Please don't kill me. First things first, I am going to do a Halloween Special. I've got next to no idea what I want to do for said special, but I'll figure it out. Second, I'm also writing a crossover story between My Hero Academia and Fate/Grand Order, in which Izuku has a Quirk that lets him summon servants! At the moment, I've got no idea when it'll be out, or how often I'll be updating it once it comes out, but it's in the works! Be on the lookout for it! With all that over and done with, enjoy the Show!
I gulped at the look in Yoruichi's eyes. The one that, under normal circumstances, I would match. However, these were not normal circumstances. These were confusing, stressful, time-travel filled circumstances. And while both my heart and my dick disagreed, my brain knew that preparing for the Blood War took priority over fucking Yoruichi and Unohana until neither could walk. The mocha skinned goddess leaned in and gave me another searing kiss, reaching out with her right hand to grasp the back of my head and pull me closer as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I couldn't stop myself from kissing back, earning a wonderful moan from the werecat. Fuck, Unohana's actions this morning really did some damage to my resolve. Our mouths parted just enough for each of us to suck in a breath before she crashed against me once again.
Finding the position to be a little uncomfortable, I reached over my right shoulder with my left hand and pulled her to my front. Her legs did not remove themselves from my waist, and her left arm wrapped around the back of my neck as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. I kneeled down onto one of the beds before lowering my torso until Yoruichi was on her back. We separated, and she moved my head to the left as she leaned down to kiss my neck. I rested my forehead on the bed as I tried my best to not give in to the increasing desire to keep the two women with me from sleeping tonight.
'Goddamit, just fuck 'em into next week. They're literally asking for it.' There was Shiro, representing the voice of my dick.
'How did it go with Momo?'
'I'll tell ya after ya fuck these two stupid.' The goddess under me immediately noticed my inattentiveness, and responded by rocking her hips against mine. I grunted and failed to keep from grinding into her. The sound she made because of that was not helping. Someone crawled onto my back, hands roaming everywhere.
"If I remember correctly," Unohana whispered sensually into my right ear, "The personalities of your zanpakuto were based on your desires and instincts. What are they saying now?" She finished by licking and sucking on my earlobe.
"Shiro is telling me to screw you both until you can't see straight." My breath hitched as my nurse slid her body up and down my oil-soaked back.
"And Ossan?" Yoruichi moaned as she ground against my dick.
"He's not saying anything," I huffed, "Which basically means he's in agreement."
"Two-thirds of your soul are telling you to rock our worlds." The werecat purred. "And you definitely want to, so why the hell aren't you?"
"Oh, I don't know, because I have to prepare an entire army for the single bloodiest war in history, and I have three years to do it?" I growled, though that was from the effort of not slamming my hips down into Yoruichi's.
"How does that answer my question?"
"I have shit to do." I hissed through the two women palming my erection in sync.
"Indeed, and their names are 'Unohana' and 'Yoruichi'." The raven haired medic sighed into my ear. My right hand shot down and slapped the mocha skinned goddess ass, a breathy moan being my reward.
'Shiro.' I mentally snarled.
'You know that wasn't me, King.' I could hear his shit-eating grin, and it pissed me off a little that he was right. I came to the realization that there was no way I was getting out of this situation without someone getting off, and growled lowly. Both women purred in delight at the sound. An idea popped up in my head, and a savage grin grew on my face, which brought an excited grin to Yoruichi's face.
"Oh~? Has the beast finally come out to play~?"
"A game."
"What's it called? 'Are the girls walking tomorrow?'"
"You'll see. It involves a wager." Golden eyes shined mischievously.
"Oh, I love it when there's stakes."
"They're pretty simple. I win, we stop. You win, we don't."
"Hefty stakes there." The captain on my back hummed. "What's the game?"
"If I can make you pass out with my mouth." The grin on Yoruichi's face grew wider at my words.
"Well, don't you know how to get a girl excited?"
"Does that include both of us?" Unohana questioned.
"Fuck it, sure."
