Ch: 11

Heyy~ Guess who's back? Well, it ain't me. It's that guy. *Points to a mirror reflection of himself.*

All Kidding aside, I had a question for anyone still looking forward to this story. Early on, I described Sentaro's eternal blade like a zanpakuto but named it differently because he's not a shinigami and his blade's existence is not unique. Since then, I have more identifiably defined the aspects of the blade and any abilities that come from it. Since then, the description at the end of Chapter 1 is now obsolete and incorrect. Should I remove it entirely, update the description with a more accurate list of its abilities, or just not mess with it and list the abilities when I use the blade?

"Speaking"

'Personal Thoughts'

Telepathy

actions

Disclaimer: Don't own RWBY or Bleach. In fact, I don't own any character that resembles any likeness to a game, anime, or media platform.

General P.O.V.

Walking through the fairgrounds, Sentaro had gone from tent to tent, looking for a good place to grab lunch. Following behind him at a more sedate pace was Sans looked almost half asleep as he barely maintained his pace. Chara and Frisk had left them behind, saying something about scamming the scammers that ran the games. He knew they'd be fine. They always knew to stop before causing any serious trouble. Finally finding a good sushi stand, Sentaro would take a seat before pulling on Sans's jacket as he idly walked past. With the smell of good food, he'd finally shake his sleepy slump before ordering. They made sure to order extra which was a good idea as the rest of their team finally arrived, carrying several large stuffed Grimm toys that were far more comical in nature than their real-world counterpart. Picking up a pair of chopsticks, Sentaro would pinch a piece of salmon nigiri before plopping it straight into his mouth. As he enjoyed the sushi, he'd think back to last week, when he had found a reason to go back to that shop.

Flashback-1 Week Ago

Sentaro had gone back to the shop that shouldn't exist once a week for the last month. He went under the excuse of acquiring more candy, but every time he would question the owner more and more. This time, Sentaro wanted to discern how close to the manga this Kisuke and his story actually is, so he'd ask, "You were the founder of the R&D department? Squad 12?" The man nodded. He had already confirmed the existence of hollows, shinigami, and Quincy during another of these discussions, and as such, didn't feel the need to ask about them again. For his next question, he'd ask, "Is Aizen still a manipulative bastard?" Receiving a nod, he'd then ask, "Did he defect?" another nod. "Was he defeated?" This time, he received a shake. The Winter War arc that he remembered had yet to conclude.

Sentaro took a breath before motioning to Kisuke Urahara. Sentaro had to make an agreement with the man to receive the answers he now sought. The man wanted to know about his people and the wider world they were in. Sentaro had learned that their travel across the barrier was an attempt to hide the Jūreichi from Aizen, as the elite of his Soul Society fought his army. The only problem was that the barrier would automatically strengthen itself if it was ever breached, a defense mechanism to prevent escape or the addition of reinforcements. As such, all connection to the spiritual world was supposedly severed, trapping these shinigami and the entirety of Japan's Karakura town in a portion of the world teeming with hordes of monsters that wanted nothing more than the total extermination of humanity. In exchange for all of this, Sentaro had informed them about the variety of Grimm that might come to the town as well as the use of the people's aura and semblance. Explaining Faunus to him, he'd even go into detail about the White Fang. So far, Sentaro had avoided answering any questions about this land's history before the formation of the kingdoms that exist now.

Letting Urahara speak, he'd answer a slew of questions about the kingdoms, from the governments that governed to the standing armies and the independent, or dependent in Atlas's case, huntsman. Finally, when Sentaro spoke again to ask, he asked probably his most yearned question, "Does Ichigo Kurosaki, son of Masaki Kurosaki and Isshin Shiba exist? And if so, is he an active participant in this war?" Urahara would nod his head, though the masculine voice of the cat would deliver the most surprising piece of information to Sentaro, Yoruichi, who since he arrived, had been slowly consuming albacore, had piped up to ask, "Why would an infant be a part of the war?" This had surprised Sentaro. Asking more and more about that family, he'd finally receive the big picture. Ichigo was the youngest of three siblings. His birth was fifteen years later in the family's timeline than it was in the manga. Both of his siblings were the ones he knew to be Yuzu and Karin, but neither were very spiritually inclined. This would set off alarm bells for Sentaro. Hypothetically, if everyone was as strong as they were in the manga and everything was happening along the same timeline, then that means that the Soul Society has no altruistic orange-haired defender. He was less concerned with Aizen than he was knowing how Bleach had ended. There was no one to defeat Ywach. If the connection between his world and the spiritual realms did actually exist like in the manga, then his own world would be put in peril. These were sentiments that he shared with Urahara, less out of a desire to do so, and more out of necessity. He had a strong connection to Earth, less so the people living on it, but to the planet itself. As such, Sentaro would express a desire to see this Karakura, to see if he could find a backdoor to allow the three shinigami access to their Soul Society once again. They had agreed on making the trip after the Vytal Festival ended. He and his team were participating and as such, he had to stay until then. It was then that Urahara offered him access to his training grounds, on the supposed premise that Sentaro had an interest in not seeing the rulership of the realms change.

