Sup everyone! This fic is about to EARN it's M rating, in every way it knows how, so this is your only in-story warning! Enjoy the show!

I woke up to a morning so perfect that a chill went down my spine. Sure, I only slept maybe four hours, but it was a blissful four hours without nightmares. My bed was warm, and I recognized that both Yoruichi and Unohana were under the covers with me. Unohana had joined me in my bed last night, despite my mild protests, and the werecat probably just found her way there. As per usual when either was in my bed, my arms were around them as their heads rested on my chest. The goddess of flash had her arms around my stomach, and the First Kenpachi had an arm holding both of us in her embrace. We each were clad in our sleepwear: Me in sweatpants, my tank top having been discarded at my nurse's request. Yoruichi had stolen my tank top, and was most likely only wearing it. Unohana was not wearing her nightgown. She was naked. I'm sure she waited until I was asleep to strip. I did my best to ignore her state of dress, and failed miserably as she shifted in her sleep and rubbed her body against my side. Focusing on the ceiling above me didn't help anything. The raven haired medic's right leg swung over mine and I distinctly felt that she was indeed not wearing anything. Realizing laughter was not bouncing around my head, I thanked the Soul King that Shiro was asleep. It made my predicament ever so slightly less stressful. Then I realized I was not getting any wise advice either, and cursed the man out because Ossan was asleep too.

My breath hitched, and my train of thought came to a screeching halt as a soft hand glided over my clothed erection. My brown eyes shot down to lock with amused and sadistic blue.

"And what do we have here~" My nurse sultrily whispered as she slowly slid her hand along my sweat-pant clad member. I gulped and my eyes flicked to the still dozing Yoruichi. I felt a brief moment of relief as Unohana's hand left only for my stress to come flooding back in as her hand passed under my waistband and grabbed me directly. The blanket was tossed away to only cover our feet and ankles, before her other hand came up to my left cheek and turned me to lock eyes with her again. I stifled a groan as she pulled my member out of my sweatpants, somehow managing to not change her rhythm at all as she pumped me. It was hell restraining myself as she made a show of opening her mouth and dragging her tongue across her lips in the sauciest way I had ever seen. Slowly and erotically, she leaned down and kissed my right nipple as she pressed herself as completely as she could to my side and slid down. Her soft breasts mashed against my torso, and I felt her nipples scrape down my body as I tried to ignore her wet pussy sliding down my thigh. I grunted and my hand twitched with the effort to not give in to her as she licked and kissed damn near every fiber of muscle she passed as she trailed down towards my crotch. It was so difficult to not give in that I couldn't even muster enough in me to get her to stop, and I could see it in her eyes that she knew it.

She reached my dick, hummed in approval at my baldness, and then erotically slid her hand up as she licked the base. Pre-cum leaked from my tip, and saliva coated the bottom as she took measure to trail her tongue over every inch she could going up. As my member slowly became covered in more and more fluids, her hand pumped me in increasingly smoother strokes. She even took advantage of the fact that her fingers couldn't go all the way around to lick and stroke in reverse directions, her hand coming down and passing her tongue as she slid it up. Her lust-filled eyes were locked onto mine the whole time, and it simultaneously made everything better and worse. Her right hand, which had been holding my cheek this whole time, suddenly moved, and Unohana made sure I watched it. It ghosted down my body, her fingertips brushing against my muscles and going past my thigh, before switching bodies to rest against her collarbone and teasingly dancing down. As she passed her right boob, she groped it, massaging the breast and pinching her pink nipple before twisting and pulling it every which way. She made a show of moaning softly, beckoning me to grope and mold her tits like she was doing to herself. When she let go, her nipple was slightly red and noticeably stiff. Then she slid her hand down her stomach, aiming towards her vagina before suddenly sliding it around to her backside to flatten itself against her ass. She raised it a few inches before slapping it down, a wonderfully seductive sound erupting from her action. Her hand groped her ass, making sure I could see how doughy it was, before she finally slid the hand between her thighs. She stuck the hand deeply into her core, and let out a moan so erotic and sultry that I shuddered. Yoruichi wiggled a little in her sleep at the arousing sound, and my eyes snapped to her in panic, only for them to widen as the situation got worse. The wiggling caused my tank top to slide on her body, one of her brown nipples sliding out as the hem of the shirt rode up her hips slightly, her pussy playing peak-a-boo as she shifted.

