What if The Wandereich got to Sora first..special(100)
As the light faded... Sora could be seen clinging to his mother's body, his tiny hands shaking as he sobbed.
"Mommy, please... wake up!"
It seemed like, mentally, he had reverted back to a child who was about four to five years old.
His voice cracked, and his small frame trembled as he saw the life vanish from his mother's eyes.
No, this couldn't be true.
His mother couldn't be dead... she was his mother... his everything.
The world lost its color. He couldn't hear anything anymore. He wanted his mommy back.
And then—
A shadow loomed over him.
Jugram Haschwalth stood in silence, golden eyes studying the crying child.
This boy... he was a carbon copy of Kaede. The same face, the same presence. He looked just like her, just as a girl with white hair—who, from the look of it, was slowly turning silver.
It seemed like the boy's body was fusing with the silver arrow of stillness.
Jugram, however, was not here to hesitate.
Without a word, Jugram moved.
A swift hand reached out, and before Sora could react, his world turned black.
His body slumped, though before his head could hit the floor, Jugram had caught him.
He grabbed the small child, holding him in his arms. For a nine-year-old, Sora was surprisingly small—almost as if he aged slower.
The air around them still crackled with unstable Reishi. If Jugram's guess was correct, Soul Reapers should be arriving in less than five minutes.
So, he better leave now.
He turned around and started walking into the shadows.
Though just as he did so, another presence could be felt.
Ryūken Ishida.
The first thing the man saw was the empty space where Sora had been... His gaze landed on a dress on the floor.
It was Kaede. There was no need to guess or assume—he knew for certain it was Kaede.
The small cuts along the edges of the dress were her doing. She had a habit of doing that whenever she was stressed, though she was skilled enough to hide it from most eyes...
Not his, though.
"Kaede..."
His gaze landed on Jugram, carrying a small child on his shoulder.
In an instant, Ryūken had already summoned his Quincy bow, the violent Reishi in the air instantly bowing to his will.
"Give him back."
The words left his mouth, yet Jugram simply gazed at the man, an indifferent look on his face.
"His Majesty requests for the child to be brought to him."
After saying those words, he vanished before Ryūken could shoot his arrow.
What seemed to be regret simmered in the man's eyes.
He had failed her.
He couldn't protect h## son after all.
Though before he could despair, he felt Kaede helping him up—the last fragment of her will making sure the man held his head up high.
"You look horrible when you are sad."
POV Change
Sora awoke from his little forceful nap, his hand going to his neck in an instant. He didn't like being snuck like this.
His vision was a bit blurry...
Though the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a massive throne room that almost seemed divine.
Before him, sitting like a god upon his throne, was Yhwach.
Sora didn't know why, but this man felt familiar. He tilted his head a bit. Was this man like a long-lost brother... or uncle?
Yhwach, seeing the child's gaze, decided to activate his max-level gaslighting skill and propaganda machine.
"Ah, my son."
His voice was smooth and deep, yet Sora felt an undeniable authority in it.
Odd.
Sora looked up at the man, his eyes still red from crying. He had just remembered—his mom had died, which caused him to clench his fists.
"Mommy... where is my mommy?"
The boy's spiritual energy flared, spiking and falling randomly.
At its lowest, it was as weak as a Soldat. Yet at its highest, its power rivaled that of some Sternritters.
The sheer power coming from this singular child was ridiculous... and it kept growing every passing second.
Yhwach, the 'benevolent' king he was, gave the child a gentle yet fatherly smile.
"She is safe," he said, his tone wrapped in an overwhelming presence that demanded belief. "She is in a better place now."
It was as if the man was saying his word was law, and all Sora needed to do was believe him.
Sora's breath hitched. "A... better place?"
He was still a gullible child. To him, what reason would this gentle-looking man have to lie?
Why would anyone with a mustache lie to him?
What purpose would that serve? It wasn't like he could be of any use.
"Yes," Yhwach continued, his voice weaving its perfect lie. "Nine years ago, the Shinigami captured her. We presumed she was lost. To think you would return to me so soon, my child..."
The boy's confused mind struggled to process the words.
Captured?
Presumed lost?
But—he had just been with her... hadn't he?
His tiny fingers curled into his palms.
"If the Shinigami hadn't tainted her..." Yhwach sighed, shaking his head in a performance of regret. "She would still be here."
The world's best actor right there. This man deserved a trophy for his impeccable acting skills.
Meanwhile, Sora clutched his chest...
A strange sensation he had never felt before in his life began to rise.
He began to truly hate.
Odd.
Most of the time, he just strongly disliked something.
Yhwach leaned forward, his deep eyes locking onto the child's.
"Train, my son," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "Become strong. Make her proud."
Something inside Sora—something small, fragile, broken—clung to those words.
Never realizing he was just a pawn in this game of life.
Yet he saw hope.
And he wanted to make his mother proud of him.
Make her proud.
He could do that, right?
His eyes brightened, a big smile stretching across his face.
"Okay!" he chirped, nodding. "I'll be strong!"
The moment the words left his lips—
His Adaptation Wheel appeared above his head.
His three pupils returned.
And his Reiatsu flared once again, this time reaching the upper mid-tier of Sternritter. It climbed until it reached the lower high-tier of Sternritters.
And then kept climbing reaching a level that most Quincy could never hope to achieve.
The boy's power could practically be felt all around the castle.