"We'll get to that later. Right now, we need to fix the issue of you and I being overdressed." The ex-captain below me purred, clearly impatient to get the action started. I rested my palms on either side of her head, causing her to 'eep' in surprise. She blinked up at me right before I crashed my lips onto hers. She moaned happily and wrapped her arms around my neck as her legs tightened around my waist. I gave in to my urges, and brought my hips forward to rub against hers. A far more pleased moan passed between her lips, muffled by my mouth. A measured slip of my knees, and my weight pressed against her core, drawing out a much longer and louder moan from the chocolate skinned woman below me. A pair of hands rubbed my shoulders, and a mouth came close enough to my ear that I could feel the lips occasionally connect.
"While you're servicing her, what shall I do?" She purred. I ended the kiss with Yoruichi to turn my head enough for my nurse to see my eyes.
"Wait your turn." I ordered. As I felt her shudder on my back, and 'something' drip onto me from above, I returned my focus to the goddess. Although I was tempted, I didn't continue kissing her breathless. Knowing I could get so into this I could forget about the game, I instead leaned down to trail kisses down her throat. She seemed more than appreciative, especially once I brought my right hand down.
Some perks of being a time-traveler were that I already knew my partner's kinks. For example, how Yoruichi loved it when I ripped her clothes. I fisted the fabric covering her collarbone, and pulled, the suit she wore tearing apart easily under my strength. I both heard and felt her delight, through her happy giggle and how the wet spot between her legs grew. The wet spot would be dealt with soon, but I had something else to pay attention to.
Ripping open her suit had the wonderful side-effect of making her boobs jiggle at the sudden freedom, and it had instantly captured my focus. Then again, it always did. Now that nothing was in the way, I was all too happy to kiss my way down to her chest. I tossed the fabric still held in my right hand away before I brought the hand to play with her left tit. The size was perfect, too large to fit in my hand, but just barely enough so that I wanted to try. And try I did. With her nipple poking the middle of my palm, I groped, massaged, and molded her breast to my heart's content as my mouth endeavored to kiss every inch of her right tit, since I technically hadn't done that with her yet. She sighed and moaned without restraint, which was all the encouragement I needed to continue. Once my mouth got to her nipple, I sucked it between my lips and began toying with the hard nub with my tongue. I glanced at Yoruichi out the corner of my eye, seeing she was panting and moaning from the combination of my hips still rocking against hers and my actions with her tits. An evil idea manifested in my mind, and I didn't even question whether it had come from me or not. A moment to pay attention to the timing of my hands, mouth and hips, and…
The mocha skinned goddess twitched and moaned erotically as her legs squeezed and her hands tightened around the back of my head. I had slammed my hips into hers while simultaneously pinching and pulling her left nipple, and biting softly on her right. Her face, as always, was painfully arousing, with her eyes rolling up slightly and her smile growing senseless for a wonderfully long moment. I lifted my mouth from her boob, a trail of saliva connecting my lips to her nipple, and grinned viciously once her eyes cleared.
"One." I growled lowly. She gulped subconsciously, not yet having regained the faculties to process my statement, and snapped to my right hand as it slid from her tit down her stomach. She was too focused on my hand grasping the fabric of her leggings to spot my wolfish grin.
She gulped again with a smile slowly beginning to grow as I relieved her of her last article of clothing. I leaned forward, purposefully skimming past her lips as I reached her ear.
"Now onto the main course." Both women shuddered. I had momentarily forgotten Unohana. She would continue to wait until I was done. I fixed my knees and prepared my hips. This move was always a little tricky, but pulling it off was always worth it. Once my right hand finished removing Yoruichi's leggings, leaving her nude, dripping wet, and impatient, I moved my left hand. Locking my hips, I slapped both my palms onto the chocolate skinned goddess's ass cheeks, and slid her up the bed as she squealed in shock and pleasure. A moment later, and I was face-to-pussy with Yoruichi, with my hands holding onto her thighs firmly and her legs thrown over my shoulders. She opened her mouth just as I began, and whatever she was going to say melted into a loud moan. Her head fell back onto the bed and her hands found their way in my hair as she tried to push me deeper into her pussy. I couldn't get myself to tease her, instead driving my tongue in between her folds and hunting for where I knew her weak spots were. One of her more ecstasy-filled moans became strangled when I found what I was looking for, and then I turned merciless. I let go of her left thigh with my right hand, completely unaffected by how she was squeezing me, and continued devouring her as I focused on her clit with my fingers. Her screams were music to my ears.