My attention was forced back to Unohana as I felt her mouth latch onto my balls. Her eyes trapped mine again as she pumped my shaft, wet with fluids, rhythmically and erotically. The sight of her fingers teasing my glans and her thumb rubbing my frenulum whenever her hand reached the tip pleasured me as much as the actions themselves did, and I barely suppressed a groan. All the while, her lips massaged my sack as her tongue worked wonders on my balls. I felt her smirk against my sack before she crawled between my legs. I gulped in anticipation of what she was planning, and watched with suspense as she let go of my balls with a painfully arousing sigh. Her eyes swirled with lust as she opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and dragged it up from the base of my cock to the tip in one of the most erotic displays she had ever done. I couldn't look away as her pink organ swirled around my tip a few times before she dropped her head an inch and sealed her lips around my glans. It was too much. A moan escaped my throat. Once again, Yoruichi moved in her sleep, only this time, the movement was accompanied by a light moan. A smile teased her mouth as her tongue peaked out to lick her lips. Her left tit, the one who's nipple had escaped my tank top, fully slid out of the garment as my shirt rode up to reveal her hairless vagina in all its glory. From my position, I also had a great view of her ass, and I felt cracks form in my resolve.

Soft, erotic gags filled the otherwise silent room, originating from Unohana's throat. My eye twitched in pleasure as I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down. Her eyes had not trailed from my face. It was so incredibly sexy that I nearly missed her hand lifting itself from my dick before going down between her legs as she raised her lower half up to her knees, proudly showing off her own amazing bottom. With ease that lied about how difficult the action truly was, she continued bobbing her head, going down an extra centimeter or two every time her head fell. The gagging only increased in volume and sensuality, and I had to bite back another moan as I felt her start humming as my member entered her throat. When she dropped down and swallowed my cock in its entirety, it was so erotic and pleasuring that I was startled by Yoruichi mewling in pleasure.

I looked over to the mocha skinned goddess again, quickly seeing that her naked nipple glistened with wetness. Confusion danced around my consciousness before I caught Unohana's right hand between the ex-captain's legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy furiously as her thumb rubbed the dark skinned woman's clit mercilessly. The First Kenpachi moaned, sensual and erotic as possible, my dick still completely sheathed in her throat. I couldn't stop my right hand from snapping out and palming the back of the raven haired woman's head, and I sighed as I felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a smirk. Her tongue began weaving around my shaft, massaging it, and my eyes snapped open to watch her as she slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, moaning against my member the whole while. She stopped right before my tip slipped out from between her lips, my dick glistening with her saliva in the morning light. She winked, her blue eyes nothing but pools of pure arousal, right before her head dropped to swallow every inch in one go. Something warm and soft, but firm filled my left hand, and my breath hitched in a combination of Unohana's actions and my realization that I accidentally palmed Yoruichi's ass. The ex-captain sighed in her sleep and her left leg slid over mine so that my nurse could get better access to her cunt. And the medic took the given opportunity. I saw the werecat's body twitch as Unohana pleasured her even more. Her fingers went deeper into the mocha skinned goddess's pussy, pumped faster, harder, and scissored while the raven haired captain's thumb played with Yoruichi's clit to the point of nearing punishment.

The goddess of flash was left panting and moaning in her sleep as her hand unconsciously groped her uncovered breast and her hips rolled with the movements of the hand bringing her to orgasm. Unohana's head bounced on my dick at an equally furious pace to her ministrations with the dark skinned woman's pussy, taking everything in with every stroke. It was nearly painful sucking in my groans, grunts, and moans of pleasure, but I couldn't do anything else outside of giving in. Without warning, a long and arousing moan escaped Yoruichi's throat as her body spasmed violently in an action I recognized was her achieving orgasm. It was confirmed through the raven haired medic pulling her hand out of the ex-captain's cunt with a wet sound that was unfairly erotic, glistening with the mocha skinned woman's juices. This was soon followed by Unohana grunting on my dick, swallowing my cock violently, and making mind-numbingly seductive gagging noises before she moaned deeply. Her hips twitched in orgasm a couple times before stilling, and her eyes cleared minutely before she continued deep-throating me. My head fell back against the pillow, and I gasped.

"Uno…hana!" I grunted, barely keeping my voice down. She took that as encouragement, increasing both her pace and the sensuality of her gagging. I gripped the back of her head and forced it down as my hips lifted off the futon, and I came down her throat. Her eyes rolled back a little and she moaned appreciatively as shot after shot coated the inside of her throat and mouth white. Once I finished, I let go of her and lowered my hips, my still hard member leaving her throat. She sat there gasping for a moment while I focused on calming myself so I didn't continue.