A brief flicker of shock passed over Yhwach's face.
Jugram tensed beside the boy.
Yhwach's brow furrowed.
So... this was Sōken's plan.
All this time, that old man had been molding this child into the perfect weapon.
A being whose power naturally evolved to overcome anything.
A Quincy with infinite adaptability.
A Quincy like Yhwach himself.
Sora's raw, untapped potential was... scary.
Even at such a young age, his power dwarfed people who had trained their whole lives. Yet this boy had never wielded a weapon before—unless you considered a tootsie roll a weapon, then maybe he had.
A weapon that could, one day, rival even him.
Yhwach's smile remained, but something dark lurked behind his eyes.
No matter.
If the child was meant to be a weapon against him, then he would use him.
He would forge this boy into the perfect instrument of war.
"Jugram," Yhwach commanded, his voice as final as fate.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Jugram responded immediately.
"You will oversee his training."
"...Understood."
Jugram did not question it. He simply accepted. His Majesty's word was law.
And that was how Jugram became the boy's guardian.
Time skip.
As Sora was led to his new room... although the place was spacious, pristine, and immaculate...
It was too clean. Too empty.
The boy frowned.
His tiny fingers fidgeted as he looked around. The white walls, the perfect symmetry, the utter lack of anything... warm.
He didn't like it.
It didn't feel right.
It didn't feel like her.
He looked up at Jugram, his small face scrunching in dissatisfaction.
"I don't like it."
Jugram, standing stiffly beside him, glanced down. "Is something wrong?"
Sora pouted, crossing his arms. "It doesn't have color. It doesn't feel like Mommy."
Jugram remained silent for a moment.
Then, with a simple nod, he left.
An hour later, the room had changed.
It was exactly like Kaede's.
This felt better.
This felt way better.
POV change
Gremmy could be seen sitting inside his containment cell. He looked very bored.
Like, life-wasn't-fun level of bored.
He stared at the walls as he tapped his finger against his knees. Yeah, sure, he was just a brain. However, he hadn't left this body for a long time.
Since the last time he saw Kaede, he had never left this form. He rather liked it.
His eyes went toward the baking book Kaede had left behind... He had read it about a thousand times by now.
He wondered when she would be back.
Then... he felt it. A very familiar Reiatsu presence. The boy's head snapped up, his golden eyes widening. This was Kaede's Reiatsu... close enough to it...
A smile appeared on the boy's face as he stood up. The very next second, the guards who were supposed to guard him vanished, as if they never existed to begin with... just like he had imagined.
With a hand in his pocket, he stepped forward, walking out of his cell like a child sneaking out past bedtime.
The halls blurred the more he walked, as if reality itself was bending for him.
Kaede was back, and he needed to see her.
"Where were you this whole time, old hag?" Gremmy said the second he entered her room.
He expected to feel himself being punched or to hear a retort, but instead, what he saw was a small child.
A child that looked eerily similar to her, with silver hair and yellow eyes... the same piercing yellow eyes that Kaede possessed.
This child wasn't Kaede... yet his very presence felt so much like her.
Gremmy's golden eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a frown.
Who was this kid?
"Where is Kaede?" he asked, somehow managing to sound arrogant yet confused at the same time.
Gremmy exhaled, running a hand through his hair, feeling something unfamiliar twist inside him.
Loss? Annoyance? Guilt?
He hated it.
His gaze returned to the small child in front of him.
A child with her blood.
A child who reminded him of her.
His lips curled into a grin again, but this time... it wasn't as arrogant.
"Alright then," he said, declaring it as law. "From now on, I'm your big brother."
The boy said it with such eagerness he even stunned himself.
Gremmy crouched down to Sora's level, poking him on his forehead.
"Yeah. I'll protect you, no matter what. So if anyone tries to bully you—"
His golden eyes gleamed.
"Tell me, and I'll deal with them."
Sora's expression slowly brightened, his grief momentarily forgotten.
He smiled.
"Okay!"
A while later, Gremmy could be seen doing Sora's hair as tennis ball-sized planets floated all around them, all thanks to Gremmy's imagination.
Jugram entered the room just to see this.
Gremmy... doing the boy's hair.
This was to be expected. Kaede had practically been a mother figure to the boy, so it was within expectations that the second he caught a whiff of something closely related to the girl, he would come and find it.
Jugram glanced at Sora before saying,
"Training begins tomorrow."
The boy just nodded his head along, watching as the seven planets circled around him like he was some sort of star.
He kind of liked this. This felt a bit more fun than everything he had seen so far inside this place.
Time skip
Sora was seen inside a vast training hall, watching as Quilge Opie paced before him, the man's sharp, beady eyes gleaming with strict discipline.
"The Wandenreich is an empire." Quilge's voice was sharp, almost fanatic. "We serve His Majesty with absolute devotion!"
"...Okay?" Sora blinked a bit. Why was the adult being so serious? It could never be that deep.
Quilge's eyes narrowed.
"You do not simply say 'okay'!" He slammed his boot against the floor. "You must breathe devotion! You must exist for His Majesty's will!"
"So... do I get to shoot cool lasers?" That childlike innocence was still there, to some level.
Sora wasn't scared of this man, not in the least. His funny hairstyle made it hard not to laugh.
Quilge's eye twitched.
"...Yes," he admitted begrudgingly.
"Then I'll do it!"
