The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Urahara could be seen sipping his drink as Ichigo was being chased around by Ururu. Not going to lie, but Ichigo was getting cooked—folded, even.

This went on for a bit. Urahara, though, then went to Sora. The boy seemed to have gone toward the outskirts of town.

He could not feel the boy's Reiryoku at all, nor his Reiatsu. All he could faintly make out was the fact that the boy was training.

Well, whatever kind of training he was doing would be fine.

As Ichigo succeeded in the training, he clapped his hands happily. Now for the second step. Tessai cut the boy's Chains of Fate.

The boy's options were simple: become a Shinigami or get turned into a Hollow. No reason to panic, really.

It was very simple, and if the boy did become a Hollow, then Urahara would have no better option than to kill him. He hoped it didn't come to that. However, knowing the boundless potential that the boy had, he was sure Ichigo wouldn't turn into a Hollow.

Like, 99% sure.

Time skip: 72 hours.

As demonic screams could be heard coming from the pit.

Okay, maybe 90%.

A Hollow scream came from the pit. Deciding to glance down, Urahara saw for a fact—a Hollow mask was there. Tessai even had to restrain the boy.

The very next second, a burst of Reiatsu could be felt. A figure enveloped in that Reiatsu could be seen.

The very next second, a burst of Reiatsu could be heard. A figure enveloped in that Reiatsu could be seen.

He looked at him.

The being that wore the Hollow mask also bore a Shinigami outfit, alongside an oversized Zanpakutō on his back.

The Hollow then proceeded to use the rough end of his blade to crack his mask.

Ichigo's face could now be seen. As his gaze landed on Urahara, he opened his mouth and said:

"I swore to myself that if I survived that, I would beat your ass."

"No, please don't hit me, I'm scared," Urahara acted like he was terrified of the teen.

"Don't hide now," the boy sounded annoyed.

"Do you know how painful those encroachments were? I'm going to make sure you know that pain."

Urahara got up before saying, "You passed test two."

"And what if I had failed?" the boy asked.

"You would have been turned into a Hollow," Urahara said with a beaming smile.

"How can you say that with such a smile on your face?"

"Now for the final test," Urahara added, avoiding the last question like some people avoid their taxes.

Ichigo, swinging his big-ass sword around, released a surge of Reiatsu as his blade cut a tiny piece of Urahara's hat.

"You must knock the hat off my head. You have three days," Urahara said, not even affected by the hit.

"That should be easy, considering I already scratched it. I don't need three days—I only need five minutes," Ichigo boasted proudly.

To which Urahara's cane turned into a blade.

"Let's see if you can back up those words," the man said, pointing his blade at Ichigo.

Time skip.

"Come here, let me poke you."

Urahara could be seen waving his blade around as Ichigo was running away from him. This man was stronger than he thought. Here Urahara was, using actual moves instead of the basics.

As Urahara lunged at Ichigo, the boy parried the blade. Urahara, using Ichigo's sword as a foothold, kicked off the sword to get some distance between them.

"Zangetsu!" Ichigo yelled out.

Urahara's eyes widened as all of the boy's compressed spiritual power was launched at him with such force that it destroyed everything in its path.

"Scream, Benihime."

As those words left the man's mouth, his blade changed into an actual sword. Using his sword's ability, he was able to create a shield in order to block all of the damage.

"You passed lesson three," the man announced in a joyful voice.

Taking his hat, which had fallen on the ground, he sighed a bit, cleaning the hat from the dirt.

"You totally killed my hat," the man muttered. His hat had a piece of it that had been cut off.

By the boy, of course.

Sighing internally to himself, he looked at Ichigo.

That boy was one scary kid. To be able to achieve so much in so little time... Well, now that that was done, he just needed to get the whole portal-building part done.

This might take a while.

Well, who cares? He had work to do.

Yawning a bit, the man took a piece of apple and bit into it. It tasted awfully sweet. That was not what he expected from a green apple, but okay.

He wondered what kind of stuff Sora was training on right now—probably something important.

Well, for him, it was business for a while.

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Holy dam. Wattpad want hollow oc, wonder what WEBNOVEL will chose