"My, my." It seems she was having none of it. "Although I am certainly curious to learn how long you can go, you sadly have a spar you must get to soon." I blinked. Did she just let me off the hook for now? When we both knew I was maybe a shoulder bump away from saying 'fuck it' and taking her? I looked at her, and met her eyes again as I watched her individually suck each of her glistening fingers clean in the most seductive way she could. Never mind. She was taunting me. She wanted me to cross my self-imposed line on my own. I sighed and let my head drop again as I closed my eyes. My blood was cooling down enough that I could think clearly again. I was given barely a moment before I felt a pair of lips encircle the head of my dick. I opened my eyes and looked down at my nurse again, who released my member to speak.

"I'm simply cleaning it off." A dangerous smirk grew on her face. "Unless you want to continue. I wouldn't mind if you decided to return the favor~." I recognized the irreversible damage that had been done to my resolve as soon as I let my head flop back down so she could continue with what she had been doing. She decided to be merciful and be quick and efficient in cleaning me off. Or maybe she was playing the long game and wanted to steadily break my resolve until I gave in. Really could be either one. She licked her lips clean as she sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly. I carefully slid out from Yoruichi and tucked my member back in my sweatpants before fixing her clothes (ignoring the wet stain near her crotch). I got off the futon and threw the blanket over the werecat and made sure she was comfortable. After, I got up and stretched before heading to the kitchen as Unohana stood before her closet. Following routine, I started a pot of coffee and grabbed some ingredients for a meal.

''Ey, King.' I grunted in response. 'Did ya jack off or somethin' while we were sleepin'?'

'…Why?'

'Cause there's a rainbow in 'ere, and those only pop up when ya get off.' Despite being fully aware he could not perform such feats, I became confident that the Soul King watched my daily life for entertainment and made things happen to give himself a laugh. My evidence was Unohana walking into the kitchen the moment Shiro finished speaking in my mind, wearing my shihakusho again, only she hadn't bothered to close it. 'Please tell me you did what I hope you did. Or more accurately, who you did.'

'…She gave me a blowjob while she fingered herself and Yoruichi. While Yoruichi was still asleep.'

'Why the fuck didn' ya keep goin'?'

'Would you rather I fuck Unohana and maybe Yoruichi, or fight Yama?' The zanpakuto didn't answer. He was never able to make a choice between sex and fighting. Content that my hollow would remain silent until something else popped up, I cooked some rice. The raven haired medic with me leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms under her bust as she smirked at me. My shihakusho only covered her left breast, the other side had slipped away, and she was in no hurry to fix it. I glanced back at her for a moment, but once I understood she was happy to continue the silence, I returned my gaze to the breakfast I was making. In a word, the atmosphere of the room could be summarized as 'content'. The food was easy and quick to make. The coffee was finishing up. Unohana was staring at nothing with a smile that was somewhere between satisfied and eager. I was mostly still asleep, with only the food and my nurse's presence being things I was fully aware of. Ignoring the fact that I hadn't-entirely-consented to the events that just occurred, it was as perfect a morning as could be.

'Oi, King.' I raised an eyebrow, silently prompting the spirit to continue. 'Why did ya say that Unohana gave ya a blowjob?'

'…'Cause she did?'

'No. She throated ya, is what she did. That wasn't a blowjob.'

'Why are you hung up on it?'

'I wanted ta talk about somethin', but I couldn' think of anythin' else that wasn' serious.'

'What about the calendar thing?'

'I guess it'll work. What months do ya think they'll have ya cover?' I mentally shrugged.

'October, maybe? My hair kinda fits with the theme.'

'I can see it. November could work. That's got an orange theme.'

'Well, orange is more like a Fall theme, now that I think about it. Any of the Fall months would work.'

'They might have ya cover multiple months. Yer famous right now, an' the girls said they were goin fer female buyers. It'd be a good idea ta have ya on multiple covers.'

'Seems like something that would make sense. You think that if they had me cover an entire season, they would have other Shinigami covering entire seasons?'

'Depends on if they manage ta get some o' the more sought after guys ta agree. Prick would definitely be an 'entire season' pick. He could be Winter. Flowers maybe could take over Summer. Dunno about Spring, though.'