And just like that, the Quincy Empire gained a new eager soldier... He wasn't hard to please.
Funny hairstyle man told him he could shoot cool lasers, and thus he was all up for it.
Quilge inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the headache forming.
"Fine," he said, rubbing his temple. "We begin with Blut. It is the foundation of Quincy defense and offense—"
Sora activated it immediately.
Quilge froze.
The child's veins glowed blue, his Reishi reinforcing his body in a perfect display of Blut Vene.
Quilge's jaw nearly dropped.
"...What."
Sora grinned, showing his teeth. "Next?"
The next few hours continued like this.
Quilge would explain a technique—Sora would instantly learn it.
Hirenkyaku? Mastered in minutes.
Ransotengai? He could already control some of his limbs.
Quilge had expected to train the boy for months.
Yet in a single day, Sora had grasped skills that took elite Quincy years to perfect.
A true monster.
Quilge wiped his forehead, his fanaticism breaking for a brief moment as he muttered, "This is... unnatural."
If it was a skill a Quincy could master, Sora showed great proficiency for it.
No matter how hard it was supposed to be... yeah, this boy was Kaede's son. That monstrous talent was only showcased in one other Quincy, apart from His Majesty, of course. {Mandatory Yhwach Glaze}
The Sternritter Test
Sora stood in the massive training grounds, hands tucked in his pockets, his golden eyes surveying the competition.
The other Quincy—some in their late teens, others full-grown adults—sneered at him.
A twelve-year-old?
They had trained for years, and now they had to compete against a child?
Not only that—
"He's not even a pure-blood," one muttered.
"He's gonna get wiped out," another scoffed.
Sora said nothing.
Jugram stood at the sidelines, watching as Yhwach himself observed from a throne-like chair in the distance.
The test began.
The Quincy warriors lunged at Sora all at once.
And in the span of ten minutes—
They were all on the ground.
Bruised. Broken. Humiliated.
Sora stood in the middle of them, untouched, his hands still in his pockets.
A small, cocky smirk curled at his lips—a habit he had picked up from Gremmy.
Silence.
Utter disbelief.
That year, only one person became a Sternritter.
Sora.
The youngest Sternritter in history.
Well, it was to be expected. He was a genius, after all.
Not long after the test ended, a familiar voice rang through the training grounds.
"OI, SHORTY!"
Sora turned just in time to see Gremmy casually approaching, a lazy grin on his face.
The guards gave him wary looks, knowing exactly who he was, but no one dared to stop him.
Gremmy flung an arm around Sora's shoulders, pulling him in.
"Not bad, little bro. You actually made those old guys look pathetic."
"I only did what you taught me." Yes... this was his brother figure in the Wandenreich... not the best of influences, but oh well.
He smiled proudly as he dragged Sora away.
Yhwach just watched this scene and said nothing.
He had grown used to this sight.
A While Later
"The boy has far exceeded expectations," Jugram reported. "In only three years, he has reached the upper ranks of the Sternritter."
Yes, this progress was what Yhwach wanted... in a short time, the boy would be strong enough to utterly crush the Shinigami.
The boy was proving to be the best investment he had made so far.
That was good.
As Sora and Gremmy wandered through the castle halls, something caught Sora's eye.
He saw a group of girls looking at a poster... that was his mom on that poster.
He blinked in confusion. ...What?
"Why are they looking at her like that?" he asked.
Gremmy followed his gaze, then snorted.
"Oh, right," he said, smirking. "Your mom was kinda an idol around here."
Sora's brows furrowed. "An idol?"
Gremmy nodded. "Before you, she was the youngest to ever become a Sternritter. Only 16. Then she joined the King's elite squad at 18."
Sora's eyes widened a bit. His mother was strong... very strong.
He wondered how she achieved such feats.
Didn't she come to the Wandenreich when she was like 10 or 12?
"She found out that she would gain access to the Sun Gates if she became a Sternritter."
Oh... so something in the Human World motivated her that much, huh? Wonder what it was.
Anyway, he had much better things to do now.
POV change
Bazz-B yawned as he entered his room, running a hand through his hair—
And froze.
His hand wouldn't move.
A slow, horrifying realization dawned on him. ...Holy fuck... my hand is glued to my hair.
"No." He refused to believe it. There was no way this was true.
He tugged harder—
His hair wouldn't budge.
Super glue.
A shit-ton of super glue.
From the hallway, suppressed giggling could be heard.
Bazz-B's eye twitched.
"SORA!!!"
Sora had childlike joy on his face as he watched Bazz-B's anger. This was fun to the child.
Time Skip
Sora could be seen strolling through the halls of Silbern, looking rather bored.
Now 16 years of age, after being trained by Yhwach's best soldiers for so long, he had practically mastered everything needed to be a good Quincy.
Every Quincy skill—he had mastered. Like, fully mastered.
He now basically could not run out of spiritual energy. Not because he had so much of it—though, to be fair, he did have a lot, second only to Yhwach—but because he was very efficient with it. No moves wasted more Reishi than they should have. Everything was meticulous and perfect.
As he turned a corner, he saw a girl, about 17, tearing into some poor bastard.
"Are you fucking blind or just naturally this stupid?!" she snapped, arms crossed, her piercing red eyes locked onto the trembling guy in front of her.
He looked traumatized.
She wasn't done.
