two skills, this is a world of magic, famous animes like Naruto and Overlord had done what I like to call "Skill Stacking" or "Skill Combination."

Also if you didn't tell yet, this takes place BEFORE the Nekoshou massacre and the beginning of Highschool DxD.

Also, why do people create fandoms for their fanfictions? I know it's for the fans but sometimes when I try to look info about certain topics, all I could find is fan-made information. For example, when researching Serafall's peerage, you get a fan-made peerage. Something I nearly believed for my unpublished fanfiction.

Also, Asa = Arthur and Saberu = Saber. All are translated from Google Translate.

Chapter 3

Peace In Our Time

Day 2

"We're home," Souichiro stated as he took off his shoes and entered the house.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Daddy!" Saberu called out, her arms open wide to hug her father. "I missed you!"

A small smile graced Souichiro lips as he embraced his daughter before lifting her up in his arms and turning to Ichigo. "Bring the items to your room," he stated as he made his way to the kitchen.

Ichigo shook his head with a small smile before taking the groceries to his room.

As he entered his room, he paused, trying to take in that this room was to be his for who knows how long. His heart clenched and his face contorted to a pain. His home... What happened to his home?

He shut his eyes, he must live... He didn't know if there was a way back but he will find a way. Yet, he couldn't go knocking on everyone's door and ask. That what he was sure he would've done if it wasn't for the calming impulse and logic he mysteriously gained. Is this... Is this what happens when my Quincy blood is fully activated?

He stared at his hand as it curled into a first before unclenching it.

He set the groceries down and turned to leave. Bump.

"Kya!"

Instinctively, Ichigo's hand shot out and grabbed the person he bumped into by the waist. He stared into the person's, Asa's, eyes and she stared back.

A moment of awkward silence and inaction bloomed between them.

Suddenly, Asa's face lit up and she instinctively stepped back to get some room between them. To which, Ichigo obliged and let her go.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" Asa shouted as she turned heel and ran.

Ichigo, who wasn't as embarrassed as he thought he would be, just watched in bewilderment at the retreating form of Asa. Before he sighed.

Suddenly, he felt something murderous from behind. Slowly cranking his head to look behind him, he started to twitch at the sight of Souichiro. "Um... I can explain!"

"I told you not to court my daughters," Souichiro said coldly.

Ichigo's right eye twitched as he sat at the dining table. While he knew this place was traditional and all, why don't they buy tables and chairs?!

He was really regretting staying here, he should've left and traveled the world after he regained consciousness. But no, he had to become a disciple and live traditionally.

To Ichigo, who was the exact opposite of a traditional Japanese, this was absolutely uncomfortable. Even Byakuya had chairs when I had dinner with him and Rukia!

"Dinner is almost ready~" Medeia sang, the foreign beauty finishing up her cooking of curry.

Souichiro, who had a careful eye on Ichigo, was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper he picked up in Kyoto. Saberu, the ever-energetic child, was furiously finishing her homework of shapes. While Asa helped her mother with cooking and setting the table.

Having nothing to do, Ichigo began to think of things. I don't know if I have any powers... I definitely need to check on that…

He snapped out of his thoughts and checked the progress of the food, seeing that they were just making finishing touches, he went to a meditative pose and delved into his inner world.

Only for nothing to happen.

He blinked, his eyes glancing at the progress of the food once again. They were preparing the table. He once again tries to delve into his inner world, now more forceful before.

This time he felt like he hit a super hard wall, making him a bit dazed before he snapped back to reality.

The food was in front of him.

What the hell?!

"Thank you for the food," the Kazuki's said in unison.

"Thank you for the food..."

It was dark and yet Ichigo was still out, sitting in a meditative pose at the shrine. He had tried multiple ways in getting in.

A gentle approach. A very forceful approach. Awaiting approach.

Yet, none seemed to work. All the time he was some stopped by a wall of some kind or nothing simply happens.

'What the hell?! Hey! Zangetsu! Juha! If you can hear me, let me inside or at least talk to me!'

Yet no response.

"Why didn't I check earlier?" he groaned as he put his hand on his face. "Might as well check if I can still utilize my powers..." I suppose Shunpo should be easy enough.

He stood up and surrounded himself in energy. Subconsciously focusing energy to use shunpo, the world slowed to a halt, allowing him to run a few meters before breaking.

Check.

He heard footsteps slowly approaching.

"U-Um..." It was Asa.

Ichigo signed. "Were you out here to procrastinate, again?" he inquired, his eyes closed.

Asa turned redder as she was exposed. "Y-Yes..."