'Ukitake, perhaps. He extrudes a gentle aura synonymous with Spring.'

'Wouldn' a lotta girls be turned off by the sick guy part?'

'Eh, he's got some muscle on him. I'm sure the more tech savvy members of the SWA could use some editing magic to make him look less 'about to die'-y.' Shiro grunted in acceptance.

'It's possible, especially so due to Unohana and Yoruichi being in the SWA, that you would completely take over the calendar.'

'…I can see that. If they do, I'm demanding more pay.' The food finished, and I set the table, the First Kenpachi taking a seat while finally fixing her attire. The raven haired woman held a cup of steaming tea in her hands, and sipped it elegantly. We sat next to each other, and I added some milk to my coffee at my nurse's request.

"Adding flavor to your meals is a good start to easing you out of your war mentality. Helps separate you from the feel of eating out of necessity." She explained. I hummed in interest and appreciation before grabbing some soy sauce and pouring a small amount over my rice. I raised my cup to my lips and took a sip. The difference in flavor was nice. A satisfied sigh filled the room as Yoruichi walked in, stretching her arms over her head with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She was still only wearing my tank top, which came down to her mid-thigh since she was standing.

"Anyone else have a great night's sleep?" The chocolate skinned goddess asked. I continued drinking my coffee as I silently nodded.

"Indeed." Unohana smiled. "You could say I woke up feeling orgasmic." I choked on my drink. Without bothering to turn her head away from the werecat, my nurse patted me on the back as I coughed. Luckily, I managed to save my coffee by placing it on the table.

"Oh~? Is Ichi-kun getting all flustered by orgasms~?" The purple-haired woman teased. A small part of me was thankful that I was still coughing. A significantly larger part of me was grateful that she hadn't appeared to notice the wet stain on the front of her-my-shirt. The ex-captain shook her head. "Still don't understand how you've slept with two people and still turn strawberry at the mention of sex stuff." She mumbled before taking a seat next to me and making a plate three times the size of Unohana's and mine combined. Once I recovered, I ate a mouthful of rice, smiling softly at the extra flavor. I took a glance at Yoruichi's plate, already halfway gone, and remembered a time in which I was able to eat like that. A frown formed at how distant the memory seemed to be, before I cheered myself up with the thought that I would be able to again.

There was no war. There was no constant fear of an enemy appearing at any given moment. I didn't have to forgo actually living in favor of being a machine. I could spare the time to enjoy things. My smile returned and I downed another mouthful, taking the time to savor the taste.

I found I could take another bite. As well as a fourth. I felt the air grow warmer, and I glanced up to see both women grinning at me. They didn't need to say they were happy seeing me eat double my normal amount, I could see it in their eyes. I took another sip of my coffee, and sighed at the flavor. Once we finished eating, we all got dressed, and the armor and clothing I had gotten from Senjumaru had never felt as comfortable. When we left, I took a cup of coffee with me. With the sun already turning the sky purple and red, we journeyed towards Sokyoku Hill. Zangetsu manifested with us, Shiro smiling appreciatively as his hands slipped into his pockets and Ossan's lips curling up at the edges as his features softened. Yoruichi climbed onto my shoulders and toyed with my hair as Unohana claimed my empty left hand. I thought about slipping my hand out of her hold, then decided I didn't care about restraining myself right now. I entangled my fingers with hers, earning a beautiful smile from her that was heightened by the glow of the rising sun.

We found ourselves atop the Hill before we really realized it. The Captain of the 4th Division nodded for me to take the lead, so I handed her my half-empty cup. Curiosity dancing in her eyes, she took it and watched as I lifted Yoruichi from my shoulders. I sat down with my left knee up and my right leg spread out in front of me, and lowered the werecat so she was seated at my right. She leaned into my side with her legs folded under her, and I pat the ground to my left for Unohana to join. She did, resting her head against my left shoulder, and my left arm wrapped around her as she returned my coffee to my right hand. Shiro came forward and curled up with his head in Yoruichi's lap and his back to my leg. The woman's eyes shined and she reached out to pass her fingers through his bleached hair. He made a noise similar to a purr. Old Man stood behind me, and I leaned back into his legs.

The sun was rising before us, and once again, I couldn't help but smile as the unforgettable sight returned. I inhaled slowly and deeply, held it in for just a moment, and let it out just as slowly.

"This habit you wish to form," My nurse spoke up. "Is one I believe the whole of the Seireitei should partake in." She finished her statement with a tranquil exhale.