Her hips bucked, which momentarily brought her pussy away from my face. I would not have that. I let go of her right thigh, reaching around her hips with my left hand and capturing her ass in an iron grip. I pulled her closer, and lifted my eyes to her face as I continued, with the possibility of her getting away now nonexistent. She eventually looked down, and her golden orbs became trapped by my brown ones.
It brought her over the edge.
I did not stop. She tried to form words, probably to warn me that she was sensitive (which I already knew), or to ask me for a moment to breathe. She found herself unable to speak as I twisted my head and got her screaming in orgasm again. I lapped everything up with deadly efficiency, and kept going. She shook, and her legs twitched as I adjusted my right hand and speared my thumb into her pussy. Her head fell again, her mouth open as her orgasm face came in full-force. Her hips attempted to buck against my face, but I drove my face deeper as I pushed her hips closer with my left hand, keeping said hips from moving.
Her screaming was suddenly muffled, and I looked up to see Unohana having left my back, now on top of the goddess of flash. They were heavy in a make-out session, the medic straddling the ex-captain as their boobs mashed together. What little I could see of their faces through the gap between their tits was of them locked in a tongue war. One of Unohana's hands was right in front of me, fingering herself vigorously with two fingers, and her other hand was unseen from my position. I was mildly saddened that I could no longer watch Yoruichi's face, but the view of my nurse abusing her vagina and the breasts of the two women mashing against each other made up for it. I returned my focus to my task, wiggling my tongue as deep as it could go into Yoruichi's pussy. I was rewarded another loud moan, sharp spasm, and gushing liquid into my mouth. Ah, she was squirting. That meant she was pretty close to passing out from sheer pleasure.
The heel of my palm ground against the clit before me as I drove my thumb deeper and more vigorously into her snatch, making sure to time both with the movements of my tongue. Movement caught my eye, and through the boob-window, I saw Yoruichi's head lol on the pillow with a glazed look in her eyes and a delirious smile on her face. The view disappeared a moment later as the captain of the 4th began attacking the ex-captain of the 2nd's neck as her hands came up to play with the mocha-colored breasts. The former-assassin's moans melted to semi-conscious panting from the overwhelming pleasure, and I went for the kill. I twisted my hand so that my middle and ring finger shot into her pussy, while at the same time flicking one of Yoruichi's weak spots with my tongue.
I was rewarded by a gush of fluid, a heavenly scream, and violent spasming. Unohana paused her ministrations and raised her torso, allowing me to see the goddess of flash passed out on the bed, a dumb smile on her face and her body trembling from lingering pleasure. The sight brought me satisfaction, but I glanced up a little in remembrance that I wasn't done. I slipped myself out from under the mocha skinned woman's legs and sat up. I felt wetness covering my mouth and slowly drippling down my chin, but I neglected to wipe it off. I was about to continue with Unohana anyway, so there wasn't any point. I pressed myself up against my nurse's back, feeling light shudders flow across her body. My right hand snaked around and captured her left breast in its hold as I brought my mouth up to her right ear.
"That's about to be you, you know." The raven haired beauty gulped, and I saw her shudder in excitement. I released her boob and lowered my hand to hold her midsection before I picked her up with ease. Her breath hitched at the action before I lowered her down onto her back next to the unconscious ex-captain. Once she saw my face, another shiver went down her body, her gazed focused on my dripping mouth. She watched me as I grabbed her by the back of her thighs and lifted her legs to her shoulders. Seeing her core glistening from her fingering herself, I smirked and leaned down.
"Wait." I blinked and raised my eyes to meet hers, seeing her sapphire orbs swirling with lust. "It would be impolite of me to have you service me without reciprocating in kind." I was far too experienced with her to buy that she just wanted to be kind.
"You just want me to be rough with you now that I'm actively participating." I accused. Her eyes shined and she licked her lips.
"I do."