"Another Shakespearean quote?" Ichigo inquired, his eyes landing solely on Asa, who meekly and embarrassingly nodded. He slightly smiled. "Right, here let me read it."

Day 3

Ichigo opened his eyes, the blinding radiance of the sun temporarily blinding him. He continued to lay on the futon, the chirping of birds and wildlife the only he could hear.

He raised his arm and clenched his fist. 'What is happening? Are my powers... Fading?'

'N...O…'

His eyes widened and he sat up, immediately getting into a meditative stance to enter his inner world.

He immediately was met with the mental wall that blocked him from entering since yesterday, possibly since he got in the world. 'Zangetsu! Juha!' He yelled mentally.

Yet he was met with silence once again.

He continued to bang on the wall. 'Zangestu! Juha!'

'Not yet.'

What you mean not yet?! Answer me! He continued to hit harder on the mental wall, yet no reply this time was given.

Day 10

Ichigo found himself roaming Karakura Village, which in itself was a community geared towards farming. And with most Japanese villages, he was having a hard time finding anyone younger than 50.

It was to be expected, most people his age and younger were either preoccupied with work and school.

Despite the age gap, he got along well with the locals, albeit he had to be really polite with them lest their opinion of him degraded. He also liked the absence of smog and pollution, especially sound pollution.

All he could hear around him was nature and light conversations between the locals, which he could hear due to his heightened senses.

He paused from his musings when he noticed an old man struggling to carry his harvest. Rushing to the struggling man immediately, he asked, "You need help?"

The old man, who looked around 80, gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, young man," he said, taking off the basket on his back. Once it was off, he sighed in relief.

"No problem," Ichigo replied with a smile, already lifting the basket effortlessly. "Where is your house?" he inquired, his eyes scanning the spaced out houses.

"It's the nearest to the shrine," the old man said, pointing towards the said house.

"Okay..." With that, Ichigo started his path to the house. "Oh, I'm Kurosaki Ichigo by the way," he said, extending his free hand to the old man.

"The Kannushi-in-training, eh? How is Souichiro treating you?" the old man asked as he just continued to walk instead of taking the hand.

Ichigo was a bit irked at the dismissal of his gesture and probably would've gotten angrier if it weren't for the random calmness that would suddenly pop up.

He hadn't really thought about it much but he supposed it was a side effect of his Quincy blood activating. Although maybe Uryu was calm because he was raised like that…

"He had accommodated me, bought me some clothes, and even a watch. I hope to repay him for his kindness one day," Ichigo said.

The old man remained silent for a little bit before speaking. "May I inquire how's your training proceeding?"

Ichigo shrugged which resulted in the basket to wobble as he tried to regain balance. "Um... Well, I guess. We are just wrapping up the basic history and theory before we continue on to the rituals," he explained, his eyes diverted to the basket as he continued to regain the balance.

Finally using his other hand, Ichigo stabilized the basket full of rice grains. After his stabilization of the basket, he resumed their walk.

"I would love to see when you do your first public ritual, make sure to send me a message, I'm literally just outside the shrine walls so it shouldn't be too hard."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the old man. "If you are literally outside the shrine's walls, can't you tell when a ceremony is occurring?" he inquired.

"I don't attend all the ceremonies and I would hate to miss your first one," the old man explained. "Oh, by the way, what do you think of Souichiro kid, Asa-chan?"

Ichigo put his free hand on his chin. "About the only times, I chat to her when she needs help with some homework. So, I guess she's a friend?"

The old man gave a chuckle, confusing Ichigo. "My grandson has a crush on her and whenever we attend a ritual together during the summer, he would squirm whenever he sees her in her Miko dress," he explained, a chuckle erupting from him shortly after.

Ichigo made an "O" with his mouth and nodded.

"He even declared that he would transfer schools when Asa-chan's school goes co-ed. But unfortunately, last time I checked the academy is still going to be a girl school for the foreseeable future as they are currently well off," the old man said with a chuckle.

They arrived at the old man's rather plain looking house. "Could you set it down in the kitchen?" he inquired as he opened the door, allowing Ichigo inside.

"Alright," Ichigo huffed as he placed down the basket. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Care to join me for some tea?" the old man inquired as he withdrew two cups and a pitcher full of green tea from the kitchen cabinet.

Ichigo looked at his watch before glancing to the tea. "Sure though, unfortunately, I only have an hour before I need to return," he stated.

"I'm home!" Ichigo declared as he took off his shoes and entered the housing unit.

He was greeted by the cute face that belonged to the youngest in the house. The girl immediately withdrew her head back from the door frame once she noticed his gaze.

Ichigo felt a dreadful aura emanating directly the opposite of the hall. He paused, a cold sweat slowly making its way down his face. "Um..."

