The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Anyway, after having busted the fattest of nuts in Rukia... maybe for the third time this week... it was Wednesday, by the way.

So hey, you do the math. Plus, it wasn't like it would change anything. That first nut already got her pregnant—what's the worst that could happen? Having twins or something?

...

{Yes...}

I... you know what, Sora was a better person now. He shall not fall for such lowly rage bait. He was a master rage baiter. Some could say, he was a pro master baiter—but instead of his meat, he beat... Rukia's cheeks.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, narrowly avoiding a strike from Byakuya.

Oh well, he would get over it. You see, shit kinda gets fishy when you enter your sister's room and, while looking at the trash, you notice a lot of used rubbers, or the boxers of someone you know.

Or, you know, the simple fact that Rukia apparently fell down some stairs, reason why she was bedridden... bullshit.

This was about as much as he could do, because if we were being honest, he could not stop Sora. Like, at all. Sora was like a NTR doujin... it was inevitable. You may not look for them, but they will find you.

They will always find a way into your life, and at some point, you have to accept it. Just ignore the plot and focus on the fap.

In Byakuya terms: ignore the fact that Sora was dicking down his sister, and just be glad he wasn't a bad person.

Anyway, after one of Sora's many post-nut clarities, he was summoned by his dad—the Soul King. Anyway, the man waited for Sora to be at his happiest before dragging him into the realm of the Quincy.

As to how they got in—

POV Change – Ishida Household

"Where the fuck is the nerd," he muttered to himself. Hm, looking around, he saw no sight. Well, after all, he was making no noise. Where was the bum?

He needed to get the Sun Seal and use it to go there... yes, he could just create a portal there, yes, he could literally just bring the dimension to himself—he just wanted to do this instead. 'Cause why not?

As he slightly neared Uryu's room—

Squeak... Squeak...

Hm. Yes, that was the sound of a bed squeaking. Welp, for his brother's privacy, he shall not be a voyeur and just place his hand in the room, and took out the Sun Seal from Bambietta's clothes on the floor.

Hm. Fun fact, there were three Sun Seals. You do the math.

Anyway, he had shit to do.

POV Change – Wandenreich

Two figures walked with no urgency—yet the reishi in the very air parted for them like subservient mist.

{Damn, you so ass at describing, had to use AI.}

Sora was yawning a bit. This place felt so devoid of anything. He didn't want to be here, but this old man dragged him in.

Beside him, Adyneus—his divine aura tucked into a casual facade—followed with the composure of a man who had seen a billion worlds burn and found it all mid-tier entertainment.

As they passed the halls, the remaining Schutzstaffel guards refused to look up.

Not out of discipline.

Out of fear.

They'd heard. They knew.

Gerard—The Miracle—was gone. Reduced to a glowing, divine heart, now pulsing gently in Adyneus's chest like an eternal nuclear reactor of resolve.

As for Pernida, the Soul King's dismembered arm... it had simply slid back into the body it once belonged to.

Reclaiming what was his.

The elite guard no longer existed.

And the man behind the door knew it.

[INNER CHAMBER – THE THRONE OF FRAUDS]

Yhwach sat alone, draped in white like a king pretending he hadn't lost his kingdom.

His mustache was freshly combed.

He had spent the last few days or so looking at the futures—all of the futures—for anything that could help his situation at all. He had been simulating fight after fight, yet the answer remained the same in all of them.

THE FUTURES:

Future 1:

Yhwach opens with an attack, using Sankt Altar to try and seal Sora's power.

Sora breathes once.

Yhwach is impaled through the skull by a silver lance of condensed reality.

Future 2:

Yhwach doesn't attack. He raises his hands in surrender.

Sora blinks.

Yhwach explodes.

Future 3:

Yhwach smiles and tries to talk.

Sora smiles back.

Time loops.

Yhwach is trapped forever in the 0.00001 seconds before he dies.

Future 4:

Yhwach tries to rewrite fate.

Sora rewrites causality.

Yhwach's existence is erased from the first cell of his mother's womb.

Future 5:

Yhwach remains completely still.

Sora yawns.

Yhwach dies from the pressure of that yawn.

Yhwach's pupils shrank.

He had never felt fear like this.

He had peered into a million futures. Conquered them all. Killed gods. Dethroned concepts. Shattered hope itself.

But this... this was something else.

He was a fraud, and now he stood before the final audit.

Sora stepped in, expression unimpressed.

"So. Mustache-sama," he said flatly, eyes scanning the throne room. "Still clinging to that chair like it means something."

Yhwach didn't respond.

The Almighty was still active.

And yet, his fingers twitched slightly at his sides. Every possible move ended the same way.

"Wanna save us time?" Sora said. "Just tell me if you're gonna beg or bark."

Yhwach clenched his jaw.

Sora smiled—cold and effortless. "No? Alright. Just know this... the only reason none of those futures are happening right now, is because this old man is holding me back."

Yhwach finally noticed the man holding Sora.

He could see the man's veins working overtime. As in, the man was using his full strength. Sora felt like a pitbull named Cupcake, and Yhwach was a toddler...

He really—and I do mean really—wanted to destroy Yhwach in this reality. Like sure, he had killed him in thousands of realities before, but he wanted to kill this Yhwach.

He wanted to.

He really wanted to.

Light veins seemed to bulge around his eyes.

He really wanted to.