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"S-so… how are we going to train my 'fullbring'?" Neville queried anxiously. It had been a couple of days since the flying lesson and in that space of time Harry had given a crash course of the spirit types to his other friends. To say they were interested was a major understatement, especially when they learned it was possible for them to develop their own abilities.

So the following morning the whole group met classroom Harry used for training in casual clothes. The Quincy had actually gone and given the nervous gryffindor some workout clothes for him to use. "Well, if you were a Quincy I would suggest almost completely meditation, which would improve your control. Thing is you're a Fullbringer, which means you draw your power mostly from within."

"Which means…" Tracy started leadingly.

It was here that both Harry and Su demonstrated a little something called, 'mentor's sadism'. "Well fullbringers, much like hollows, develop their abilities from instinct and pride. So if we were to give Neville the raw strength to win a fight against most adults, then not only would his confidence improve so his powers are closer to the surface, but so would his endurance, so he could use his fullbring for longer." Su exposited.

"Which means exercise!" Harry exclaimed with a cheerful grin. At the confused looks from everyone else, wondering why they were there then, he chuckled ominously. "And you are all joining in. After all, you're all interested in developing your own powers, and you don't see me slacking despite my powers almost entirely being mental, do you?"

"This is going to suck, isn't it?" Hermione deadpanned. The only response she got was evil cackling, causing her to sigh in consternation.

Sitting at the slytherin table that morning, everyone was too tired to actually complain about the half hour of torture they just went through barring Su and Harry, who were just grinning smugly. Instead they opted to just glare at the two while gathering their breakfasts. However this reaction was noticed by the nearby Blaise Zabini, who tilted his head curiously.

"What happened to you lot?" he asked, only to get pained groaning in return. Turning to face the only two not in pain wasn't any help either, as they just laughed.

"I don't get it," one of the exhausted preteens grumbled, "you two were doing more than us, why aren't you tired?!"

"Well that's very simple Neville!" Su exclaimed. "We've both been training for years. Meanwhile you bunch have to set up the foundations before you can fling things around with your mind."

"Potter!"

"Ah, Christ," the aforementioned boy muttered.

"Potter! What are you doing at the noble house of Slytherin's table!" Malfoy seethed.

Harry glanced at the first year slytherin dully, looked down at his food, across at his friends and then back at Draco. "Enjoying breakfast with my friends. Kindly piss off."

Malfoy gasped in disbelief. "You dare disrespect me!? I challenge you to a duel! Midnight tonight, in the trophy room!" he declared. The pointing finger and attempt at a serious face were likely meant to be intimidation tactics, but only served to make the blonde look constipated. "I know your foolish gryffindor pride won't let you ref-"

"No thanks," Harry rejected.

"-use so choose your second… what do you mean 'no thanks'!?" the brat shouted. Again, it might have been intimidating if it hadn't been an eleven year old saying it.

The last potter sighed and put down his cutlery, before turning to look at the slytherin, completely deadpan. "I mean no thank you. I happen to care about my body, and maintaining a proper sleep schedule is a part of that. Next, you couldn't even get my house right. I'm a ravenclaw, and being smart is one of the things we are best at. Thus, the location and timing implies that this 'duel' would be a trap. If you want a duel I'd be happy to oblige you right now or directly after our last class for today though."

"I - ugh, I'll get you back for this Potter!" Malfoy snarled, before stalking off followed by his bookends.

"Huh." Zabini remarked. "That was an impressive amount of vitriol. Anyway, you were talking about exercise?"

"Ahh!" the blonde yelled, ducking back out of arms reach, but his opponent was in hot pursuit. Leaning to the left to avoid a high kick, Neville had no chance to dodge the roundhouse that it transitioned into. Using an outer forearm block and remaining light on his feet allowed him to bleed off most of the momentum, skidding on the low traction floor.