"Fine." Without warning, I shifted my grip to hold her by her sides and lifted her again, receiving a soft squeak in response. Far too excited to be gentle, I flopped myself down onto the bed next to Yoruichi and placed my nurse down on my face. The raven haired woman sighed in relief and pleasure as she sat up and gyrated her hips against my mouth. I growled and palmed her ass with both hands, squeezing and molding it as I desired. Her sighs quickly became soft moans, and she switched from gyrating to grinding down. My mouth found its way to her pussy, and I wasted no time attacking it, assisting her in bringing her core closer by adjusting her position using my grip on her ass. Her weight shifted, and I felt my hakama come undone. She pulled the cloth down to my knees, where I proceeded to kick them off. Just like how I didn't hesitate to attack her pussy, she didn't hesitate to swallow my dick. She didn't waste time making a show of it since I couldn't see her, and she didn't take it slow, probably due to her own excitement. She grabbed the base, and inhaled half of my member on her first go, a wondrous combination of pleasured moan and aroused gag sounding from her throat at the action.
In response to the wonderful feeling of her throating me like a mad woman, I turned it up a notch. My left hand rose to slap her ass, and I caught the cheek I slapped rippling in my peripheral. My right let go of her other cheek as it slipped down, my middle and ring fingers slipping in between her folds eagerly as they pumped in time with the movements of my tongue. Just like with Yoruichi, it took almost no time at all to find Unohana's weak spots. When I did, I was gifted with the spine-tinglingly wonderful sensation of the raven haired beauty taking the entirety of my member down her throat before moaning and gaging erotically. I released a guttural moan into her pussy as she came into my mouth.
She deserved a reward for that. My cock was halfway out of her throat when she paused from my adjusting my legs so my knees were up and my feet were flat on the ground. She immediately understood my intentions, releasing an erotic moan that displayed her excitement as she fixed her position. From the sound of it, her hands now rested on the bed on either side of my waist. Her mouth was positioned high enough that only my tip was between her lips, and her tongue was doing wonderful things to it as she waited for me to begin.
I didn't have her wait long. I struck a weak spot inside her pussy with my fingers and tongue each as I speared my hips up, slapping her ass at the same time for good measure. Her resulting moan as my dick shot into her throat was loud, erotic, and filthy. A wave of liquid rushed into my mouth, and the corners of my lips curled up. Her moan persisted as I jackhammered into her throat while still devouring her. The vibrations of her throat, accompanied by its tightness, were bringing me close to the edge.
I had gone a little easy on Yoruichi because she was unaware of her feelings towards me, and her teasing was just standard word play. But Unohana had been fully aware of both her and my feelings, and had been physically teasing me at every turn. She was deserving of some punishment. The fact that she enjoyed such punishment was just incentive. I shifted my right arm so that my wrist was between her doughy cheeks and my hand was still vigorously slamming into her cunt with wet slaps. This gave me the freedom to reach around with my left arm to grab the back of my nurse's head in an iron grasp. She wouldn't be able to escape, even if she wanted to. She made a noise in response that was halfway between curiosity and anticipation. A moment later, I flipped us. My right arm supported her lower body while my knees came down to make sure I had proper support to continue fucking her face. A sound between a squeak and a moan that was much more excitement than surprise leaked from her throat. At the same time, something else leaked from a different pair of lips, and it was far tastier. Now that the back of her head could be supported by the bed under her, I moved my left hand again, sliding it around to fondle her tits. I growled, knowing she loved the sound, and rocketed my hips down into Unohana's throat, having far more power in my thrust thanks to the position.
The noise that came out from her was somewhere between a loud gag, whorish scream, and erotic moan, muffled by my cock in her throat. It was a filthy sound, sending pleasant shivers down my spine for several reasons, and encapsulated all of her happiness, pleasure, and arousal. And it was made all the better thanks to the position allowing me to drive even deeper down her throat than the previous position permitted. Her hands wove around my hips, groped my ass, and did her best in helping me put as much power into my thrusts as possible as I violated her throat exactly like she wanted me to. Not once throughout all this did I ease in my ministrations with her cunt. If anything, thanks to my weight going down towards her pussy, my actions were increased in their effectiveness.
