The Birth of Shadow Form (110)

Flashback

Sora could be seen walking toward his boss's shop, his hands in his pockets. As he arrived, Kisuke looked all smiles, even holding his fan in front of his face—you know, just for the shits and giggles.

...

Upon seeing him, Kisuke looked up from his fan and smirked. The man could feel his pockets getting bigger. His small little shop had upgraded, even having a sauna in the back, alongside a lot of stuff that wasn't there before.

Since when did a candy store need such a big TV?

Apparently, it was to keep the kids here longer. Man was designing the candy shop like a casino... scary.

"Ah, Sora-kun! My favorite employee/best customer! To what do I owe the honor of your visit today?" Kisuke already knew why Sora was here.

It had been a week, and Sora's patience must have run out. A man could only get blue-balled so often before he snapped.

If Sora was here, it meant he had reached his limit and was looking for a solution.

Not that Kisuke would make it easy for him.

Sora did not sugarcoat it. He knew, Kisuke knew why he was here.

"I need to take a look at your Gigai."

Kisuke immediately knew what Sora was trying to accomplish. The second Sora asked about the Gigai, he knew.

However, he was Kisuke Urahara—the man known for fucking around with people and maybe committing some crimes.

We shall gloss over the countless lives lost in his creation of the Hogyoku. He was just a humble store clerk... who so happened to have a Bankai.

"Why?" the man asked, looking as if he had no idea why Sora would want such a thing.

Sora shot him a deadpan stare. He knew this man was messing with him.

Kisuke had a calm yet innocent look on his face. "Ohhh, let me guess—you want to ditch your responsibilities and send a clone to class?"

Sora hadn't really thought of that. Oh yeah, he could just do that, couldn't he? And since the clone would be able to store memory, wouldn't Sora be able to learn stuff a lot better now?

"Something like that," the boy added, not daring to break eye contact.

"Ah, well, that's highly confidential technology, my boy. Top secret. I couldn't possibly share it with anyone..." Kisuke acted as if this was the most classified thing ever. How could he ever share such information? He was a scientist! He had morals...

A scientist with morals was quite rare.

The other two scientists he was aware of—one of them should be in an insane asylum or in hell, and the other was a dude with a god complex.

Who also happened to have one of the most busted powers here...

Though Sora wasn't about that BS. Before the man could finish his rant about how self-righteous he was (or wasn't), Sora slid a check across the counter.

"...Unless, of course, you make a compelling argument."

The man didn't even look at how much money was inside. He just knew he had more cash.

He totally did not blow all he had left before on some stuff.

For the greater good.

"Well, glad my argument was compelling. Now, show me the stuff."

And just like that, he gained access to the study room.

A While Later

Sora saw all of Kisuke's Gigai... they were all so precise, even their genitalia looked real. When he looked at Kisuke, the man just said:

He was a scientist, so of course, his work was precise...

Whose pussy did he examine to make this?

And whose dick was used for this?

The man had all sizes and shapes... was Kisuke a porn watcher? Or a magazine enjoyer? 'Cause ain't no freaking way.

And from the look of it, they were even able to reproduce.

Sora sighed a bit. He wasn't here for dicks or duccy.

Sora's wheel appeared above his head, spinning once, then twice, as he touched the Gigai.

He even touched the machine that could turn physical stuff, Kishi, into Reishi.

All of it.

Sora analyzed it, and for four fucking hours, he was in the lab... grinding.

He examined all the Reishi binding systems, the energy distribution, even how artificial souls looked—all of it.

Everything.

He even had a soul candy there for shits and giggles.

He even ate a candy. Surprisingly, he wasn't kicked out of his body.

All of this was to say, Sora knew how it felt to be a soul. He learned a lot of shit—shit he didn't think he would ever need to know.

And then—

Poof!

Sora had a wide grin on his face as a physical clone was made.

Using his mastery over Reishi manipulation, now combined with his knowledge of the Seelenbild and Maskenwand techniques—

Alongside some other stuff, like Gigai development and so on—

He was able to make this.

How, you may ask?

First, he gathered Reishi. Then, he condensed it. Then, he molded it.

Then, he imprinted his own soul signature onto it. A fancy way to say his Reiryoku. And using the part of Maskenwand that allowed for memory transfer—

Thus, the clone was made.

And since it was from Sora, it was—well, a pretty strong clone.

The clone was a perfect copy of himself. It blinked, it moved, and it even breathed.

Sora reached out and touched it. Yup, that shit felt like his body.

Now for the important stuff. The meat... good, it was there, in all its majesty and glorious girth.

Shush, it wasn't gay. He was allowed to compliment his meat.

Though, he did wonder if it could change shape in order to better fit the partner... hm.

Well, guess he would find out.

But now, even the great Byakuya Kuchiki himself wouldn't find anything wrong.

The blue-balling would end... yes.

Hehehehe, hahahahaha.

He won. Byakuya would never see this coming.

Who in their right mind would think he would go this far?

By the time Byakuya realized something was wrong, it would be too late.

That's right.

He would win.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hehehehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahaha!"

'So this is what blue balling does to a man' Kisuke thought to himself as he looked at Sora who was losing his shit.

'Wait this is monopoly money'

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