The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Standing there with his hand in his pocket, Sora waited for the Senkaimon to be open once again.

In his words, he doesn't want to feel like he was in a Concentration camp, with way too many old men watching him.

Shit feels weird.

Sora watched Ichigo get his substitute Shinigami badge, how fun.

As Sora looked at it, he yawn a bit, there was a tracker in that shit, well he was in no mood to deal with Soul Reaper politics.

Why the fuck did the old man have to be here, buff ass old man.

The memory of his clone that fought with Yamamoto had come to him, he didn't know why, usually clones did not carry memory with them, this time it was different, it felt like Yamamoto had imprinted the fear of God into his Reishi clone.

Simply just his Seelenbild (Soul Image).

Granted, he had pre-adapted to fire so his clone lasted longer, however, he had not adapted to these hands.

And Yamamoto used that to beat the ever-living dog shit out of his clones.

The man beat the clone so much that Sora Reishi remembered the beating, which caused Sora himself to shiver anytime old man Yama was close by.

Adapting to fire didn't mean shit when the man still managed to burn him....he was immune to fire for Christ's sake and his clone lost due to the fire consuming him.

"So we going or not" Sora said getting a bit impatient.

The man whose lungs were worse than someone with stage 3 of lung cancer gave him a polite smile, saying that, he was just finishing formality.

"What with your lungs?"

The man's brow furrows at this, while Sora simply shrugs his shoulder in response.

"I am like pretty sensitive to Reishi and Shinigami are like spiritual beings, So I can usually estimate how strong they are based on this, the reason why I know to stay the fuck away from this old gentleman"

Sora said lightly pointing at Yamato.

"The lovely nurse"

That was directed at Unohana, he hoped, she wouldn't kill him.

"And the dude who seems to drink for fun"

"I am not that strong," Shunsui said with a smile.

"We both know you were holding back, " Sora said sighing a bit

"May I?" Sora said calmly approaching Ukitake, the man seemed a bit on edge.

Though strangely he didn't stop him.

As Sora placed his hand on Ukitake's chest, the air grew heavy, Sora felt like he was touching something he shouldn't be, however, it felt so familiar.

He appears in front of a hand, a hand with an eye on the back.

The eyes gazed at him, he gazed back, his pupil turning a slight shade of red.

He just glanced at it, he glanced back at him, no talking was done the whole time.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, a decent amount of the nearby Reishi begin converging with Ukitake.

Though a dark substance highly pushes Sora away.

Though the person who felt the most different was Ukitake himself, his lungs, had grown, from that of a small child to that of an early teen.

Sure, he would still be sick, but that chance was less likely now.

'Good fucking job Sora, you just had to be kind' Sora thought to himself, he kept talking about wanting to keep a low profile and yet here he was, the second he saw someone in need, he wanted to help.

Granted, it wasn't like he got out of this unscathed.

Deep within his subconscious, a tiny piece of that black glue that was all over Utakite's body could be seen.

A small little piece of it could be seen making itself at home.

However, he guessed that this wasn't without its good side, one a good note, this guy was Yamamoto's student so being in the old man's good book was quite helpful.

That was always good.

As Utakite began moving around, Sora could be seen on the floor, his golden eyes, turning silver, and then red.

His eyes felt weird, so fucking weird.

That weird feeling was back, he felt as if some restrictions that had been placed on his body was loosening.

A strange black create could be seen, loosening its grip on his {redacted}

He once again could see that strange man he had seen before.

The man this time however was not in a cage, instead, he seemed to be free, and his essence seemed to be absorbed into someone.

Sora felt like he was glancing into so many alternate realities right now.

He was lucky that no one could see his eyes right now, as 2 new pupils appeared, all three of them a dark crimson color.

Ukitake could be seen getting closer to him, asking him if he was okay.

His simple answer to that was.

"Good news, I healed your lung partially, so instead of stage 4 cancer, it's now just stage 3...bad news, you still have cancer and it fights back"

Though as Sora got up to face everyone else, his eyes, had long since returned to being normal.

"If I knew this would have hurt you so much, I would-" Before Ukitake could finish Sora stopped him saying.

"Consider this my formal apology for the shenanigans I pulled while here, anyway, I hope to never fight any of you again...especially the old man"

Shunsui cracked up at that, it seemed like Yamamoto had managed to traumatize the kid.