End Flashback

Finishing their meals, Sentaro would check his scroll to see that he and Sans were needed for the individuals' bracket of the Vytal tournament. Frisk and Chara had been the team to win the duos' bracket since neither he nor Sans were suited to team combat. Paying for his team's food. They'd head off to get ready as the girls finished their food. They'd be in stands anyways, so they were not needed immediately. Taking one of Sans's shortcuts, they'd make their way onto the floating stadium's changing rooms. Going their separate ways, for now, they had agreed to meet each other in the finals. Moving to his locker, Sentaro would input his pin before collecting seven of the nine tanks from his locker. Attaching them to clips on his clothes, he'd use ink magic to meld the tanks to his body. Grabbing the last two, he'd open the first one up, pulling on his power to manipulate the ashes in the container to form his favored combat gear. Placing this one back in the locker, he'd open this one up before grabbing the hilt that was mostly buried in the ashes. Pulling it out slowly, his blade would form along the straight edge of his hilt, creating what looked to be a Japanese Odachi. He had not used this blade in quite some time. Placing it over his back, a sheath would form around it as well as a strap to keep it on. With the remaining ashes in the pod, he'd pull out a katana before bringing it to his back as well where it'd attach itself to the Odachi. Putting this container away, the blades would enter an ethereal form, hiding all but the hilts from view as the blades entered a different plane of existence. Pulling them from their sheaths would pull them back into this plane, but until then, they wouldn't restrict his movements.

Stepping out of the changing room Sentaro heard a buzz as his scroll went off. Opening it up, he'd see a message from Ozpin. Reading it as he headed towards the arena to await his turn, he'd see that someone has been fixing fights. They'd only now noticed this it seems, but the pattern always showed a team from Haven fighting underclassmen in the individuals' bracket. The latest matchup was Yang Xiao Long versus a one Mercury Black. Sighing as he remembered the man dancing with Cinder, he'd message Ozpin back telling him to switch Yang and his opponents. He would discern whether or not this was an attempt at cheating. Seeing the matchup change, he'd stifle a chuckle as he sees that his would-have-been opponent was Sans.

Deciding to head to the waiting room, he'd choose to watch the fight from there. Settling down as he stared at the overhead screen. He'd watch both combatants take the field. Sentaro knew Sans would hold the upper hand in this battle, his ability to dodge surpassed even his agility. Though if this entered into a battle of attrition, he knew Sans would not last. After all, Yang only has to hit him once. As he watched, he'd see Sans put on his usual act, dodging just out of range of her attacks as he fired beam cannons to limit her movements. Sans was an expert at manipulating his opponents, he could always read them like a book. His only real weakness was the sense of honor that the knights of his hometown had instilled within him. Both Frisk and Chara also suffered from this weakness. They always had to allow their opponents a chance to attack. Chara and Frisk would never attack first, but at least Sans had the initiative to try and end the fight quickly. Watching his attacks end, he'd let Yang attempt a few swings, his image blinking out of existence every time she'd nearly hit him, only to appear right behind her. Honestly, Sans would be unbeatable if he wasn't so damn honorable. Watching intently, he'd see them go through a few more rounds, or turns, as his team calls it before Sans finally pinned her with his blue attack. She wasn't allowed to move without taking serious damage and as such, the fight was quickly called. Looking to see Sans as the ever proud sportsman he is, he'd help the girl up, praising her fighting skills from what the announcers said. As they began to walk off the stage, a slight intermission was called as they had to remove the holes from Sans's gaster blasters.