As his enemy rushed forwards again, the fullbringer hurriedly countered. Guided by his instinct, bands of lime energy appeared behind his hand and opposite elbow as Neville deflected a right cross with his hand, opening the opponent up for a devastating haymaker to the solar plexus, amplified by the circle increasing momentum in his arm like a rocket.

The assailant went flying back twenty feet, moving with his momentum to bleed off the kinetic energy and roll smoothly back onto his feet. Getting up, Harry coughed to clear his airways before he began to laugh, clapping enthusiastically. "Brilliant, Neville, You've unlocked bringer light! Now I can explain how it works." He chuckled, before going over to a blackboard.

Neville groaned as he stumbled over to the class seats, where the rest of his friends had been observing the fight. "Why couldn't you have just explained how it worked a week ago, when we started?" He whined. It was undignified, but it was also a fair question.

"Simple. Fullbringer techniques are primarily based on instinct. Because of this, if I had explained the logistics then you probably would have overthought it." Harry lectured. "This way, you could get a feel for the ability without boring logic tampering with the idea in your head, then getting the explanation should let you deconstruct and consciously use it. Now are you done questioning me?"

Getting a nod, Harry turned back to the blackboard and grabbed a piece of chalk. "Good. Now bringer light is the primary speed skill of a fullbringer, amplifying their speed and more generally force through using their power on the air."

He drew a small circle on the board, with arrows around it pointing inwards. "The basic idea is to increase three properties in the air: its unity, its elasticity and its density." Harry wrote the three words to the side. "The unity allows the air to stay together more, increasing resistance. The elasticity grants a trampoline style effect. Finally the density launches you with the air pressure."

Turning around he was met with blank faces, earning an eye roll. "It's a glorified magic air cannon on steroids." He summarised, resulting in looks of comprehension.

"Wait," Su interjected. "If the circle is the actual technique, what're the squiggly lines?"

"Ah! That's actually interesting!" Harry exclaimed. "Those lines are basically artificial reiatsu currents that draw air in. The extra air is compressed into the circle and accelerates it more. Anyway, you have twenty minutes to rest before you start trying to isolate and replicate the Bringer Light, and the rest of us are training with you." Which got the expected litany of groans.

"... Finally, while Sun Flames can act like a fusion of muscle relaxant and cannabis, if refined then an injection would result in the affected entering a berserker-like enhanced flow state focussed around completing the foremost goal in their minds. It also damages their clothes for some reason."

Ding!

"And that's dial three." Harry mumbled. It had been nearly a month and a half since the Quincy and his friends (and wasn't that a novel concept?) had started exercising and training as a group, and they had actually gained a member to their little crew. Blaise Zabini, as it turned out, had a pre-existing foundation of conditioning due to him taking up fencing when he was younger. Additionally, he was the only slytherin in their year apart from those already in the group that didn't care about blood purity.

As the days passed, the group eventually started developing spirit powers of their own. It seemed that fullbrings were the most common reaction to spirit power in magicals, as the trio of Daphne, Tracy and Su all started seeing the souls of objects around them. The real anomalies were Hermione and Blaise though.

Blaise displayed only some traits of a fullbringer. Specifically the talent for enhancement, whether it was himself or the fencing sabre that he owned. Despite this, his reiatsu was actually closer to that of a hollow's in that it was far more corrosive. He also couldn't see the souls of objects, but could perceive reiatsu that was actively being used.

Hermione meanwhile was demonstrating an unusual situation, in that she had started learning quincy abilities but would occasionally reach inwards for her own power. While useful, most quincies avoided doing so as it attracted more hollows. The closest thing he could equate it to was the one time he felt soul reaper reiatsu from less than five miles away. It was unlikely but if by cosmic coincidence she was a living Pure reaper, then he'd have to get in contact with Urahara again for an asauchi. Making a sword with atmosphere reiatsu would likely be really taxing for someone with normalish reserves.