I began scissoring my fingers in her pussy as my mouth left her core, switching my focus to her clit, which had received little attention until now. Her legs squeezed my head, which was an amazing feeling, as I latched my mouth onto the nub and directed the majority of my attention to it. That action alone caused her to cum again, and the vibrations of her throat as she moaned tipped me over the edge. I snarled in pleasure as I drove my member into her throat as deep as possible, releasing everything that had been building up into her gullet. She was all too happy by the display, and equally as turned on from it. Gagging and slurping noises began as she twisted her head in an effort to take more of my dick into her throat. Her tongue wiped my cock clean while two-thirds were still down her throat and I felt one of her hands reach down to massage my balls in hopes that more of my spunk would come out.
To her very audible happiness, I lifted my hips before I returned to pounding her throat like I hated her. I knew both from previous experience and the gush of liquid from her pussy that she absolutely loved it. I jabbed my fingers into a weak spot of hers as my tongue reacquainted itself with the inside of her cunt, and received another loud moan as she came. My left hand removed itself from her tits once something else for it to focus on came to my attention. I would've happily kept abusing her breasts until we were done, but I wanted to introduce her to more pleasure. But some preparation was required. And I had a wonderfully evil idea for how to prepare.
My hand and mouth left her pussy, and I used my left hand to sit up as I slipped my cock from her throat. She whined as her eyes remained focused on my dick, completely slathered in her spit to the point that it dripped, with threats of saliva connecting it to her lips. I brought my middle and ring fingers up to her lips, and was pleased to see she required no order as she took both into her mouth and sucked them hungrily. There was a swirl of anticipation and curiosity in her eyes, clearly having no idea what I planned to do. Once I decided that my fingers were properly lubed up, I drew my hand back and brought the tip of my member to her lips once again. She happily locked her lips around my dick, eager to receive more of the same treatment as before. I obliged, snapping my hips forward. Without my hand and torso to hold her in place, her body jiggled from the force I used. The sight of her boobs bouncing from the force as her body shook was heavenly. But what I was about to do would be more than heavenly for her. I leaned down with a smirk, lowering my right hand first to continue jabbing my fingers into my cunt. I then lowered my mouth, stabbing my tongue between her soaking lips and focusing on her weak spots.
Finally, I took the spittle-soaked fingers of my left hand and wiggled them into her asshole. The loudness and sensuality of her moans doubled, and I'm sure she would've been panting if she could've. I toyed with the tight rim to loosen it before I drove my fingers up to the second knuckle into her hole. Her throat tightened around my dick and vibrations rocked it as Unohana moaned filthily, unprepared for such pleasure as I was sprayed by her cunt. Her hips, which previously were easily kept in place by my right hand, spasmed upwards as her legs squeezed as tight as they could around my head. Ignoring the pressure was simple, thanks in no small part to my unmatched durability. She remained frozen in that position for several seconds as she came harder than she had possibly ever, before loosening her hold and practically falling limp under me. But not completely limp. Which meant my job wasn't done. So I didn't stop, continuing to devour her pussy while my hands worked on both of her holes and my cock continued abusing her throat. Almost instantly, I received another wave of liquid to the face, but I didn't slow.
Her moans slowly melted to half-conscious whimpers, and I jabbed my fingers in her ass one more time, her juices dripping down from her cunt to mix with the saliva covering my fingers. Her legs fell from my head to the bed, and her hands dropped with soft thumps. With a soft grunt, I rose up, slipping out from Unohana's throat while I did so. I looked down, and was greeted by the sight of my nurse unconscious, with her eyes rolled back into her head.
I released a sigh, immediately taking notice that I now was less stressed than I could actively recall ever being. A smile floated onto my face, and I carefully picked up the captain of the 4th before turning her around so her head was level with the still unconscious Yoruichi. Unable to muster up any level of care, I grabbed my discarded hakama and cleaned both myself and my partners off, before tossing away the article of clothing once more. Feeling exhaustion slowly manifest in my body, I slipped in between the women, who immediately subconsciously curled into me as I pulled the blanket over us. Feeling content and refreshed, I wrapped my arms around the women flanking me, and closed my eyes to go to sleep. It came quickly.
Toshiro Hitsugaya woke to immediately see a note on his nightstand. It was white, folded to stand on its own, and the words upon it were written in black ink.
I am waiting in your living room. I will answer any questions you have once you join me.