Stepping out of the room, he'd stand and wait for both of them to leave the public eye. They'd of course stop before him as both knew him. Placing his hands on Yang's shoulders, he'd say, "Good job. Sans is a very unpredictable fighter. The fact that you could keep up with him this long speaks volumes of your progress. Sans, how long did it take for you to beat that Winchester boy in the team bout?" "A single turn" Was his response as he gave the girl a pat on her back. "Sans is the strongest CQC fighter of our year. Be proud to have pushed him to stage two." Letting her go, Sentaro would turn to Sans who clearly expected similar praise. Instead, all he got was a slap upside his head. "What did I tell you about abandoning that silly turn-based combat strategy? You could have won much faster if you didn't give her the chance to counterattack!" Yang would be privy to Sentaro dismantling his entire fight to give him critiques. At the end of his drawl and with Sans's pride thoroughly wounded, Sentaro would place a hand on his shoulder and say in a much calmer tone, "Good job." Before sending him off. As Sans passed Yang, she'd see that despite the lecture he'd just received, Sans was smiling.

Walking out into the arena, Sentaro would look around, until he found his teammates sitting one row behind the team RWBY. In the first row was Cinder and the emerald-haired girl as a part of her team. The masked girl was missing, however, though it's not like Cinder seemed to care all that much. Stepping up onto the stage, he'd give a wave to the crowd as the brawler called Mercury joined him up on stage. Walking towards the center, he'd come to a stop less than ten paces away from his opponent. Smirking as he slipped a hand in his pocket, he'd give Mercury a sidelong smirk before giving in to his desire to provoke the boy. Offhandedly, he'd tell the boy, "You know I was her first, right?" Receiving a confused look, Sentaro would grin almost predatorily. "Cinder. I was her first in more ways than one. Those powers she has, I taught her how to control them. I was just a bit saddened when she told me of her desire to learn under someone else, but if I knew she meant that witch, I wouldn't have let her go with just some money and a single night of wild passion." He enjoyed seeing the blush form on the boy's face, but still, he'd push further, "Ah, but you probably wouldn't want to listen to the night we spent together. Instead, I'd much rather hear about how you're handling that emerald-haired girl." He knew he'd found something good when the boy froze up. Grinning eagerly, he'd ask, "So how far have you two gone with each other? I'm willing to bet at least third base. Although, with how she seems to act, I wouldn't be surprised if she's already pushed you down and made sweet sweet lo…" He was cut off not by Mercury but by the focus of their conversation. Even with her skin tone, the blush was still easily visible. "Just shut up and fight already!" She'd shout. He was only talking loudly enough for Mercury to hear. The cameras didn't even transmit audio before the match began as it was the commentator's chance to place their bets on who would win. Liking hammering a nail into place, Sentaro grounded the girl with a single sentence. "I guess the headmaster was right about there being cheaters if you are wearing an earpiece and a microphone right now." The look of dread that spread over the girl soon spread to Cinder as he turned to meet her eyes. As the match began, he didn't even look away at first as he watched her mouth a "Crush him" into her hidden microphone.

Sentaro didn't even bother looking at Mercury as he easily dodged an axe kick from the boy, he just said, "I'll be sure not to damage the sensitive bits on your boy toy too much." Dropping into a leg sweep, Sentaro forced Mercury to jump back as he finally turned to face his opponent. Grinning almost sadistically, he'd tell the boy, "I'm going to break your leg." With this last comment, Sentaro rushed him, immediately getting inside his guard before delivering a palm strike that sent the boy skidding back with the air leaving his lungs. Taking his time to approach his opponent, Mercury used this chance to gain control of his breathing before he'd have to dive to the side to avoid a downward heel kick. Pulling his leg free from the hole his armored boot made, His attire would begin to slowly fold in on itself, twisting as the wave moved up his body. After a certain point, the folding along his clothes would stop, as his coat arms and pant legs were now composed of full plate mail. Lurching forward, Sentaro would narrowly miss his mark as he tried to headbutt Mercury after manifesting his metal helm. As Mercury was forced to stumble back, Sentaro pushed his advantage with a spartan kick. Luckily for the boy, he had raised his arms so Sentaro would only knock him back instead of caving in his chest.