"Yeah." I breathed.

"Especially with the training we're all going to go through." The ex-captain nodded against my side.

We stayed until the stars disappeared, and yellow overtook the sky. Shiro was the first to move, sitting up with half-lidded eyes as he reached up to scratch his head before slapping his hand down. Whenever someone played with his hair, he usually tried to keep it how they left it for as long as possible. Yoruichi and Unohana were the next to move, standing and stretching their legs lightly as I hopped to my feet. Ossan returned to my Inner World as Shiro climbed to a stand. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm spendin' the day with Witch." The hollow announced. I smiled and patted his shoulder to wish him luck. Unlike last time, Shiro had a bit of a hurdle to overcome before he became friends with her. He nodded before walking off. Sure, he didn't care about whether most Shinigami were afraid of him or not, but he didn't want people setting off alarms or attacking him when he just wanted to talk to someone.

"So, what are we doing?" The werecat asked.

"I'm about to help out Yamamoto, you two can do whatever."

"I'm interested to see your Bankai." My nurse announced, to Yoruichi's nod of agreement. I blinked before sighing.

"You can stay to see the release, but you'll have to leave once the fighting starts. No offense to either of you, but it takes a lot of power to be around me when I'm fighting in Bankai. Even if you two got twice as strong, you wouldn't be able to stay standing when I unleash an attack."

"Then we'll just admire you from afar." The ex-captain grinned.

"When I said 'you'll have to leave', I meant leave the Muken." I clarified. "Sure, I'm not going to be releasing anything all that powerful for a while, but the dimension is gonna be unstable just from he and I being in Bankai. I'll be limiting the spars between us to once a week just to give the Muken enough time to pull itself back together." The eyes of the two women before me widened. They exchanged a glance.

"We'll…wait outside, then?" The head of the Shihoin clan asked. I nodded.

"That'll work."

"Great!" The werecat grinned. "Now, what does your Bankai do?"

"I'll explain once Yama is there to hear it."

"Aww, fine. Let's hurry then!" The goddess of flash urged as she went behind me and pushed against my back. Unohana giggled when she saw I wasn't moving. I chuckled before stepping forth in Shunpo. The two immediately followed, and we appeared in front of Yamamoto's office just as Chojiro opened the doors, holding a pot of tea.

"Ah, Kurosaki-san, Unohana-taicho, Shihoin-san! Yamamoto-soutaicho is waiting."

"Great." I smiled before helping the white-haired man into the office. Just as the lieutenant informed us, the Head Captain was on his feet, staring out at the Soul Society with his haori folded next to his desk and his sheathed sword in his hand for all to see. He turned to us, more specifically me, as we walked in. He glanced at Yoruichi and Unohana for only a moment.

"Come. The guards to the Muken are waiting for us." He announced before taking a step towards us.

"We'll Shunpo there." I spoke up. "It'll be the only warm-up you'll get before we start." The bearded captain glared at me for a moment, before slowly nodding his head in acceptance.

We were off, Yoruichi right behind me with Yamamoto a little ways behind her and Unohana a hair slower than he. We startled the guards when we appeared before them without warning.

"Open it." The ancient captain ordered as he freed his zanpakuto from its sheath. Instantly, the room grew warm from the excitement of the sword, eager to finally be used in battle after so long. The doors opened, and we entered. Yamamoto lagged behind only because he had one of the guards hold his sheath for him. The women with us looked around.

"Huh. I kinda pictured it more hellish." The werecat hummed.

"Like fire and brimstone hellish or actual Hell hellish?" I asked.

"Fire and brimstone." She confirmed. I passed my eyes over the environment.

"I can see it."

"We are here to spar, not socialize." Yamamoto growled as he walked past us. I rolled my eyes.

"Hold on a sec." The man looked at me over his shoulder. "Yoruichi and Unohana are just here to see my Bankai and leave, so let me explain what it does." Grunting, he turned around to face me as the women focused on me.

"You know the power of my Shikai." I started. "I can use the basic powers of Shinigami, Hollows, and Quincy. In my Bankai, I can combine those techniques, which increase in power multiplicatively. I also gain access to the Quincy and Arrancar variants of Bankai, being Vollstandig and Resurreccion respectively. Until I think you're ready for them, I won't be using any combined attacks or secondary forms."

"That's…basic, but really powerful." The mocha skinned goddess gaped.