"Seriously, how do you even breathe without someone reminding you?! You're like—like a fucking thing! A walking failure!"
Damn... to hear that from a girl must be horrible, especially since it looked like the guy had just confessed to her.
This whole scene felt rather funny.
Funny seeing two weaklings at each other's throats.
Maybe spending that much time with Gremmy wasn't good.
He felt bad for that guy in the CoD lobby... Gremmy did not have to do him like that.
As to why they could play a game who hadn't released yet, he used his allmighty to see the game and Gremmy imagined it.
The girl snapped around, catching his gaze.
"The fuck are you looking at?" she demanded.
Who the fuck did she think she was speaking to?
"You," he replied simply in a rather calm voice.
She seemed to be observing him head to toe.
Then, she really looked at him.
His silver-white hair. His sharp features. His stupidly handsome face.
Her irritation melted.
Wasn't he just a cutie?
"...Tch." She flipped her hair, suddenly all sweetness and innocence.
"I'm Bambietta," she introduced, flashing him a smile way too charming. "Wanna come to my room?"
Sora blinked.
Well.
That escalated quickly.
Also, were all Quincy women this forward?
Sora narrowed his golden eyes at the girl before him, his Reiatsu flaring with unquestionable dominance. Who the fuck did she think she was?
Did she think they stood equally? How wrong could she truly be?
Without saying a word, his Reiatsu came out. However, instead of everyone feeling it, all of it was pushed toward Bambietta.
Not all of it, just enough for her to feel like she was going to die.
Bambietta's knees buckled.
Her breath hitched, her confidence shattering in an instant.
Holy shit. Who was this guy...?
Then it clicked in her mind.
Silver hair. Piercing yellow eyes. Overwhelming power...
Wasn't this Sora? His Majesty's heir?
The youngest Quincy to become a Sternritter.
The man she was mocking earlier, thinking he had no chance of piping her—let alone having the honor of being called her boyfriend. Actually, that was way too high for such an average guy. Even "friends with benefits" or "fuck buddy" was too high for that guy.
Her standards, of course. You truly know you are cooked in the looks department when a girl that sleeps around doesn't even dare to look in your general location.
From the puke on the floor... oh damn.
Was she that disgusted?
Probably why he was so happy seeing her spirit breaking.
Probably thought this was divine justice.
Meanwhile, Sora was pondering whether to kill her or not.
He could have killed her.
Easily.
After all, Sora was Gary Sue-level busted. The strongest Quincy under His Majesty.
His basic Quincy abilities were improved so freaking much that he could fight forever and never run out of energy or Reiatsu.
This was how good his control over Reishi had become.
He had achieved absolute dominion over Reishi.
Not just 99%... but absolute.
He could do what Quilge could do in his Vollständig in his base form.
He was the perfect weapon.
And then, there was his ability.
His version of The Almighty had made him even more broken than he was before.
Have you ever heard of someone adapting to your whole moveset before you even breathe in their general location?
No?
Okay.
If he activated The Almighty and saw a future where someone attacked him, his body would immediately adapt to that attack.
Before the enemy could even move, before they could even breathe in his presence, Sora had already adapted to their entire moveset.
In short—
They lost before the fight even started.
And yet...
Tears.
They formed in Bambietta's crimson eyes, threatening to spill over.
Something twisted in his chest at the sight.
Even after being raised in the Wandenreich, after being molded into a weapon for so long, his mother's lingering warmth remained.
He couldn't bring himself to kill her... partly because she kind of resembled his mom.
"Tch." He let his Reiatsu calm down. Looking at the girl in front of him, he knew he couldn't kill her. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
"In exchange for not killing you for such disrespect," he said, voice slow and measured, "you will serve me."
Bambietta, still trembling, nodded immediately.
She was basically a glorified maid now.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her a key.
"You know where to go."
He watched as she left.
Why was he still so soft?
Wandenreich Castle
As he entered the halls, Jugram was already waiting for him.
"You added someone new," Jugram said, his tone as neutral as ever.
Sora barely looked at Jugram.
Why the fuck would the man ask such a question when Sora knew he already had the answer?
"Why ask when you already know?"
Surprisingly, no one objected to him keeping that girl around.
No warnings. No reprimands.
Almost like...
Like they wanted this.
Like they wanted him to do something like this.
Heh. Who cared? He got his special education for some maids. He was frustrated from a session, and she offered to help... quite literally blew her back out.
Became quite a weekly occurrence.
Sora's Chambers
After speaking with Yhwach for a bit about his plans, Sora returned to his chambers.
There, the woman was waiting for him.
How fun.
Though he did want to see what she was capable of—he didn't want any weak maids.
"Show me your Quincy skills," he ordered.
She obeyed immediately.
And—
Tch.
Her Blut was ass.
Her Hirenkyaku was garbage.
Her control was garbage.
Then again, from Sora's perspective, even Quilge Opie's Blut Vene was mediocre at best—so of course this girl's attempts looked like trash.
When you can literally make anything out of Reishi—even a fully functioning gaming setup to play video games with your elder brother—average Quincy abilities looked quite ass.
"Hmph." He exhaled sharply, watching her struggle.
"I don't like weak maids," he remarked lazily.
Bambietta's hands clenched into fists.
"You will train. Hard. Personally."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
"You—You're going to train me?"
Sora sighed, rubbing his temple.
