The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Sora felt his grandpa's spiritual pressure getting lower and lower by the second. Deciding to up his speed, he started to use Hirenkyaku to its fullest potential, holding nothing back at all.

Moving at a speed that appeared as a blur to human eyes, he used Blut Arterie to strengthen himself even further, his speed reaching a level no normal human could ever hope to achieve.

Moving at the same speed as a NASA X-43, an astounding Mach 9.6, or 7,366 mph, he was zooming. He would not let his grandpa die—not under his watch.

For a split second, he landed next to a little shop. However, he did not notice that the owner of the shop could track his movement with his eyes.

The man held his hat in his hand as the boy's speed kept increasing by the second. Well, it seemed like it was time for him to put a shield over Karakura Town—not that he was looking out for the kid, but if his spiritual pressure was felt, chances were some high-ranking Soul Society people would show up.

And he was not trying to relocate... again. A man could only tolerate being deported once.

Well, back to business.

Though he did wonder if the boy's view of Shinigami would change after this. As long as the boy didn't become a threat, the man wouldn't do anything. That didn't mean he wouldn't plan for it, though.

There was only so much you could plan when you barely knew anything about the child's abilities.

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**POV change**

As Sora arrived on the battlefield, his eyes gazed across the three Hollows. The bat-like Hollow had a hole in its wings and could not fly. The crab-like Hollow had holes in its joints, reducing its speed considerably. The buff Hollow could not even move. His grandpa had weakened those Hollows so much that even a beginner Quincy could kill them.

Sora's eyes then turned toward his grandpa.

His Reiatsu flared outside of his body, and the wheel above his head appeared and spun. It spun and spun and spun.

The very next second, a surge of Reiatsu enveloped the whole area. All of Sora's Reiatsu came rushing out with nothing to hold it back.

None stayed inside his body.

Then, it stopped.

Sora walked toward his grandpa, taking slow, deliberate steps.

He got close, knelt on the ground, and held the old man's body close to his. It took every fiber of his being not to unleash everything right now.

"…Sora… is… that… you?"

Sōken's voice sounded weak. The man's vision had long since left him, and his hand started touching Sora's face, as if to make sure it was truly his grandson.

"Don't hold a grudge against them. They are the balancers." Even till the end, the old man still wanted him to befriend the Shinigami.

"Sora… promise… me… you won't hold a grudge against them…"

"…Sora… Promise… me…"

"Give this old man some peace of mind…"

Sora felt his eyes getting wet. Why? Why did he still trust them? They were the reason why he was like this, and yet he refused to be angry at them.

"I won't hold a grudge against *all* of them…"

Sōken smiled. He did not push any further. He knew this was all he could get from Sora.

"Sora, my child, your mother did not die for no reason…"

Sora's eyes widened. Wait, was he about to learn the true reason for his mother's death?

"Do you remember the hymn?"

Sora nodded his head.

"The confined Quincy King…

Regains his pulse after 900 years.

His mind after 90 years.

His strength after 9 years."

"The reason your mother died… is due to the Quincy King using the Auswählen on all half-blood Quincy."

With this small piece of information, Sōken ensured that Sora would never join Yhwach's empire. He knew the boy well by this point and was confident he would rather marry a Soul Reaper than ever join hands with the person responsible for his mother's death.

Was this perhaps manipulation? Maybe. But it was for the greater good. The Quincy King must never lay a hand on Sora—must never have him under his influence. If this were to happen, it would be all over, and no one would be able to stop him.

He would be virtually unbeatable.

"Protect Uryū. Kaede would have been proud of you…" Sōken said as his last breath left his body.

As the old man died in Sora's arms, tears could be seen falling down the boy's cheeks.

He felt something being pressed against his chest. Looking down, he saw some gloves. They looked like the Sanrei glove but felt different. They almost felt like suppressors.

He took the gloves from his grandpa's hand, and the very next second, all three Hollows died. Sora had not touched them. His wild spiritual pressure from when he had arrived had utterly crushed them.

Sora carefully slid the gloves on. As he placed the first glove, he felt his control over Reishi diminish drastically.

As he placed on the second glove, it felt like 80% of his former control over Reishi had vanished.

He took his grandpa's body and walked away.

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**POV change**

As Sora was getting ready to leave, the Soul Reapers finally decided to show up.

When they arrived, all they saw were three Hollows—actually not fully dead, though they would die in the next couple of seconds.

The Soul Reapers managed to perform the Konsō ritual on their souls. Meanwhile, Sora was walking away with his grandpa in his arms.

He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going, Quincy?"

For some reason, that felt like a slur.

"Taking my grandpa back home."

"Did you kill those Hollows?"

"Wow, you just finished doing Konsō on them. Tell me, now—does it look like they're dead?"

"If we hadn't gotten here on time, they would have died."

"And? They killed my grandpa. Was I supposed to stand there and watch?" Sora's voice dripped with contempt.

As the Soul Reaper tried to reach for his grandpa, using some excuse like they should have his body, a burst of Reiatsu from Sora was all it took to knock him out cold.

"He is my grandpa. I am burying him on Earth where he died. If I see you Soul Reapers trying to take his corpse again…"

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**POV change**

As the guard returned to Soul Society, a strange man with paint on his face could be seen.

"Where is it?"

"Uh, sorry, Captain. We were unable to secure the Quincy corpse. His grandson took it."

As Mayuri contemplated how hard it could possibly be to take a corpse from a boy, the guard mentioned something about the boy's spiritual pressure knocking them out.

Hmm, a new subject. Though he would have to punish those guards who failed—can't have word slipping out.

The next second, the guards fell to the floor unconscious. The last thing they saw was a set of golden teeth smiling back at them.

Oh, they were cooked.

A/N Sokken gave Sora the gloves for an important reason, those gloves are like the Sanrei glove but a bit different, given Sora's adaptable mind, Sora is meant to keep them on at all times unless the opponent he is fighting requires him to remove them.

They also work like a limiter on his power, a way to make sure his Reaitsu appears lower than it actually is.

Yes that my way of neefung him so he doesn't speedblitze through the story.

This nerf however also train him, its like training weights once they are off….

Let's say he was Renji level with the gloves, he removed the gloves, and bam, he is now playful Shunsui level.

Serious Shunsui beat his ass for anyone asking.

Though the gloves were made with the purpose of training him to be strong enough to beat HIM.