The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

"Oh, It seems like Katen Kyōkotsu is waking up" Shunsui mutters.

"Let her go back to sleep" Sora shut back, he was in no mood to deal with this man Shikai.

"When the Flower Wind Rages, the Flower God Roars, When the Wind of Heaven Rages, the God of the Underworld Sneers Katen Kyōkotsu"

As the sound of the man releasing his Shikai, Sora felt like his chance at victory just going down.

"Quick question, does she always get that excited so quickly" Sora said calmly.

"She is rather hard to please" Shunshui explained, Sora nodded his head.

" I don't know if I should feel glad that I got her excited so fast, or mad at my own bad luck," Sora said dryly

"Katen Kyōkotsu's special ability is to turn children's games into reality" Shunsui jubilated.

"And you telling me that because" Sora raised an eyebrow, he was still wondering why people would flat-out state their ability like this.

Was this some kind of story and the author needed an exposition and that was why they were doing that, or did this man not think he could do shit about it even if he knew?

"Then our little game would end too quickly"

Oh....it seemed like he was being underestimated.

"White," The man said, he then rushed toward Sora and attacked him.

Sora raised his hand to block the move.

As his blade made contact with the move, he felt no impact, as if Shunsui's blade was not allowed to touch his blade.

Something felt off, the next second, the man vanished from sight, Sora immediately activated a blut vein as a slash mark appeared on his back.

Sora's eyes widened a bit, the damage done by that attack was much, much greater than he expected.

As Shunsui Shunpo away, Sora gazed at the man, his brain thinking about what this could be.

The man said his Zanpakuto ability is to turn children's games into reality, if they follow the children's game rule, this should be Sora's turn.

"The game we playing is a player color-based game where the participants say the name of the color they want to cut with their weapons and are unable to cut anything else. If the color the participant calls does not exist on their body, the damage is minimal, even if the attack would normally inflict a much more severe wound. The opposite is true as well"

The man explained...

"This was a bad day to wear all white," Sora said out loud, who could have thought, this Quincy drip of his would have been his downfall, well it was drip or nothing?

"Well, I am basically limited to white" Sora added looking at his full white outfit, maybe today was not the day to preach about the glorious drip.

Clearing his throat, he opened his mouth and said.

"White"

He dashed at the man using his superhuman speed, however just like the mc to most harem story, he got blue balled.

Shunsui simply removed his captain Haori as Sora attacked and missed him.

"You...tricked me..."

"I did," The man said with a smile.

"You ...."

For some odd reason, this man's lazy face was making Sora a bit annoyed, now the man was only wearing his all-black Shikusho, however, Sora was wearing all white, which meant as long as there were under the rule of this game, he was not doing any damage.

Feeling he was just being toyed with.

Turning his blade into a gun once again, Sora popped a Ginto into the gun chamber, before glaring at Shunsui, the man looked like he was having the most fun of time.

Pointing his gun at Shunsui, he began gathering an enormous amount of Reishi, which he added to the Reishi that was already stored in his Ginto.

"You will need a bit more than that to injure me" Shunsui teased playfully, his Zanpakuto strangely enough felt really in the mood to duel with the boy, he had no clue why.

"Himmelsregen"

Upon saying those words, he raised his gun in the air, before letting the attack go.

Shunshui looked confused, who was he aiming it at?

Shunsui however soon got his answer as thousands and I do mean thousands of Reishi bullets came from the sky and started raining on him.

"Oh dear" Were the man's words as he started spamming the shit out of Shunpo.

While Shunsui was busy dealing with the sheer number of Reishi bullets he had to deal with, Sora began forming a new spell, this time, a spell from the system he was creating.

Sora extends his hands or Gintō tubes, creating glowing circular arrays around him. Each array produces multiple weapons that hover momentarily before being launched at blistering speeds.

"Angriffsharmonie: Himmlisches Arsenal"(Harmony of Attack: Heavenly Arsenal)

He did not spam, he just unleashed about a thousand Reishi weapons at Shunsui, his Reiryoku reserves did not tank, and this new system he was using kind of used Ambient Reishi a lot more, alongside his Ginto, so the price he had paid for using two moves was basically Zero.

His energy reserves were still full, and his Reiryoku had not tanked, not even a single bit.

Sora suddenly jumped away, barely avoiding the slash aimed at his back, Shunsui had somehow appeared from Sora's shadow.

This was probably one of the man's games.

"You are just full of tricks, you would have managed to injure me if any of these moves landed"

Sora felt like he was being insulted, however, he didn't care, he had to save Rukia, this fight was getting the attention of everyone in the Seireitei, and he needed to end this.