With the use of his enhanced speed, Souichiro crossed the distance and aimed a palm strike to Ichigo's abdomen.

Despite the lightning-quick strike, however, Ichigo perceived the strike as if it was barely moving at all. Deciding to simply block instead of dodging or countering as he did with his dad, he blocked with a simple yet sturdy low guard.

Once his instincts stopped screaming and time resumed normally for Ichigo, Souichiro gave him a blank glare. "You weren't supposed to block that," he said in a tone that surprisingly was more empty and cold than usual.

"Daddy! Don't hurt, Ichi!" Saberu cried out as she wrapped her arms around Souichiro's waist, making the man's stance to loosen and his attention to be directed at her.

"I won't," Souichiro said, his eyes staring into Ichigo's. A silent message of: "Don't court my daughters" passed between them.

Ichigo forced a visibly strained smile. 'Now if she just adds the nii…' He shook his head, he shouldn't compare her to Yuzu... His heart clenched.

Once their embrace was done, Saberu led her father to the dining room, leaving Ichigo alone as he silently sulked.

Asa poked her head out from the kitchen, looking at Ichigo. "H-Hey, are you alright?" Asa asked with a stutter.

Ichigo shook off his depression and tried to put a smile, albeit was visibly strained. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said simply as he approached Asa.

A conflicted look crossed her face before she went back inside, her face tinged with red.

Ichigo made his way to the dining room and sat himself down between Souichiro and Asa.

Luckily, it seemed that his host was content on merely glancing at him now and then before returning to reading his newspaper.

"Dinner's almost ready~" Medeia stated. "Asa, could you set up the table?"

Ichigo stood up quicker than Asa could. "Here, let me help," he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

Asa, who had only got up, sat back down, a defeated expression on her face.

Souichiro, who observed his daughter's reaction, decided now was the best time to make his move. "You are beautiful, Asa," he said with a sigh. "You should lose that stutter you seemed to have whenever you're around him and be yourself: blunt and prideful."

Asa fumbled with her thumbs before replying, "Is this what you call love, father?"

Souichiro looked at Asa. "When I first met your mother, she was shy and easily embarrassed like you," he explained, "but eventually she overcame that embarrassment and we got married."

"How did mom overcome her embarrassment?"

"That you have to ask your mother."

Ichigo came in a moment later with plates with utensils on top. He set the utensils and plates down before sitting in his spot. Having heard the conversation with his enhanced hearing, he truly wondered what Souichiro's goal was.

Day 15

Souichiro was called to Kyoto for an important meeting, leaving Ichigo the day off again.

Deciding to take the day testing his powers, he first started with entering his inner world. No such luck.

After doing that, he tried to do the thing he tried to do during his final confrontation with Aizen before he was sent to this world. He tried to form the Final Getsuga Tenshou.

He hoped that once he called upon it, his powers wouldn't disappear fully.

His goal for trying this out was trying to find out if he could control his reishi to form some kind of sword as Uryu did with his Quincy sword thingy.

While he was confident in his karate skills, he was way more confident in his sword skills, at least whenever he held a sword. Though, he was sure he was decent at most when it came to skills.

He concentrated, his eyes closing to focus more. He felt energy gathering and tried to make it take a form. 'How did Uryu describe the bow-making process?'

10 minutes in and he gave up, finally realizing exactly how Uryu summoned his now. "I need a medium, God damn it." And if he was correct, he needed a Quincy cross or one of those sword hilts Uryu had. 'I wonder if I got a regular Christian cross, I could utilize it.'

Quincies were fundamentally different than Hollows and Shinigamis. They collected reishi from the air to utilize their weapons, something that wasn't all too different from magicians he now realized.

Magicians also collected energy from the air to fuel their magic, utilizing advanced equations instead of using mediums.

He knew so much about magicians because Medeia was a prestigious magician from Greece.

He blinked, that was about the only time they had a conversation since they first met. Now, that he thought about it, he never really spoke with her and Saberu.

'I should probably talk to them more. He inwardly groaned. After all, I'm going to be here for a while.'

He had been cooped up with Souichiro's teachings and spending time by himself, he hadn't really spoken with them.

Ichigo decided, here and now, that he was thinking too much and should go to sleep.

Walking in the house, he had just taken off his shoes and was moving to his room when he heard the door he had just entered through, open

Turning his head slightly, he paused as he took note of who was there.

Souichiro and the Nekoshou who cut his hair.

Chapter 3 End

Firstly... I'm just stressed... I've already transferred to my third school this year.

Secondly, this filler than sets the stage for the next arc... Or the first true arc I guess.