'Still' Harry thought as he dropped from the rafter he was using as a pullup bar, 'if nothing else our group will never get boring.' grabbing a towel to wipe his face with, the preteen started on his walk back to the ravenclaw dormitories. He needed to make sure all of his gear was working properly, Halloween was coming up and that meant all spiritual entities would be stronger; including any possible hollows.

As he climbed up the moving staircases however, Harry wondered if the other students would manifest their own spirit abilities. Was proximity to something like the hogyoku necessary, or did they just have to be exposed to a certain amount of reiatsu consistently? If they did, who would develop powers? What was the range and required time frame of the exposure if that was needed? The idea of Malfoy being able to weaponize his pride in his name with a fullbring sounded nightmarish after all.

Of course his gryffindor equivalent, Ron Weasley, wouldn't be great either. While a damn sight better than the blonde boy, Weasley had an awful habit of being almost unrealistically biassed towards his house and against Slytherin, and while there was a chance he would grow out of it, that would likely require a situation of significant danger. In other words, something unlikely to happen in school.

There was also something at the back of his mind, an intuition telling him to not drop his guard. Something was going to happen, it was probably going to go off the rails and Harry was going to be right in the thick of it. Without his notice the orange dial glowed slightly. So it was likely time to start the process of achieving a vollstandige, and solidifying his bow. And that meant more endurance training to get ready for Christmas, the only time he'd be able to do it, as well as hindering his ability to do magic while the Sanrei glove was on. Joy.

On the plus side, they were going to be learning the levitation charm soon, so he, hermione and blaise will finally be able to do telekinesis. Or at least it should act as telekinesis from what he'd seen and heard.

"Oh come on!?" Harry groaned into his desk. Su only laughed smugly, as it turned out that the levitation charm merely creates a pillar of variable gravity focused around the object. It's possible to turn it into true telekinesis, but it requires focus and knowledge that first years don't normally have.

Now this isn't to say that the basic levitation charm was bad, as it wasn't, but at the end of the day Harry was a child, and telekinesis is easier to think of applications for. But until he had the arithmantic knowledge to understand the more advanced iterations, he was stuck with the unidirectional spell. Again, it was still cool, but less so than three-dimensional control.

So with already developing instincts, Harry broke out his notepad and began to map out a first draft for his spell. The next twenty minutes were spent brainstorming and testing different versions of the spell, streamlining the process. Lastly, he set up a reiatsu feed one more time to test out the final draft, significantly larger than the previous spells he'd cast.

The centre of the feather glowed lightly, as a concentric array formed under it and established a nigh-invisible transparent pillar formed around the edge. The glow from the feather stem's middle brightened before cutting out, and slowly it raised, staying parallel to Harry's finger.

"Program record. Start. Initial command: set grounded nexus under focus point of program. Secondary command: define range from focus. Tertiary command: add principle of gravity to grounded nexus. Final command: define casting apparatus as control point for principle. Load command chain under designation: gravitas columna." he whispered. The power sign on the wrist lit up again, before going dormant once more.

Harry idly wondered how his other friends were going to do. They were all skilled in magic, although with Neville's incompatible wand he'd likely struggle a tad more than he should, but overall they'd all probably be fine.

As it turned out, things were not fine for one person, that being Hermione.

The day thus far had actually been alright for the bookish girl: she'd gotten up early to join her friends in exercising, went back to her dorm to change into her school uniform and then walked back down with Neville for breakfast with her friends again, before finally going to class.

The first half of lessons was also okay, with Hermione earning some points in herbology before lunch. The problem was during the afternoon charms class, she was one of the first people to achieve the levitation charm, and so acted as help for her classmates that were struggling more, such as Seamus Finnigan who kept on igniting his feather or the source of the issue: Ronald Weasley.

"No, it's pronounced levi-oh-sa, not levio-sah! And stop waving your wand about so erratically, you're going to take someone's eye out!" she snapped. Ron had been angrily trying to cast the spell for the last five minutes to no effect, and had resorted to intermittently glaring at the feather and attempting to levitate it without result. At this point Hermione wondered if he even paid attention to how the spell functioned.