"My zanpakuto in a nutshell." I monotoned. I drew my blade, and held it out in front of me in a kendo stance. "Get ready, my Bankai release is a lot more explosive than my Shikai."

The Head Captain prepared the best, by stabbing the tip of Ryujin Jakka into the ground. Unohana and Yoruichi grabbed onto each other and kneeled to the ground. Seeing that would be the best they could do in the current circumstances, I closed my eyes. I sucked in a breath and let it out, feeling Zangetsu's excitement at being fully released fill my body. My eyes snapped open, glowing with a swirl of black, blue, and red reiatsu.

"Bankai." I whispered. The energy contained within my body exploded out in a tidal wave, swallowing the trio in front of me and sending the women skidding backwards from the sheer force. Yama fared better, but he was still pushed back a couple feet. A couple rock formations in my immediate vicinity disintegrated instantly, and some a few feet away cracked and fell over. The released energy swirled around in a massive tornado of black, red, and blue as my blade transformed, combining into otherworldly black and vicious purple. Once my weapon stabilized, I brought it back, the chain rattling a little before I swiped my blade forward. The resulting force was enough to expel the tornado of reiatsu and reveal my form to those before me. Unlike my false Bankai, my real Bankai did not transform my clothes. Only my blade changed, and it became even larger than my false Shikai blade. If I were to stand it up at the tip, it would probably prove to be taller than I. The handle was solid black and almost as long as my arm, and the center of the blade was black. White formed the edge, which not only extended past the blade to cover the hilt, but also looped around the back. A black chain extended from the back of the point of the blade to the bottom of the extension in front of the handle. "Tensa Zangetsu."

"…Whoa." Yoruichi breathed. "That was some release." I raised the blade to rest it on my shoulder. The weapon was as wide as my torso, so it remained where I rested it with minor difficulty. It was meant to annihilate anything and everything I deemed a threat, so it was understandable that it wasn't the most comfortable on my shoulder.

"Yup. Now hurry on out." I ordered. They did as told, leaving quickly. Yamamoto and I watched each other until the doors to the Muken shut. As the sound echoed through the realm, the ancient captain leveled his blade at me.

"Bankai." His release was just as powerful as mine, a wave of incredible heat washing over the realm. Immediately, my nose and throat burned as the heated air passed through them. I got cotton mouth, despite the fact that I hadn't even parted my lips. I had to blink my eyes a few times before I became accustomed to the sudden dryness. The ground around him became covered in soot, and I saw a couple broken rocks from my release catch fire. It was a work of art, seeing soot form along his blade from cross guard to point as smoke began to billow out from the blade. "Zanka No Tachi. I am ready for you, Kurosaki." I snorted, which was really uncomfortable due to my nostrils burning from the heat.

"No you're not." I slid my blade off my shoulder, purposely slamming it down on the ground. A small crater formed, and cracks spread across the ground just out of its radius. The bearded captain's eyes snapped to the damage before returning to me.

"Surely you know me well enough to understand intimidation is useless."

"Who said that was intimidation?" I asked.

"What else could it be?" He grumbled. I smirked.

"The starting bell." I brought my right foot forward, dragging my Bankai behind me for a moment before I swung upwards. "Getsuga Tensho." The fire-wielder's eyes widened before he Shunpo'ed to the right of the wall of black. Once he got his footing, he brought his blade up in a horizontal slash.

"Zanka no Tachi, North: Tenchi Kaijin." A grin formed on my face as I dropped my sword arm. The wave of pure unmatched heat hit me full force, and the ancient captain blinked at my seeming stupidity. Everything from my collarbone to my waist incinerated, but before the Head Captain even began to process that fact, I activated my High-Speed Rasotengai. Strings of blue shot out from my body to connect them all as bone, muscle, organs and nerves erupted from my neck, waist, and forearms. Before Yamamoto's arm stopped moving from performing his North technique, I was already back in pristine condition. Well, except for my clothes, but those would fix themselves if given enough time. Shock filled my sparring partner's face as he processed everything that just happened.

"I mentioned that you are the only one in the Soul Society that I would need to use my Bankai against." As happy as seeing Yamamoto that shocked got me, I had to steel myself to continue with his training. "The reason for that, the only reason, is because my regeneration in Shikai can't keep up with your ability to incinerate shit. If it weren't for that, I would be taking you on with my Shikai so I wouldn't run the risk of accidentally killing you."