-Ossan
As he stared blankly at the paper, the desire to remain in bed and pretend the note didn't exist grew steadily. Kurosaki had proved to be an incredible source of irritation from just entering the Soul Society. Time traveling just made it worse, from explaining that he apparently met the requirements to be the next Soul King, manifesting his zanpakuto spirits as if it were a menial thing instead of arguably the most difficult part of Bankai training, and now having said spirits enter his home. Toshiro had always been a responsible man, especially so since becoming a captain, and yet the orange-haired hybrid was making the white haired prodigy tempted to ignore those responsibilities within a week and a half of entering his life.
Just waking was far too early to be in need of a drink.
Sighing heavily, the prodigy got up and began his morning routine. It was petty of him to purposefully take his time, he knew. But Kurosaki's zanpakuto deserved it for sneaking into his home while the captain was asleep. He enjoyed his shower, double checked that he brushed every spec of uncleanliness from his teeth, and even adjusted his clothes a few times to make sure they were comfortable. And then with a huff, he entered his living room.
Just for the cherry on top, the prodigy didn't acknowledge the cloaked man with the unruly brown hair and orange sunglasses sitting before the captain's dining table. The icy captain pretended the spirit didn't exist as he journeyed to his kitchen to make breakfast. The responsible part of him made the spirit a cup of tea, but the petty part of him refused to go out of his way to make tea the Quincy would like. Once he was finished, Toshiro entered the dining room with a pair of cups and a plate of food, passing one cup to the spirit before digging into his meal. The Quincy silently accepted the drink with a nod of thanks.
"You said you would answer my questions?" The manifestation nodded once again. "How did you enter my home?" The white haired prodigy had no doubt that neither Kurosaki nor the spirit before him would do something like this without a good reason, so other questions took priority.
"As a manifestation, I can appear anywhere so long as my wielder has sufficient reiatsu to support it. The farther the distance, the more reiatsu it requires. Ichigo has sufficient reiatsu storages that I could manifest nearly anywhere in Soul Society without issue." So the Quincy simply appeared within Toshiro's home. And Kurosaki's hollow could appear within his home on a whim. Wonderful.
"And why did you come to me today?"
"The Captains take priority in training. Strengthening the more powerful fighters is more valuable in preparing for war than bringing the weaker up to par."
"Then I can only assume my training begins today." The captain sighed. "Why did you have the need to appear in my home, then? Why not confront me about this at the Squad 10 barracks?"
"Efficiency. Your training will span the whole of this day. If you wish to journey to your barracks, it will be for the purpose of informing them that you will be training elsewhere today only."
"I have no choice in this?"
"I regret to say that none of us can afford choice in our current situation. If we are not properly prepared for the Wandenreich, then the reason for Ichigo having come back here would have been in vain." The white haired captain watched the spirit before him for a long moment, before he lowered his gaze with a downtrodden look.
"I understand you and your wielder must get this a lot, but was the war with the Quincy really that bad?"
"Indeed, it was. Worry not for my exasperation, I am fully understanding that none here experienced the war, and thusly could not understand the truth of its terribleness. You are aware that the war lasted for seven years?"
"I am."
"Then I pray this assists in your understanding. After the Opening Assault, there was not a single day that went where someone did not die." The prodigy's head snapped up in shock and horror. "On the good days, the deaths numbered in the hundreds. For the majority of the war, the deaths were only of either unseated or very low seated Shinigami. If a month went by where no one of significance was killed, it was cause for celebration. I pray we do not have to repeat this too many more times before it is understood, but Ichigo and Urahara were truly the only ones remaining after the war." Toshiro blinked before staring into his cup as he individually processed each statement.
In the Seireitei alone, there were several hundred thousand Shinigami. In the Rukongai, there were several hundred thousand more protecting the millions of denizens. All of them were gone in the time Kurosaki came from. According to Ossan's words, and the average amount of citizens per district, entire districts were purged of those residing within over the span of, at maximum, three weeks.
The thought churned his stomach.
"Then we must waste no time talking." He couldn't finish his breakfast with thoughts like that running through his mind. He dumped what was left in the trash and washed his dishes before turning to Ossan, who was now standing. "We're going to Squad 10 to inform them that I will spend the day training, then you will direct me to a suitable training area." The spirit nodded.