"You're my only maid. I don't let anyone else touch my shit."
The other maid had to leave on a break for a while. She needed it after her hard work—both in releasing his pent-up frustration and in cleaning this shit by herself.
Did not feel right.
He glanced to the side, his mind suddenly replaying something.
...Jugram.
The man who never let him do anything.
Who was strict on every decision he made.
Yet he had been unusually lenient about this.
No restrictions. No warnings. No interference.
Why?
Why let this shit slide?
Sora's eyes widened slightly as realization dawned on him.
...Oh.
Oh.
Time Skip
A few weeks had passed. Sora could be seen with his arms crossed, watching Bambietta struggle under his training.
He had wanted to see how much she could improve—had her do every single Quincy technique and pushed her until she was exhausted.
Once she was drained of energy completely, only then would he swoop in and refill her reserves.
This went on for a long, long-ass time.
Surprisingly?
She got it.
Not because she was naturally talented, but because she was basically being forced to do this nonstop for 8 hours a day... every day.
And Sora?
He found that entertaining.
Currently, she was drained of any energy, her breath was ragged, and her muscles were screaming at her to stop, to give up, to please give up.
What she was doing right now was trying to make a Quincy bow... sound easy, right?
90% of the Reishi in the air was stripped away from her, and the remaining 10% was given some sort of magnet capability... all of them were positively charged, which meant they repelled each other.
Her skin glistened, droplets of sweat rolling down her body.
...Fun.
This was just the basic shit. Wonder why it was taking her so long to get it.
Finally—
A bright Reishi bow manifested in her hands.
"I did it!" she gasped, eyes shining.
She fucking did it... finally, after what felt like hours... days of sleepless nights, she did it.
And before Sora could even react—
She hugged him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, her body pressing against his.
Warm.
Soft.
...Shit.
Sora blinked.
His body had a reaction.
Ransōtengai existed for a reason.
His Majesty probably wouldn't approve of it being used to suppress an erection, but who cared?
Not like Yhwach could see what Sora was doing.
It took Bambietta two seconds to realize her fuck-up.
Her face turned red, and she jumped back, raising her hands in panic.
"I—I'm so sorry! That was— I didn't mean to—!"
Sora didn't respond immediately.
Instead, his mind drifted to something else.
Yhwach's words.
The day a Quincy who had mocked him and told him to get away from his lover... oh, so the maid had someone in her life... Sora felt bad, but before he could apologize for his actions, the man had been forced to bow, his forehead pressed beneath Sora's boot.
"Sora, you are my successor. The world is yours for the taking. Whatever you want—take it. As long as you bring results."
Sora's golden eyes darkened.
No matter what he did, he was forgiven, yet this man, who had been wrong, had been forced to apologize.
Even though Sora did feel some guilt, some good gaslighting from Yhwach and Sora's view had changed.
He looked at Bambietta.
She was still flustered, still rambling apologies.
...Who was he to hold back?
His lips curled into a smirk.
"My room."
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes widened.
And yet... she didn't refuse.
Time Skip – A New Adaptation
Sora got up from his messy bed, staring at the clothes on the floor, the fully used box of condoms... shit, he needed to buy some more.
"Huh."
He adapted to combat.
He adapted to attacks.
But...
"I can adapt to sex too."
Not exactly something he thought he'd ever say.
He shifted slightly, his body still carrying the aftereffects of what had transpired.
Beside him, Bambietta lay face down, her bare back exposed, her entire body limp.
She was out cold.
A smirk pulled at his lips.
Her ass was going to be sore for a while.
Fun.
Well, it had been a while since he relieved stress. Guess he went too hard... she survived though, which meant she wouldn't break.
Good. He had a stress reliever.
A few hours later, she finally stirred—only to struggle to even sit up.
She groaned, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, only to stumble.
She shot him a glare.
"Did-I....do well" She was acting quite submissive, a complete 180 from her usual bratty personality.
Hm, so this was strength done to people.
"You did decent," he said calmly.
Hm, she seemed happy about that compliment as if he had just said, he wouldn't kill her.
"Your technique need work though"
Time Skip – An Unexpected Encounter
After a meeting with His Majesty, Sora walked through the halls, mind idly replaying something Yhwach had said—
Aizen Sōsuke.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
He made sure to remember those names.
They seemed important.
As he turned a corner, he spotted Bambietta—but she wasn't alone.
She was talking to a green-haired girl who exuded cocky energy... and she was as bitchy as Bambietta... fun.
Her voice carried through the hallway.
"The mighty have fallen, huh? Look at you, Bambi—reduced to a damn maid."
Sora's gaze hardened.
The green-haired girl—Candice—was mocking Bambietta, her smirk full of amusement and fake pity.
Bambietta, to her credit, looked pissed.
Sora let out a bored yawn, then walked towards them.
His Reiatsu flared—
But only targeted Candice.
The effect was instant.
Candice's cocky smirk vanished.
Her body locked up, her breath caught in her throat.
Bambietta's eyes widened as Sora approached.
His gaze shifted to her, completely ignoring Candice.
"Who's this?" he asked, his voice sounding... rather flat.
Bambietta exhaled, trying to steady herself... Being in Sora's presence kind of made her go weak in the knees.
It was either his overwhelming strength or the fact that he was in her guts quite regularly... or the fact that, in terms of looks, he was just so hot.
It was either one of those three... or just one of them.