"You are truly as strong as I heard," Sora said, slowly taking off his gloves.

"I apologize for holding back on you, I can now see, that I cannot rescue Rukia as long as you are an obstacle in my path," Sora said calmly.

Shunsui just looked as the boy removed his gloves, he was kind of curious.

From his small scuffle with the boy, he could tell he was strong, and all those moves he had used, no Quincy in history had used them, so now he wondered, who taught him those moves.

"Those moves of yours, I have never seen any Quincy use them before, they resemble Shinigami arts quite a bit"

"Oh...that because I made them, you were correct in saying they resemble Shinigami arts, the answer is simple, I created a new system for spells for Quincy after examining Shinigami spells, Granted I only had about 17 ish days to do it, so it still a work in progress...."

The battlefield grew quiet for a bit.

"How old are you?" Shunsui suddenly asked.

"16..." Sora replied calmly as he finally removed his second glove.

Shunsui's brow furrows a bit...

The very next second he felt it, Shunsui plummeted to the floor, gracefully he landed without even a scratch, it seemed like he could no longer stand on the Reishi in the air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shunsui couldn't help but witness the way that all of the Reishi in the Seireitei seemed to bend to the boy's whim.

Sora in the air, looked quite angelic, even had the angel wing in everything....

The moment it happened, Shunsui felt the shift—not just a change in the atmosphere, but in the very essence of the Seireitei itself. He plummeted toward the ground, unable to maintain his footing on the Reishi in the air.

Yet, as he descended, his movements were as fluid as ever, his landing more graceful than a leaf brushing the earth.

His wide-brimmed hat tilted forward, casting a shadow over his sharp, curious eyes as he stared upward, no worse for wear but acutely aware that something extraordinary was unfolding.

Above him floated Sora, suspended in a scene that could only be described as otherworldly.

His presence seemed to radiate light, a serene glow that made him appear almost divine. His white Quincy robes were immaculate, reflecting the brilliance of his aura, and from his back, faint, shimmering outlines of angelic wings stretched wide.

They weren't made of flesh or feathers, but pure Reishi—so finely controlled that each particle danced in perfect harmony, giving the impression of ethereal wings beating softly against the air.

The Seireitei itself seemed to obey his every whim. The invisible threads of Reishi that formed the very foundation of the spirit world—the air, the walls, even the stones beneath Shunsui's feet—shimmered faintly, bending, breaking, and reforming at Sora's command.

The molecular bonds of Reishi, which normally held steadfast as the building blocks of the Seireitei, were unraveling.

It wasn't chaotic or destructive, but precise and deliberate, as if Sora were the conductor of an intricate symphony.

Shunsui could see it, the way the Reishi around Sora moved. Every molecule fragmented into its purest form before being drawn toward him like a tide.

The particles swirled around his body in an almost reverent manner, reinforcing him with layers upon layers of condensed Reishi. His spiritual pressure didn't flare out like a storm—it was controlled, measured, and terrifyingly refined.

The air grew dense, and heavy with the absence of Reishi in its natural state. Shunsui felt it in his bones—the shift, the void.

Yet, for all the weight of his power, Sora's expression remained calm, almost serene. His yellow eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the endless stream of particles that flowed toward him, as though he had transcended the limits of control and entered a realm of absolute mastery.

It wasn't just strength; it was artistry. Every movement of Reishi was deliberate, every fragment taken and reconstructed with purpose.

The ethereal wings at his back weren't just for show—they radiated an aura of balance and control, each particle placed with the precision of a painter's brushstroke on a canvas.

As he floated there, Sora looked less like a warrior and more like a deity, the master of a realm that bent to his will.

Shunsui, still standing on the fractured ground, couldn't help but whistle low under his breath. The weight of what he was witnessing sank in, and he tipped his hat back slightly to get a better view.

"Now, that's something you don't see every day," he murmured his tone light but edged with awe. His eyes, however, betrayed a deep unease. For all his experience, for all his power, he had never seen someone unravel the very essence of the Seireitei with such grace, such terrifying control.

A/N I couldn't describe it{Glaze it} well enough, so had to use Ai for the last part, hope y'all don't mind.

Now before you say anything, I feel like when you guys hear Harem the only thing that goes throught y'all mind is collecting women like pokeball, I am here to say my writing is not like that, I build my romance, I make it believable even the dxd story I wrote with 2 love interest it was believable and I show the ups and downs of having a lot of partners.

Tldr, it's not Pokemon collecting, and to be fair it any mc in bleach probably would have its the hollow, considering this will be my only hollow oc, and none of the other oc have hollow love interest.

The Geto one is like Riruka.

The one with eye of death is like Orihimez