"I will remain hidden for most of the journey. The path that we will be taking will have us pass the areas watched by the Wandenreich, and I most absolutely cannot be seen. I bear the visage of their leader, Yhwach, and if I am seen, our singular advantage will be completely done away with. I will give you directions though alterations to the environment, pay attention." The prodigy nodded and walked off, needing no directions to get to his squad. He rushed, having decided that he wasted too much time already being petty to Ossan and asking questions. He grabbed the first seated officer he found, his fifth seat, and didn't bother with a greeting.
"I will be training on my own today. Relay the message to Matsumoto-fukutaicho." The officer barely even got the chance to open his mouth before the prodigy turned and left. The thought of the potential destruction the Wandenreich would cause terrified the captain like nothing else. It also made him determined to become strong enough to stave it off. As soon as the icy captain left the Squad 10 barracks, he stopped to search for anything in the environment that seemed different. It did not take him long, if he wasn't just seeing things.
There was a chip in the wall in front of the prodigy, off to the right, and shaped like an arrow leading to the right. He followed it, and he passed four intersections before he encountered another similarly shaped marking, pointing left.
This would test his patience.
It also was probably done on purpose to test his patience.
Hell would freeze over before he would admit defeat to wall carvings. The journey ended up taking nearly an hour, most of it spent searching for the fingernail-sized chips in the wall. But, when it was over, he found himself within a dark, chilly cavern. It was a suitable training ground. The cold never bothered him, anyway. Ossan was standing stoically at the opposite end of the cavern, a hint of pride in his gaze.
"I expected you to take longer at this point in time."
"So I'm already a step ahead? Good." The Quincy spirit nodded.
"Indeed. Our training will serve the purpose of strengthening your mind." The Quincy's arms came out from hiding within his cloak, and Kurosaki's smaller Shikai blade was clasped within the spirit's left hand. "Your task is to learn how to use your matured Bankai while surviving until you enter it." The eyes of the icy captain narrowed. It had been drilled into the prodigy that Bankai was a last resort, only used if nothing else could defeat the enemy. He was generally uncomfortable with using it as soon as the battle began, but this training was for his Bankai specifically, so he could make an exception.
"Bankai, Daiguren Hyorinmaru!" The white-haired Shinigami roared as icy formed over his body. The spirit gave no warning at all before twin arrows of sapphire screamed towards the ice-wielder. Instinctively, Toshiro brought his wings in front of him, blocking the arrows easily.
"You have failed." The prodigy's mind stopped for a moment. His emerald eyes blinked in confusion and he allowed his wings to retreat to hang at his back as he stared at the Quincy.
"…What?"
"Exit your Bankai."
"But-"
"This is part of your training. Leave your Bankai." The captain was completely lost as to what had just happened, what was currently happening, even, but he did as asked. "Enter your Bankai once again."
"What?"
"I am teaching you in how to use your matured Bankai. In order for you to properly understand how to use it, you must come up with the strategy yourself."
"You failed me as soon as I blocked your first strike!"
"I did. Ask yourself why, and you may find the answer." The spirit's right arm practically melted into his torso, from how seamlessly it hid in the cloak. The Quincy's sword arm remained out, but his stance gave off the impression that he would only attack once the prodigy entered his Bankai. Which left the white-haired prodigy ample time to think over how he failed.
He said the purpose of this training is to teach me how to use my matured Bankai, and he just explained I would have to figure out how to use it myself. He failed me when I blocked his strike with my wings, maybe it's how I blocked it? Perhaps I don't have my wings in my matured Bankai?
"Ossan, will you give me an answer if I ask you a question?"
"My response or lack thereof will depend entirely on the nature of the question." Well, might as well try it, then.
"Did you fail me because I blocked your strike with my wings?"
"Yes."
"Do I have wings in my matured Bankai?"
"Yes." That threw the captain for a loop. If he was failed for blocking with his wings, but not because he could not defend with his wings, then what was he failed for? Toshiro brought a hand to his chin in concentration. A thought came to him.
"If I enter my Bankai, will we begin this test again?"
"Yes."