"You wield that much destructive power?" The ancient captain inquired. I began sauntering towards him.

"In short, yes." Black reiatsu rippled off my blade as I held it with both hands like an executioner would his axe. "Now try not to die." I disappeared in my special Shunido technique. I reappeared above him with Tensa Zangetsu raised over my head. He barely dodged, and would've retaliated had I not set off a Getsuga into the ground. My immediate vicinity exploded with ebony energy and my opponent was sent flying away with his left arm protecting his eyes from debris. I didn't give him a moment to breath, shooting off after him with more reiatsu forming a trail behind me. I slashed diagonally and he twisted out of the way only for my right leg to swing out at his side. I was moving fast enough for the hit to connect, but I watched in slow motion as the skin of my leg blackened, crisped, and flaked away, followed by my muscle and then bone. Time sped up again as Yamamoto was tossed away and my leg fully reformed almost as soon as it was out of the heat field permanently hanging around the Head Captain in his Bankai. I let go with my left hand to pat away the flames that burst into existence along my pant leg. My hand returned and I swung out, a violet blast erupting from my Bankai.

"Cero!" It was as wide as a full-powered Gran Rey Cero in Shikai, and was just as, if not faster than the attack in question. My opponent was swallowed up near-instantly.

"Zanka no Tachi, North: Tenchi Kaijin!" A wave of heat cut through my cero heading for me, and I ducked under it before launching forward with violet reiatsu soaking my blade. Once the bearded captain, covered in marks from my attacks, was a few meters away, I stomped my left foot to keep me from moving forward and stabbed my monstrous blade forward.

"Licht Regen!" A hurricane of indigo arrows so densely packed together it formed a wall shot out of my blade for Yamamoto, who darted to the left as fast as he could. He got out of the way of most of the torrent, but a few arrows managed to leave gashes on his back and arms. He brought his charred blade in front of him and wrapped both hands around the hilt before slashing wildly in my direction, sending near-invisible scythes of heat flying towards me. Without hesitation, I charged at them. Black wreathed my Bankai as blade upon blade of pure heat tore through me, leaving gaping holes as they cut through my body that closed before blood even got a chance to spill. There was no pain, through a combination of the heat burning my nerves away and the wounds healing so quickly that there was no chance for pain to register.

I was before the ancient captain in no time, and we sliced at each other simultaneously. He cut from my left hip to the right side of my head, through my rising left forearm. Everything close to the cut turned to ash, only for the ash to be pushed out of the way as strings of blue, slivers of bone, and fibers of muscle reached out and knitted together behind the strike. It was weird missing my right eye for half a second. It was almost like winking with my right eye, but if I lost sensation in my eye while doing so. Tensa Zangetsu rose up and cut into Yamamoto's left side, but only went a few inches deep before the old man retreated. It was difficult to properly chase him while still striking because he had severed my left wrist from the rest of my arm, making me lose a lot of power and precision. Which was fine, because I made up the difference with my typical excessive reiatsu.

"Getsuga Tensho!" Still a little off-balance, I was sent skidding back as black energy fired out from my blade like a firehose. I still hit the bearded captain, however. He was sent tumbling back, and raised himself into a kneel as smoke rose from his bleeding body.

"You fight recklessly." He growled, panting. I shook my left hand before flexing it to make sure everything was working properly. Luckily it was, so I didn't have to remake the cut so it could heal correctly.

"That's not recklessness." I explained. "Especially against opponents more skilled than I, bulldozing through attacks is a good way to catch someone off guard. You'd be amazed how much people plan around their enemy dodging." He grunted in what seemed like appreciation of my strategy. We both stood without further conversation before continuing with the spar. It was relieving to in some sense be able to let loose, by not having to fear for my sparring partner's health whenever I released a reiatsu attack, even if I did have to limit what attacks I used. I'm sure it was also relieving for Yamamoto, to be able to let loose everything he had without having to spare any mind to questioning if I could take it.

I lunged at him. He dodged to the left of my downwards slash and was thoroughly caught off guard when my hand speared out to palm his face (which started to feel really weird as my muscles burned away) before chucking him as far as I could. I allowed my Bankai to trail behind me as I launched after him, holding my smoking left hand out as skin grew back over. The weirdest part of regenerating hands and feet was definitely the feeling when my nails came back. It was just uncomfortable. I Shunido'ed in front of the ancient captain, who instinctively struck out with Zanka no Tachi as Tensa Zangetsu rushed forward. There was an eruption of smoke as the blades collided and the metal screamed against each other from the heat. We both retreated instantly, him cradling one of his ears while I just waited for mine to heal. I reached out with my reiatsu sense, and could've sworn his was higher than normal. Only one way to find out.

