The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

After making sure Ichigo was being trained, he stopped by Orihime and Chad, asked them how they were doing, cut to the point, and offered them some training.

Their power, although powerful, was still... well, raw.

And thus, he just helped them train.

Once that was done, he popped by his job. There, he worked for a bit, still petted Yoruichi—because why not?

She was a cat. He was going to ignore that he saw her in her human form.

If he remembered correctly, she had dark skin, golden eyes, and purple hair.

Some people would say she was an 8 or 9 on the smashability scale.

Though he himself wasn't interested. As fun as it was to try and chase after her, she was way older than him. By a long shot.

Plus, he'd much rather keep their current friendship. Petting the kitty was fun, especially finding a dress to put her in.

Maybe in another life, he risked sticking his dick in there, but not this one.

Yoruichi, in this life, was better suited to being a master or accomplice in mischievous activities.

Causing trouble for Urahara was always good.

Speaking of which—

"Sora-kun... I finished your glove," the man said with a gentle smile.

"Already?" Sora added. It had only been a day. How fast did this man work?

"What can I say? I am a man of many talents," the man said with a coy smile.

"Being quick to finish isn't a talent a man should be boasting about," Sora shot back.

Yoruichi, currently sitting on his head, restrained something—sounded like a laugh.

"Need I remind you, I still have your glove?" Kisuke shot back, to which Sora sighed.

"Fine... I will stop calling you Quick Shot."

Sora took the glove from Kisuke.

"So, how does it work?" Sora's eyes gazed at the glove as Kisuke gazed at him.

Kisuke adjusted his hat and smirked, gesturing to the glove in Sora's hand.

"Ah, a fine question, Sora-kun. Let me enlighten you about my genius creation," Kisuke began, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

"This glove is crafted from a highly condensed and woven mixture of Reishi and spiritual fabric, reinforced with special seals I developed. When you put it on, it essentially acts as a limiter on your spiritual output. To be precise, it restrains your Reiatsu by 60%, keeping you from overwhelming your surroundings or yourself. No sudden spiritual explosions from frustration or excitement—quite useful in public, no?"

Sora raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the patronizing tone. "And the 80% bit?"

Kisuke's grin widened as he tapped the glove. "Ah, the real gem. It limits your ability to manipulate Reishi by 80%. That means even if you tried to draw in Reishi from the atmosphere to compensate, you'd hit a wall. This forces you to rely solely on your innate spiritual energy reserves. It's like running a marathon while carrying weights—trains your endurance and control simultaneously."

"That sounds fun," Sora said sarcastically, turning the glove over in his hand.

"Oh, it gets better," Kisuke said with a chuckle. "I've added a little feature that allows you to adjust the percentages if you're feeling particularly masochistic. But fair warning: those adjustments won't come easy. The glove's seals respond to your spiritual intent and control, so you'll have to work for any leeway it gives you. Consider it... incentive for growth."

Sora sighed as he slipped the glove onto his hand. "So, basically, it's a training handicap?"

"Exactly! And a fashionable one at that," Kisuke replied, his voice brimming with feigned enthusiasm.

"Yeah, nothing screams 'fashion' like spiritual bondage gear," Sora deadpanned.

Yoruichi, still perched on his head, let out a laugh, clearly amused.

"Don't forget to thank me when you get stronger, Sora-kun," Kisuke said, waving him off.

"Yeah, yeah," Sora muttered, flexing his fingers in the glove. He could already feel the restrictions set in, the weight of his spiritual pressure becoming increasingly difficult to bear.

Sora took in a deep breath.

"And I will be deducting this from your next paycheck," the man said nonchalantly.

Yeah, Sora knew some shenanigans like this were coming.

"I want to beat him..."

Kisuke's brow furrowed at that. Was Sora referring to Aizen?

"And who might that be?" he feigned ignorance.

"Aizen... He utterly embarrassed me. I stood no chance. If he wanted to, he could have killed Uryu, and I would have been too weak to do anything about it... I despise this feeling," Sora muttered, glancing at his glove.

Sora's Reiatsu was mostly sealed—like 60%—so why the fuck did it feel like he had more Reiatsu than a captain? Like, a lot more than twice the amount of a captain?

There was no denying it. Sora had gotten stronger. Way stronger.

Something in Soul Society had caused Sora's reserves to skyrocket. His current restrained self was probably stronger than his full-power self before he entered Soul Society.

"Kisuke... do you have any training regimen in mind?"

Kisuke's face turned serious.

"I do have one in mind."

A/N...Sora's adaptation has matured alongside him, and as of now, it's still in its teenage years. I believe some of you may have realized this, but yes, his adaptation can lead to him gaining a new ability. Even if this ability is temporary, with training, he can make it permanent.

The thought of him using Sakanade and Kyoka Suigetsu is somewhat intimidating. However, compared to the powers Ywach possesses, it doesn't seem overly broken just yet. His adaptation will need to become stronger—more powerful, and more {SPOILER}{SPOILER}.

Well dam, guess I can't say shit till it's revealed.