"And we will repeat this test until I succeed?"
"Yes."
"Will there be any consequences if I fail?"
"No." So, he essentially had indefinite test-runs to figure out the problem and gather information. Then it was time to test the first theory.
"Bankai, Daiguren Hyorinmaru!" Just like previously, two arrows shot towards the captain. This time, he kept his wings back and blocked the projectiles with his sword. The attacks broke against the blade, and Toshiro waited for any sound of failure. He was rewarded with Ossan disappearing in a speed technique unknown to the prodigy. Before the captain could begin to contemplate why he had not failed yet, the cloaked spirit was in front of him. The white-haired Shinigami blocked the downwards slash, and struggled to remain standing under the surprising strength of the Quincy's strike. Who suddenly stood straight and returned his blade to his side?
"You have failed. Exit your Bankai." Once again, the emerald-eyed man was left lost, blinking in confusion. The spirit turned around to presumably walk back to his original position, and the ice enshrouding the captain broke apart.
The prodigy's mind was running at hundreds of miles per hour. He was allowed to block the arrows with his blade, but clashing against the spirit failed him? He compared the second test to the first. It was the act of blocking with his wings that failed him. Why? His eyes widened a fraction as he realized the difference. When he blocked with his wings, he lost sight of his opponent. With his blade, his eyes retained the ability to watch the spirit. But the trick couldn't be basic combat tips like that, otherwise he wouldn't have failed when Ossan clashed blades with him. Or was it? Toshiro had been struggling under the pressure behind the strike, he was essentially at his opponent's mercy in that moment.
Wait. Wait, wait, waitwaitwait! He was correct, it couldn't be basic combat, because the captain couldn't have anticipated the strength behind the spirit's strike. The failure was in allowing the spirit to clash blades with him when he was unaware of the Quincy's strength! A theory formed within the prodigy's mind, and he thought back to the first test. He had failed because he blocked his sight of the opponent, losing the ability to keep track of their movements. In the second test, he failed when he clashed blades with an opponent whose strength was greater than his.
In both instances, he lost control of the fight.
Time to put the theory to the test.
"Bankai, Daiguren Hyorinmaru." The white-haired Shinigami breathed again. The arrows flung at Toshiro, and this time he flung a narrow wave of ice at the projectiles, only wide enough to defend against the cerulean streaks of light and allowing him to maintain sight of his opponent. Once the attacks dissipated, Toshiro shunpo'ed in time with his opponent, darting to the left and shooting back a low wave of ice to trap the spirit's legs. It failed, and Ossan's blade stabbed forth to fire a volley of arrows at the captain. The ice wielder shot to the right, moving his left wing to cover his body, but not block his sight. He caught the hint of a proud smile twitch onto the Quincy's spirits, and that all but confirmed the prodigy's theory.
So his mature Bankai required him to maintain control of the battlefield. He doubted the spirit would inform him of why, so that meant his only method of acquiring the knowledge was through passing the test. The Quincy stopped randomly, causing Toshiro to stop as well.
"It seems you have understood how to use your matured Bankai."
"Maintaining control of the battlefield." The captain confirmed.
"Now to see if you are up to the task of maintaining control long enough for your mature Bankai to be activated." The white-haired Shinigami glanced over his shoulder, seeing the ice petals floating between his wings completely undamaged.
"This is going to be a long test."
"If I remember correctly, it takes an hour for all the petals to break. Impressive, considering the resulting feat."
"Of forcefully aging me? It's not permanent, is it?"
"It is not, though you must wait the same length of time if you wish to enter your mature Bankai again."
"Fair enough. I imagine the time is only reduced by reducing the amount I need to age or increasing my reiatsu storage to charge my energy quicker."
"I pray that, in this timeline, you live long enough to confirm that." The emerald orbs of the prodigy hardened and he shifted into a ready stance.
"I pray I become strong enough to." The spirit slid into his own battle stance and the fighters locked eyes for a long moment. And then they shot forward in their respective speed techniques.
Sorry for the (sorta) cliffhanger! And if the second half of this feels rushed, I couldn't think of a smooth transition from Toshiro leaving his house to getting to the training ground!
Next Chapter: Releasing the Demon