The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Sora woke up, did his daily stuff, got in his usual workout, went to school, learn jack shit, came back, worked on his techniques, and on mastering them further.

This went on for a while, going through the same motion every day.

As he sat down in his class, getting ready for another boring day of school.

He noticed Uryu getting out a study note, what was that for?

Upon noticing his worried face, Uryu looked at him before pushing in his glass saying.

"We have a test today...."

Oh....he was cooked, well his grades were good, the test couldn't be worth that much of their grade right?

"It's worth 70% of our grade"

Whatever color was on his face was drained out, Sora's lively yellow eyes turned pale, his vibrant skin turned pale, his cheek became swollen, and his sword seemed to have left his body.

Uryu had a light smirk on his face, this was fun, the sweet taste of Sora's despair, though he did make sure he hid it, wouldn't want anyone to think he was enjoying that pain.

He was.

"Alright class, we will begin, put your bags away, and remember to take your time with this test, it is worth 70% of your grade,"

The teacher clapped his hands and started handing out the paper.

'The test can't be that bad right?' Sora thought to himself, that he was smart, he could guess the answers.

It couldn't be that bad, now could it?

The teacher handed him the test but the paper was given facing the desk, once all the paper were given out, the teacher walked in front of the class before saying.

"Flip your paper"

Sora confidently flipped his paper, and upon seeing the first question on the test, his head started getting dizzy, ain't no way.

"If a train traveling at 75 km/h leaves Station A at 10:30 AM and a second train traveling at 90 km/h departs Station B, 150 km away, at 11:00 AM, at what time will the two trains meet?"

How the fuck was he supposed to know the answer to that, he was starting to sweat so much, a little wheel made out of Reishi appeared above his head, however, no one in the class could really see it.

Apart from Uryu of course.

Who seemed to have a smirk on his face as he watched the despair on Sora's face.

He scribbled some numbers that didn't make any sense, praying to every deity he could think of that it would somehow be right.

If there was a god, he hoped he would listen to this humble servant's prayer.

Somewhere in a palace, a man without a limb could be seen, and what seemed to be a light smile played on his lips as if a father was looking down at his son, though that action was witnessed by no one else.

As Sora went to the second question, he realized how cooked he was.

"Identify the three key mechanisms by which the mitochondria generate ATP and explain their importance to cellular respiration."

What the fuck was ATP again? Sora could vaguely remember it being something about "Powerhouses" from a lesson that felt like it had been taught a year ago.

The wheel above his head spun.

His memory got a bit clearer, however he was no less cooked.

He started jotting down random phrases—"energy," "cells," and "important"—as his confidence took a nosedive.

Then came the third question, a masterpiece of despair:

"Explain the sociopolitical implications of the Treaty of Versailles on post-World War I Europe, focusing on the economic reparations imposed on Germany and their contribution to the rise of extremism."

At this point, Sora's soul practically left his body. He stared blankly at the page, the words mocking him with their complexity. He had no idea what the Treaty of Versailles even was, let alone how it "implicated" anything.

His hand hovered over the paper, utterly useless.

He was starting to sweat....like a lot.

He hoped all the questions were not all like this.

The fourth question was a big middle finger to him.

"Derive the quadratic formula by completing the square for the general equation ax² + bx + c = 0."

Who the fuck added letter to math, what was this mumbo jumbo stuff, Sora felt like his brain had turned to mush.

This was not legal?

He'd heard of the quadratic formula, sure, but derive it? All he could think about was the number four but he knew that it was not the answer, he was just so cooked.

He felt like crying, this wasn't fair.

Granted he didn't study but still, not fair.

Uryu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his smirk widening ever so slightly. He adjusted his glasses, the faint glint reflecting Sora's misery.

This was sweet, sweet revenge, Sora's despair tasted divine.

The fifth question felt like a slap in the face:

"Analyze the symbolic meaning of the green light in The Great Gatsby, discussing its connection to the themes of the American Dream and unattainable desire."

Sora had no idea who Gatsby was, let alone why he cared about a green light.

Also, why the fuck, does he have to write about a random greenlight, deciding to do what made sense, he wrote down something about traffic signals and stopped caring if it made any sense at all.

Then came the sixth question, a true monster:

"Calculate the force required to lift a 15 kg object at an angle of 30° to the horizontal if the coefficient of friction between the object and the surface is 0.2. Show your work."

Force? Angles? Friction? Sora's mind completely blanked. He had a better chance of trying to decipher ancient hieroglyphs. He was cooked, it wasn't even funny at this point, he was beyond cooked.

He just doodles a sad face.

Uryu seemed to be having fun, granted even for him the test was hard, however looking at Sora, the boy was sweating bullets, and the paper was getting very damp, maybe he should have told Sora that...nah.

He leaned slightly to one side, just enough for Sora to catch the satisfied gleam in his eyes.

The seventh question was the final nail in the coffin:

"Write a 500-word essay discussing the causes and consequences of the Industrial Revolution, with specific examples from at least three countries."

Sora stared at the blank space below the question, his jaw slack. Five hundred words? He'd barely written five words in the past ten minutes. He was going to fail, he was going to fail,=.

Uryu, seemingly enjoying every second, gave a quiet chuckle. Sora peeked at him, his eyes narrowing.

"Just wait," Sora muttered under his breath, "I'm gonna replace your shampoo with glue."

At this rate, he might have to retake the class and call Uryu senior.

*Click*

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

*CLICK*

Sora wheel spun, and spun, and spun again

Uryu felt himself getting colder as if a fan had been turned on, looking back, he saw Sora's wheel spinning, rapidly and Sora was starting to write more and more on his paper.

He wondered what could possibly be making him work so hard, no bother, he was still going to fail the class.

Just thinking about Sora calling him senior, Uryu was pleased.

A/N

Kaede Ishida