"An old friend," she replied like a tamed puppy.
Sora looked bored.
"Don't take too long."
And with that, he walked away.
As soon as he was gone—
Candice staggered, gasping for air as if she had been drowning.
The pressure was gone, but the fear remained.
She turned to Bambietta, eyes wide with lingering horror.
"What the hell...?" she whispered.
She felt like she was drowning at the bottom of the ocean, with no end in sight.
Bambietta smirked, taking advantage of the moment.
"What? You scared?" she taunted.
Candice scowled, shaking off the feeling.
Then, her lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"As if you could ever be his lover," she scoffed. "His pet, maybe."
Bambietta's smirk didn't waver.
"At least it's better than what you have."
Candice's expression twisted, but she had no comeback.
Because deep down—
She knew Bambietta was right.
Yes... somehow, being considered someone's pet, personal reliever sounded better than what Candice had.
Never going to question it.
It was like an honor to have such a role, of being pounded on a semi-weekly basis.
Plus, it came with some perks... like getting stronger since Sora would train her in his free time, when he wasn't busy pounding her shit in or playing with Gremmy.
And just like that, the war began.
Though a night before that, Sora was getting out of bed. Bambietta was now a Sternritter, which meant she technically couldn't be his servant anymore... technically.
He could still order her around and visit her chamber anytime he liked.
Sometimes her friend, Candice, would be there. Just like Bazz-B, she had a fiery-ass personality—not that he cared much.
If he was bored enough, he would do her too, sometimes both if he was in the mood.
Creating clones had never been so useful—going on a two-man by yourself was fun.
Well, not like there were any feelings attached. Apart from just relieving stress, he kind of felt nothing toward them.
Probably the way he was raised—to view anyone weaker than him as lesser...
But some part of his mom's warmth still remained, twisted but still there. To some level, he did care for them, like he wouldn't watch them get killed or be bullied.
So heh, that counted for something... right?
Plus, he was 17 now... and using a rubber felt boring. Though with his absolute control over Reishi, he could just rip the Reishi from the nut, essentially stealing away all of its life-giving energy.
Speaking of which, training with Yhwach personally over the past two years, Sora's power had skyrocketed.
His adaptability had reached an entirely new stage.
As if adapting to an opponent before they even breathed wasn't broken enough—
Now?
He could retain the powers he foresaw in the futures he witnessed.
Name any ability—and if there was a future where he encountered it?
He had it.
He felt like a god.
Which, honestly, wasn't far off.
He was technically—
######### (Redacted for now.)
The Meeting with Yhwach
Sora walked towards Yhwach's throne, stopping only to bow his head before the King of Quincy.
"We are ready for the attack."
There was "Your Majesty" afterward—just what was going to happen.
Yhwach's golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
The time had come.
The war was about to begin.
He wouldn't even have to lift a finger this time around.
POV Change – Soul Society
The declaration of war had sent tremors throughout the Seireitei.
And now—
The Quincy invasion had begun.
Shinigami were being slaughtered left and right.
Panic spread.
Captains fell.
Bankai were being stolen, turning the tide of battle into hopelessness... more and more hope was lost as the battle raged on.
The Sternritter seemed to have their spirits high, as if they could not lose.
Yet, the night before the invasion—
Sora had given Bambietta a quick kiss.
It was arrogant, dismissive even.
But beneath it? There was some warmth.
A small part of him still wanted her to be safe.
Would it be hard trying to replace her? Very hard. So he'd rather not waste such a precious resource.
And as for Giselle...?
Sora had turned to him[her], flashing a very polite smile.
"If Bambietta ever becomes one of your zombies..."
His voice had been calm, almost gentle, but anyone with half a brain could see it was a thinly veiled threat.
"I'll personally make sure you stop existing—in the most painful way possible."
And with a smile, he walked away.
Back to the Battlefield
The Shinigami fought like their lives were on the line... because they were.
Their numbers, however, continued to dwindle.
Their strongest warriors had their Bankai stolen.
They were losing.
Until—
A monstrous spiritual pressure erupted.
Fire.
The very air ignited, sending waves of scorching heat throughout the battlefield.
Every Shinigami suddenly felt something surge through them—
Hope.
Because he had arrived.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
The Captain-Commander stood tall, his fiery aura raging like an unstoppable inferno.
Now that their glorious king was here, their strong, immovable, righteous, greatest Soul Reaper to ever live, the man, the myth, the legend... \enough glaze.\
For the first time—
The Shinigami began to believe.
"Maybe... this isn't unwinnable after all."
And then—
A figure appeared in front of Yamamoto.
Hands in his pockets.
Lollipop in his mouth.
This was proving to be rather fun.
Sora smirked at the man.
"Yo."
The fight between Sora and the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13 raged on.
If you could call it a fight... anyway, while fighting old man Yama, Sora used his own version of The Almighty to at first... 100% adapt to the man's existence itself, meaning no attack launched by this man could hurt him. Might damage his clothes, though.
He then used a second function of his power.
Using his absolute domination of Reishi, he created a screen in the sky, somewhere that everyone but Yama could see.
Then, as if using Bluetooth to connect his eyes to the screen, he began projecting his fight for everyone to see.
Why, you may ask? Simple.
He wanted to break them.
Let them witness their greatest warrior being humiliated.
Wanted to show them that their so-called Captain Commander was nothing to him... and a few other things.
