A good teacher (149)

It took Sora roughly 100-ish years to get out of the trauma caused by seeing that future. It still lingered in his mind. Anyway, he tried to ignore it.

His father, in fact, did not wipe his memory clean. He now had to train hard with his power with the promise that it would be gone when he was done training.

In the time he'd been here, he had been played with a lot. It's not like he could trick an omnipotent god—he was stuck.

So anyway, after getting the basics and some advanced uses of The Almighty down...

Currently, he was going to watch the epic showdown between Soul Society and Aizen Sosuke. This should be good.

A battle for the fate of the world.

His stomach grumbled.

"...Shit, hold on."

He teleported away, going somewhere in the endless space where he had created a kitchen. Yes, he had begun to mold this endless space into a much more comfortable area for him to live in. Like, who wanted to live in a black void for long?

A moment later, he reappeared, holding a bucket of spirit popcorn, a giant soda, and some Soul King-sized nachos.

"Alright, let's see how—"

He blinked.

Everyone was on the ground.

Unconscious.

Some missing limbs.

Some were folded like a deck chair... even Shinji and his group were on the floor... wow, how does one manage to take two Ls in the span of two days?

Both being one-shot... man used Sakanade... just to get folded... and now he was laying on the floor Peter Griffin style.

The fuck?

"Wait, wait, wait, HOLD UP. I was gone for five minutes! What the hell just happened?!"

The Soul King, ever the stoic, spoke. "Aizen defeated them."

"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! I mean—HOW?!" How the fuck does this happen? In the span of five minutes—four of those minutes, knowing Aizen, were probably spent on him monologuing and saying how great he was and so on.

With a wave of his hand, the Soul King rewound time in Sora's Almighty vision.

Sora watched.

The Gotei 13 surrounded Aizen, their spiritual pressure crushing the battlefield.

Aizen just smiled.

Then, in his usual smug tone, he spoke.

"You no longer stand a chance against me. I have eliminated the only true threat to my power. This is where your resistance ends."

Yamamoto would bring out his Shikai, its power could be seen. The man truly was strong, a very strong old man indeed.

Sora blinked.

The next moment—the fight was over.

Everyone had been one-shot.

Yamamoto? Beaten.

Shunsui? Beaten.

Ukitake? Beaten.

Kenpachi? Beaten.

Even Soi-Fon and her ninja bullshit couldn't dodge.

Everyone got FOLDED.

Sora just stood there, staring at the absolute speedrun of an ass-whooping that had just occurred.

"Damn... He really said 'Gotei 13%' huh?"

Then, he noticed something.

Two captains were missing.

Byakuya and Unohana.

His eyes flicked to another part of the Almighty's vision.

Unohana was in Hueco Mundo.

...With Byakuya.

Hm, so Nemu wasn't the only one sent. Looking a bit, he could tell Byakuya was close to Rukia and Harribel's fight, while Unohana was speaking to some Arrancar about peace talks.

He knew he was right not to trust her. He knew what kind of true demon she was. He could see her true face—a killer, a goddamn murderer.

Some of y'all would hit though... yes, you.

Sora yawned a bit. This was nice—his own story.

Yet he would sigh. Even if he could probably {can} do that, it still didn't change the fact that the Gotei 13 was fucked over by one singular man.

In five minutes.

Four of those minutes were spent with Aizen yapping his ass off like the great yapper that he was—only second, of course, to Shinji, the man who revealed his ability way too easily.

"How the fuck do I beat that?"

That was an honest question. How the fuck does one beat that thing? For Christ's sake, even if it was weaker than the current Soul King—who, mind you, was a vegetable. {I can read your mind.}

Oh, he meant the glorious king, who could do no wrong and was currently incapacitated.

"Alright, I'm gonna need a plan because what the actual hell is this difficulty scaling?"

Was he playing Dark Souls or some shit?

The Soul King's voice echoed. "You must train your Quincy skills."

"I've already maxed that shit out, old man." He wasn't lying. There was no Quincy he knew better at the basics of Quincy skills than he was. He even made a new system.

"Not to the best."

The heck did he mean 'not the best?' There was no way the fraud was better than him. Sora was maybe a bit prideful, and thus he refused to accept that anyone was better than him at this. He was at the top, no questions asked.

Sora raised an eyebrow. "...Explain."

"I know someone who can help you."

Sora snorted. "Of course you do. Who don't you know? You got the multiverse in your contacts list? You got Space Jesus on speed dial?"

Before he could continue his sarcasm, reality shook.

A figure appeared before him.

Long, flowing black hair.

Golden-yellow eyes.

A mischievous smirk that looked... a lot like his own.

Sora's breath hitched.

His entire body froze.

His lips trembled as he weakly muttered—

"M-Mom...?"

A/N Guess who's back

Please do no disappoint me and be better than Hippo....please be better than him.

Anyway vote, should it happen.

Yes.

No.

(Oh my, this sound fun, what about clones to, heheheheh)

Buzz off Sora.

(meany)