"Well if you're so smart, why don't you do it!" he fired back. Hermione huffed in annoyance and proceeded to cast the spell calmly, remembering the advice to trust her wand in finding the right circle from the nexus archive, the massive library that contains the formulae of every publicly known spell on the planet, even if only most could be accessed by wands.

When Ron snorted and turned away moodily after watching the feather rise, Hermione changed to focus more on her friends and others who might need a hand. If he wanted to repeat what had already failed then she wasn't going to stop him.

Later as the class was exiting professor Flitwick's lecture hall, the youngest male weasley started complaining to his roommates. "She's a nightmare, honestly!" he said loudly. "It's no wonder she doesn't have any friends outside of slimy snakes-" Anything else he had to say was lost when he was knocked on his ass with a right hook.

Looking up to yell at whoever hit him, Ron froze: standing in front of him was Hermione, who was entirely done with his crap. The scariest part was the pressure, making him feel like he was underwater. There was also a vague light shrouding and extending from her hand, but that wasn't noticed due to it being out of his focus compared to Hermione's pissed off expression. The light and its vaguely sword-like shape was, however, noticed by her friends.

"I'm a nightmare?!" she snarled. "You're the biassed asshole who doesn't listen to sense! I was trying to help you, but instead you not only didn't listen to advice, you actively continued doing the wrong thing that could hurt you and others! It's like you live in this consequence-free zone, where nothing matters! Ugh!" Here she took a calming breath. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to be on my own before I punch you again for A. equating my friends to Malfoy and B. ignoring the whole existence of my other friends."

After this speech she stormed off to cool down.

At dinner, Hermione still hadn't shown up and her friends were starting to get worried. While not as developed or strong as Harry's, their own danger senses were all going off right then. The unknown factor of their friend was setting them even more on edge. Thus when Quirrell burst through the great hall doors, they all snapped to attention.

"TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! Thought you ought to know." the professor screamed, before collapsing forwards in a dead faint. There was a moment of quiet, then hell broke loose as students started panicking. In the midst of dumbledore's subsequent orders the spiritually aware of the first years made eye contact, before signing out a plan: Blaise, Tracy and Daphne would all act as a bonus line of defence for if the troll was actually in the dungeons, while Neville, Harry and Su would get Hermione.

As Hermione was washing up in the bathroom after her rant at Weasley, something odd began to happen. Looking into the mirror she saw her normally brown right iris glowing a faint sea green, and a faint, whispery voice started calling her name. So distracted was she that it was only instincts that saved her from being squished by the eight foot long wooden club that just arced down on where she'd been, rolling out of the way.

Backing up, she was met with a terrifying sight: a fifteen foot tall mountain troll, wearing a loincloth and vest as well as a pale snake themed half-mask. Hermione quietly lamented not carrying her new Quincy cross with her as that meant she was extremely limited in what she could do. However even as she did this she dodged another swing from the troll, blurring away from the hit with hirenkyaku.

This cat and mouse game was what Harry, Neville and Su were met with. Acting quickly, Su moved in to push the beast back while Harry provided cover fire and Neville stitched together a debris shield to protect them, which the four rushed behind. "Well this is quite the mess we're in, isn't it?" Harry commented, before he noticed the partial hole in the troll's chest.

As the Slytherin house moved through the dark corridors, the serpentine trio's ominous feeling got worse and worse. This was probably not helped by draco malfoy rapidly switching between whining about the possibility of the troll being down there with them and laughing almost psychotically at the potential danger the other houses might be in. The first option, as it turned out, was a brutal underestimation of what was about to happen.

Their only proper warnings were the disgusting stench and pressure, as rounding the corner were two trolls, both over ten feet tall. Both wearing snakelike, snow white half masks, and both with crescent circles going through their chests. Blaise summarily responded with "oh shit," as the two beasts noticed the large group.

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