Giving him a chance to regain his bearings, Sentaro would divert some of his focus to structuring the armor he had begun to idly manifest. Soon, what had first appeared as smooth grey armor plating began to darken into a midnight black as swirls of red and purple made their way along faint lines. Each time the lines would finish along one of the plates, the metal would spike out, giving Sentaro's armor far more detail. Once his chest plate had formed in such exquisite detail, Senator would return his gaze to Mercury only to take a step back as he feels a slug impact his chest plate. Looking to see the shell bounce off, Sentaro would catch it in his hand. Holding it up to the lights above them, he'd look it over as the small dent in his armor repaired itself. 'Armor Piercing? It's a good thing I chose magisteel plating or this thing would've put a hole through me.' One of the few things Sentaro had little experience with was slug rounds, and as such, their concentrated velocity had the capacity to pierce his skin.

Tossing the shell over his head, Sentaro would rush Mercury, showing the boy just how fast even he was despite the metal adorning his body. Sidestepping the boy's shells as he fired them from his legs'?' Sentaro soon reached him, his head tilting to the side to avoid one more shell before grabbing his ankle. Lifting him off of the ground, Sentaro would spin him a few times before throwing him to the other side of the stage. Chasing him as he flew, Sentaro would reach him just as he bounced off of the ground, and just before Mercury could catch his footing, he'd grab him by his neck and hold him over his back. With his superior height and metal coverings, Sentaro could hold Mercury there keeping his feet off the ground and tanking his attempts to elbow him. "You have managed to surprise me. For that, I will leave you with your legs intact should you surrender with honor. You deserve to walk out here with your head held high. You are a skilled CQC fighter, but I am not one that can be defeated so easily." With how Sentaro held him, Mercury was being deprived of oxygen. As such, once he felt on the urge of passing out, he'd relent, tapping Sentaro's armor in submission. Dropping him, Sentaro would turn around to face him.

Offering a hand to Mercury, he'd let his chest piece fade into ashes. Helping the boy to his feet, he'd listen as he was declared the victor. Moving to walk past the boy, he'd focus all of his senses on him. If he was indeed involved in cheating, then Mercury would attempt to cheap-shot him. Taking his fifth step past him, he'd suddenly spin as he felt the boy attempt to kick in his skull. With a single elbow strike to his leg, he'd knock him away. As the boy laid on the ground crying out in pain about how he had broken his leg, Sentaro would call out for medical before moving to the boy. Looking up to the screen, he could see the replay showing Sentaro suddenly lashing out at a walking Mercury. Smirking, he'd place his knee on Mercury's chest, pinning him down. "I warned you about breaking your leg. Now hold still while I set your leg to stunt the pain" He didn't even bother with Mercury as the boy tried to stop him from rolling up his pants leg. Sentaro would stop as he looked upon the metal and wires that met his eyes instead of skin and bone. Grabbing his leg tightly, Sentaro did not bother to hold back on his strength and thus the metal was crushed within his grip. Standing, Sentaro would lift Mercury before slamming him onto the stage, shattering the arena's pristine floor. Flinging him hard in the direction of his team, he'd watch as the boy cratered the wall he was planted into. Holding up the leg that he kept his grip on, he'd toss it to the Atlesian soldiers that had moved to stop him. Using a skill to amplify his voice, Sentaro called out for all to hear, "He had a prosthetic! He has no broken bones and felt none of it. But I do promise he will feel what comes next." Jumping off the stage, Sentaro moved to pull him out of the wall before dragging him by his hair over to the Atlesian soldiers. Summoning a small plastic device with two metal prongs at the end, Sentaro presses the metal prongs against Mercury's neck and holds down the side trigger briefly. Sending an electric current through his body, he'd let out one final gurgle of pain before passing out. Handing the device to the center soldier, all he says is "Taser hopefully he doesn't try and cheat anymore," as he walks out of the arena.

Later on, Sentaro would hear about his match, being told that there are calls for his disqualification, but because of Mercury's claims of a broken leg and the revealed prosthetics, which revealed his other leg to be equally as fake as the other, he was now being held in the medical wing under armed supervision. Luckily for him, all the supervisors really cared about is the discrepancy between what they saw and the results of what truly happened.

A.N:

Hey, so quickly, I plan on writing the next chapter right after this one goes up so look forward to that. It isn't often that I get the motivation to write and as such, I plan on using it as much as possible.