Ukitake gave a wry smile at that, He thought he knew Sora's character by now, he was no threat to soul society really, the only reason he came here was for Rukia, and from what he had seen and heard.

He liked her quite a bit.

While Sora and his friend were getting ready to leave Soul Society once and for all.

Somewhere deep in the shadow of soul society, in the Wandenreich.

A man could be seen, appearing to be tall and of middle age, with a long face, broad chin pronounced cheekbones, and reddish-brown eyes topped with thin eyebrows.

His long black hair extends to his lower back and is complemented by well-groomed mutton chops, along with a connected mustache, while the rest of his face remains clean-shaven.

He wore a white, double-breasted trench coat adorned with the Wandenreich symbol in the middle, featuring large buttoned cuffs and lapels, paired with white trousers and trench boots.

Over this, he drapes a tattered maroon-black cloak that reaches his ankles, which has a red ribbon tied near the neck and is secured on the left side with a single large button.

This man/Fraud could be seen sitting on his throne.

He felt it once again, for a split second, he had felt that Quincy's strength, usually, he could not see him, however this time it felt like the boy was like right there, as if the boy was in the soul society and had come into contact with a piece of the soul king.

For that split second, he could feel the boy, he had tried to claim the boy, however, it seemed as if, he could not take the boy's powers as his own, as if the boy's power did not come from him.

As if the boy's power did not belong to him.

"Haschwalth"

A tall and handsome young man with a slender build and long blonde hair that falls past his shoulders, complemented by blonde eyelashes.

His attire was a variation of the Sternritter's signature white uniform. This includes a hooded cloak, and a calf-length trench coat appropriate for his rank, featuring dark green fur running from the left collar to the front of the coat. He also wore a green belt with a golden buckle, along with white trousers and shoes.

His real shrift name was the [G],for the Glazer

"Your majesty," The man said bowing his head.

"Haschwalth, have you done what I had asked of you" The man said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, your majesty," Haschwalth said his head still bowed.

Yhwach nods his head as if to say to go on.

"After further investigation, Sora Ishida is Gemischt Quincy, Son of Kaede Ishida, his father is still unknown, it is most likely a human, Sora Ishida possesses an abnormal amount of spiritual energy, and his ability to plunder Reishi is only rivaled by the majesty elite guards and the majesty himself, He seems to have formed a bond with the Shinigami Rukia Kuchiki so far, it only looks like friendship, it has the possibly to turn into something more"

Well, this could become a problem, Yhwach in all of his mercy could let Sora in his rank even if he was Gemischt Quincy, his skill in power spoke for themself.

Wait...he was Kaede's son...that would explain his insane potential, and that rebellious spirit.

"Go on," Yhwach said calmly, Haschwalth nodded his head before going on.

"He seems to have mastered the Letzt Stil, managing to acquire a pseudo-Volstandig without requiring his majesty's blood..."

"From the report, Sora Ishida is quite close to his cousin Uryu Ishida, during his fight with Shunsui Kyoraku captain of the 8 division, Sora Ishida seems to be developing a new efficient way to use Ginto and make use of Quincy's ability to plunder Reishi, from what was observed, even in its infantile stage it is quite potent"

To that Yhwach eyes seemed to open, this was potential that he could not escape, no matter what, this potential belonged in here, and with it, they could finally manage to make use of their Soldat, they would be more beefy canon fodder, canon fodder nonetheless but more useful.

Their elite member would have to waste less of their Reiryoku with this.

Kaede Ishida.....former member of the Schutzstaffel.

As Yhwach said to recruit him, Haschwalth opened his mouth and said.

"This would appear to be more difficult, Sora Ishida seems to have a burning hatred for the man who has killed his mother that night, Soken Ishida revealed to him that the person who had taken his mother's life was the king of the Quincy"

Well dam...even in death this old man was still flipping him.

However...Sora was still a teenage boy....he could be swayed, if not by power then.....

A/N... I try to make changes so the fanfiction story doesn't follow the bleach story to a tea, like it still bleach, but its not following the main character around and not changing the plot at all.

I hate it when mc is op and just follows the plot, just read a dxd story where the main character had the power of Zeno as a sayen and fear by everyone, join Rias Peerage and lose to Rizer....fucking Rizer,