He did not go out of his way earlier this day to tell Squad Zero some stuff just for fun. He may have told them something, something about original sin.
Something, something about revealing this truth to the Shinigami.
Whether they came or not, that truth would still be revealed.
After all, the reason Soul Society was so strong was because of its unity and how they believed they were the good ones... so what if he revealed that their whole existence was a sham?
The chaos that would cause would be quite funny to watch.
He didn't want this war to drag on longer—he had a threesome to get to once this was over. Do you know how important that was?
With his hands in his pockets, he dodged and weaved through each of the man's blows... this was easy... way too easy.
He even laughed.
He dodged the Captain Commander's strikes with effortless ease, dancing between the flames as if they were mere embers.
At one point—
Sora casually landed on top of Yamamoto's bald head, standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Man, your head is shinier than I thought. You polish this thing every morning?"
As anyone could tell... Sora massively outscaled Yamamoto. Matter of fact, the same could be said about Yhwach... even if Yhwach and Yamamoto were to combine forces, he would still win... Negative Diff.
Pre-adaptation for the win.
Sora, by all means, at this current stage of his life... being 17 years of age... had reached the pinnacle of strength... after being groomed from a young age.
He had mastered both of his abilities, The Almighty and his adaptation. If those two were his only abilities, maybe there would be a slim chance, but as his abilities evolved, he gained the power to copy techniques or powers that had been used against him... like Jugram's The Balance, or Gerard's The Miracle... or even X-Axis.
A monster... a being who utterly transcended all limits... Sora was basically a {Redacted} {Redacted}.
Basically, the second he had stepped foot in Soul Society, they had lost.
Later in the fight—
Sora appeared behind Yamamoto, wrapping an arm around the old man's neck like an old friend.
"Yo, old man. You looking for someone?"
Mocking.
Every movement, every action—
It was mockery.
As Yamamoto's anger rose, Sora just looked down at the man, floating in the air and looking down at the old man.
Yamamoto's reiatsu flared violently, his spiritual pressure scorching the battlefield.
"Enough of your arrogance, boy. You will regret underestimating me!"
"Bankai. Zanka no Tachi."
His Bankai erupted.
Flames dried the air, the ground cracked, the very foundation of the Seireitei trembled beneath the heat of his sword.
Sora's expression shifted—or at least, it looked like it did.
'Time to put my acting skills I got from Askin to use,' he thought.
Sora's breathing seemed to grow heavy.
His dodges seemed to become slower.
To the untrained eye—
It seemed like Yamamoto had the upper hand.
Yet, behind his golden eyes, Sora was grinning.
It was about time he got the old man to confess.
As the fight dragged on, Sora finally spoke.
"Why are you acting so righteous, old man?"
His voice was sharp, cutting through the battlefield like a blade.
"As if the Shinigami are in the right?"
Yamamoto scowled, as if Sora was spouting bullshit.
"Justice will always prevail."
Sora chuckled... oh, this was fun.
"Justice? Tell me, old man... do the underlings beneath you even know?"
Yamamoto's grip on his sword tightened. Whatever this boy was about to say... was not going to be something good.
Sora's smirk widened even more.
"Do they know what you people did to the Soul King?"
The people who knew the truth of this world now knew what Sora was planning. For Christ's sake, for the past 15 minutes or so, while the boy utterly dog-walked Yamamoto—
Snippets of a random Shinigami's life would play... sometimes even more than that.
Everything shown in those snippets was the truth... it wasn't like something they could suppress now... 95% of their elites had a snippet shown of them, and they knew this shit was true.
The question now was... why show them so much?
Shunsui's sharp mind quickly caught on... however, before he could say anything, the Quincy fighting him began applying more and more pressure.
Shit. It looked like this Quincy knew everything about his tactics... even seemed aware of his Bankai.
Matter of fact... every single Quincy seemed prepared for this.
And as if to prove his thought true, an ad began playing of Sora just smiling, saying:
"For those Shinigami wondering, yes, that's how we gathered intel on you guys... my eyes allow me to perceive the future and past, so you know, information gathering becomes quite easy. You know, the simple stuff, like Byakuya's pride is Rukia, Soi-Fon having a lot of admiration for Yoruichi, Shunsui hiding the Ise clan weapon in his Zanpakuto... the stuff. And how Mimihagi is... oh... that's a spoiler for later. Let's go back to the old man."
Shit.
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed.
He was completely unaware that his words and actions were being streamed to everyone right now.
"You dare speak such lies—"
Sora cut him off.
"Lies? No, old man, this is the truth."
And so, he revealed it.
The Original Sin.
What the Shinigami did to the Soul King.
How they had dismembered him.
How they had sealed his body and used him as a living linchpin to keep the worlds stable.
The battlefield was silent.
Shinigami and Quincy alike listened.
Yamamoto gritted his teeth... this boy was dangerous. Such info should never be revealed to the public... this boy must die.
"Blasphemy!"
Sora tilted his head, his expression almost bored.
"Is it? If I'm lying... why do you look so nervous, old man?"
Yamamoto's flames surged.
He roared, preparing to cut Sora down.
But Sora wasn't done.
"You want proof?"
Sora looked at the man.
{REDACTED}
Yamamoto's eyes widen a bit, no, it couldn't be, what the boy said could not be real.
There was no way he {Redacted}.