"Here's your first test, Yama!" I shouted, shifting to a wide stance with Tensa Zangetsu behind me for an upwards slash.

"Send it at me, Kurosaki! I shall best it!" By the wide grin on his face, I'd say he certainly felt like he shook some of the rust off. Black and violet reiatsu coated my blade excitedly, and I shouted out the name of the attack as I brought forth my Bankai.

"Getsuga Cero!" A wave of ebony and indigo screamed out of my weapon with the power of a nuclear warhead. Any and all rock formations in its path were erased by the reiatsu. A trench as wide and deep as a city block formed in the wake of the tsunami of destruction. Gale force winds whipped at me, strong enough to leave lacerations on my body that healed instantly. The already insanely high temperature skyrocketed in response.

"Zanka no Tachi, North: TENCHI KAIJIN!" Mountains, boulders, large outcroppings of rock that flanked us were all incinerated above shoulder level by an intense slash of unrivaled heat. It clashed against the tidal wave of energy so violently that an explosion great enough to eradicate a major city erupted. I was sent flying due to the sheer force but managed to correct myself and land on my feet without any issue and a smile splitting my face. He certainly wasn't at the level to leave Yhwach in some sort of Quincy super-coma, but he definitely was stronger than I had ever seen him. I laughed and brought Tensa Zangetsu up to rest on my shoulder again.

"That's all for today!" I shouted, using my left hand to cup my mouth. I realized that my body was covered in soot and ash. "Looks like we've already got some progress on shaking the rust off!"

"Then we will continue this exercise some other time." The wielder of Ryujin Jakka announced as he Shunpo'ed over to me. I nodded as we both sealed our zanpakuto.

"We'll do it once a week, to give Muken enough time to pull itself back together. In the meantime, I need some water and a bath." I breathed out. The bearded man looked down at himself, finding his shihakusho was hanging in taters on his body and his hakama were barely better. Like me, soot covered his body, unable to be washed away by our sweat because it was too hot to sweat.

"As do I, it seems. I am grateful to find an opponent like you. I can relieve the stress of being Head Captain upon you without repercussion."

"The fuck you mean 'without repercussion'? You use me like a stress ball, and I use you right back, you got that?" I snapped.

"All the better." The ancient captain chuckled. "It would be boring to have a practice dummy that doesn't hit back."

"Oi, this shit's the other way around! I'm the one that has to hold back so I don't accidentally break you!" He laughed heartily.

"It seems my years are coming back to me just as my skill and power is!"

"Don't ignore me! I can still Getsuga your ass!" Although I was outwardly angry, I was inwardly laughing right along with him. We continued our light banter until we reached the door, and by then, my right pant leg had regrown back down to just below my knee. It would be at least another half hour before I could even attempt to slip on my shihakusho, almost all of it having been burned away in the beginning of the spar. I pounded my fist against the door as a form of knocking, and they were quickly pulled open. Yoruichi, Unohana, and the guards all gaped in shock at Yamamoto's and I's appearances.

"…What happened to your clothes?" My nurse asked.

"Oh, Yamamoto incinerated my torso." One of the guards fell on his ass in shock.

"And your pants?" Yoruichi questioned.

"Oh, I kicked him, and it burned away my leg up to my thigh."

"H-how…?" One of the guards still standing whispered.

"Um, my Bankai lets me heal from nearly anything, and Yamamoto's Bankai can incinerate nearly anything."

"Y-you made the Head Captain use Bankai…?" A third guard asked.

"You should be more shocked that he managed to make me use Bankai." I corrected.

"Ichigo, your strength is still mostly an unknown in the Soul Society." Unohana reasoned.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." I realized. "Onto more important matters, I really need a shower and some water."

"I will assist you." The raven haired medic declared.

"Can I join?" The werecat queried.

"…Sure." I shrugged.

"Yes!" The mocha skinned goddess cheered.

So, Ichigo's Bankai, or at least my version of it, has been revealed! Tell me of your thoughts, on his power, on the fight, the beginning of the chapter even! Starting this chap, I'm gonna start leaving the name of the next chapter in these post-chapter notes, so let's see if you can guess what's up next! This week might be a little easy to guess, though…

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