The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Sora diligently cleaned the shop. Some girls walking by entered the shop to buy candy, though something told him they didn't come for the candy.

If the way they were looking at him as if he was a snack was anything to go by.

By 8 pm, he clocked out, went home, and did some light training — you know, stuff like push-ups, sit-ups, and running around the Ishida family house 100 times.

Light workout, really.

He then practiced some of his Quincy abilities. He could once again make semi-complex Reishi creations.

Apart from that, and probably the fact that his efficiency with Blut Vene and Blut Arterie had reached a brand new level.

He could now harden his skin so much it would feel like trying to cut steel — no, something harder than that.

And with Blut Arterie, he could boost his attacks by like 30 times their original power.

All he needed to do was find a way to semi-use them at the same time. Though that would prove very difficult, he was sure all he needed was practice, and he would get there eventually.

He took a shower, got to his room, took out his book, and studied for like an hour. The second 10:30 pm hit, he placed his book away and hit the hay.

The next morning, he woke up at 6:30.

He went to take a shower.

His cousin had already woken up, and the maid had prepared them breakfast. He ate the food before walking to school, his hands in his pockets and his cousin close by.

The walk there was not awkward at all — it was just silent. A comfortable silence.

"Ichigo Kurosaki became a Soul Reaper."

"My senses haven't dulled that much, little brother, but thanks for the heads-up."

"I am not your... hm."

Uryu seemed to give up trying to argue with Sora, which was good for him.

Uryu gazed at the glove that Sora was wearing at all times. He knew that Sora was only working at 20% of his true capability — 80% of his power to manipulate Reishi was still sealed.

Even then, Sora was still strong. Uryu had worked hard to catch up to even the weakened Sora, but even then, he was only about 1/4 as strong as the suppressed Sora.

Sora's Reiatsu level was still far above Uryu's. The only thing Uryu had over him was just IQ and his proficiency with the bow.

However, Uryu did not feel jealous at all.

Sure, Sora would rub it in his face from time to time, but he wasn't prideful or arrogant.

He would help Uryu the best way he could, even going as far as to make a Reishi control device with see-through skin so Uryu could see how the Reiryoku flowed inside the body when doing a certain move.

All in all, it wasn't that bad.

Uryu pushed his glasses up before looking at Sora and saying,

"You certainly know how to be second best."

"What did you say, four eyes?"

"The coming exam. How does it feel knowing you will always be behind me in intellect?"

"Shut it, four eyes. I am the best."

"How typical of you."

Sora let out a light chuckle.

"Bring it on, four eyes. This test — I will win."

The school day went about as well as one could expect. Sora wasn't in any club, though in his sophomore-ish year, he planned to start playing a sport that paid a lot of money.

You know, in case this Quincy stuff didn't work out, he could just, you know, become a professional athlete and get easy money like that.

It wasn't cheating. He was just using his gift to his advantage.

Time skip

As Sora clocked in, he heard the sound of a customer. Lazily making his way there, he was met with the same short girl with a Napoleon complex who was in his class.

Both of her hands were crossed, and she seemed to be in her uniform.

"Rukia, what brings you here?"

Her eyes glanced at him. He felt her trying to sense his Reiatsu level. Good luck with that.

He always kept it at the level of a spiritually aware human — sometimes a bit lower than that. So, like, the level that someone like, I don't know, Chad had or something like that.

Speaking of Chad, he got injured a while back. He wondered how.

"Where is Kisuke?"

"So that was his name?" Sora said, as this was the first time he'd heard his boss's name.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just like standing around in a candy shop," Sora replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"You messing with me?"

"Oh, it learns?"

This seemed to get under her skin, but before she could do anything, Kisuke entered the room.

The man yawned a bit.

"Someone asking for me?" His eyes then landed on Rukia.

"Oh, Miss Kuchiki, you're here for your package, correct?"

"Yes," Rukia let out.

"Ururu-chan is taking care of it for you."

The next second, a young girl with a blush on her cheeks could be seen. She had her hair in two ponytails and wore a white shirt.

"Here," the little girl's voice came out weak.

Heh, who cares?

The girl handed her a duck candy.

Rukia's eyes darkened a bit.

"I wanted a Chappy, not a Yuki."

"Well, you see, Chappys are in hot demand, so they don't tend to stay in stock for long. What do you say we sell you this one at 15% off?"

Urahara had a light smile on his face. Sora gazed at the candy, his brow furrowing a bit.

There was a soul in there.

Urahara seemed to notice that.

"Want one, Sora-kun?"

"Nah, I prefer natural candy." After saying that, he took a nearby lollipop.

Upon seeing Urahara's look, he opened his mouth and said,

"Didn't you say I was allowed one snack for every three customers served? I served, like, 30, so taking one is no biggie."

'I might have to make that amount larger,' Urahara thought to himself. He did notice the customers were girls, but who cared? He was getting paid.

Rukia took her candy and looked at Sora, who was just focused on licking his lollipop.