"Time for you soul reaper to pay up, you didnt think {Redacted},"
Yamamoto's flames flickered.
And that was all Sora needed to see.
He had won.
Because everyone watching—
The boy's words, alongside how utterly fucking broken he was, rung truth.
Their spirits had been shattered.
Yet Sora wasn't done toying with them.
Sora sighed. He had broken the old man's Bankai. He got bored.
"Well, this was fun."
Then, in the blink of an eye—
He was behind Yamamoto.
A single strike.
No drawn-out battle.
No grand finishing move.
Just—
Death.
Yamamoto's body collapsed, his flames flickering out for the final time.
And as he fell—
So did the hope of Soul Society.
Sora looked at his watch.
"20 minutes to beat an old man...geez I am getting rusty" Though he did not look at his watch for no reason. While the watch displays a timer, it also percentage next to it.
It read 5%....the Battery of the Watch was clearly close to full...which meant that 5%...
Sora rose into the air, looking down at the battlefield.
Shinigami stood frozen, their faces filled with horror.
Everything they believed in—
Had just been shattered.
Sora smiled.
"Now... for stage two."
That was good, with the words practically having came out of Yamamoto mouth, all he needed was the final nail in the coffin....Suddenly what seemed to be seals appeared on the membrane of the protective shielding of soul society.
Seals meant to keep people out....as in.
oh.
Sora knew well that the best way to destroy Soul Society was to completely shatter its foundation. By revealing such a great sin, he was sure some people would be skeptical—not everyone would blindly believe a Quincy.
Not even after the second screen appeared in the sky, showcasing events before they ever happened, did everyone believe him. Sora knew that some people would still doubt him.
But that wasn't his goal. His main goal was to plant the thought in the back of their minds.
"Since you guys don't seem to believe me... let's bring the Royal Palace to us."
As those words left his mouth, an enormous amount of Reiatsu erupted, so overwhelming that the weaker Shinigami passed out, while even the strongest among them were forced to their knees.
With the Soul Membrane shattered, Sora reached up, grabbed the Royal Palace from where it was... and brought it crashing down with full force.
As the Royal Palace slammed into Soul Society, Sora made sure that only one thing remained.
As the dust cleared... all was revealed.
Sora, with a light smile on his face, turned around and saw the Soul King... in his current state.
Live, for all to see.
As for the Royal Guard... he gazed at them. Four out of five had died. As for Ichibe... he kept him alive.
"Anyway, let's make a new Soul King."
Sora walked toward Ichibe... then began ripping the man's limbs off, removing his organs, before placing him where Reio once was.
As Sora held Reio's corpse... a tear fell from his eyes.
Sora immediately saw a vision of basically Satan, well it was time for him to do his part and now fight the monster, the soul king kept at Bay.
Sora didn't care that the screens were still showcasing the Original Sin for all to see. Reio was fine.
"{Redacted} {Redacted}"
The Soul King, no longer trapped, slowly vanished... into thin air. After so long, it had been set free.
Sora saw something...hell, something in there, something that needed to be kept in check.
Yet the three worlds remained...
"Now... time to hunt some noble families."
Byakuya didn't even have time to react before his head was cut off. The same fate befell every blood-related member of the five great noble families.
All of them... without mercy... were slaughtered.
Everyone who kept this sham going was brutally massacred.
The First Great Purge, one might say.
The Shinigami population dropped by 60%.
Fun.
With the vast majority demoralized, no one wanted to fight anymore. Why fight? Their whole lives had been a sham.
That's why Sora left some alive—some semblance of balance must remain. Plus, he hadn't guided the Quincy to commit mass genocide against the Shinigami. No, all he did was avenge {Redacted}.
The flag of the Quincy Empire replaced the Gotei 13's flag.
Sora had grown way too freaking strong. But this is what happens when you give a Quincy prodigy an adaptation ability and have them train with the very best practically their whole life.
All of this happened in the span of four hours.
Ichigo was probably still stuck in the Dangai.
No biggie, he'd get out eventually.
A/N: This story showcases the kind of power Sora can achieve... yet this version of Sora is not the strongest he can get. He lacks the creativity that the main Sora has, along with the outside knowledge our Sora has from playing games and watching movies.
Though this Sora is more cunning.
Is this version of Sora overpowered?
Fuck yes.
But it makes sense. Like, come on—our Sora, who, mind you, only trained with Ryuken and Soken, at 16...17 and half-ish if you count the extra time he was in the womb, had the power to make Shunsui go 70%, created a clone that survived Yamamoto for like five minutes, and could single-handedly beat the Vizards.
He even created a brand-new system for Quincy spells.
Now imagine that Sora, but he was nurtured properly—since the age of like 9 or 10, training with people like Gerard, receiving personal tutoring from Yhwach—all the way up until he turned 17.(19)
Mind you, every training session ended with him exhausted and beat up.
It would be more of a disappointment if he was weaker.
Ps, The strongest version of Sora, is a version that is raised by his mother, meaning he kept his creativity while receiving the same training Sora got. Our Sora probably could reach that strength if given the chance.
If Our Sora were to join Ywach, in the two-year time skip, he would be busted, even stronger than this Sora. but you know he hates Ywach and unless his mom was asking him, he wouldn't do it, or soul society does some dumb shit like accusing him of some shit he didnt do. Or you know Tokinada does some Tokinada shit.