chapter 2

Let's see... I have no clue how to train. I was just a normal guy. My build was average, I didn't know how to fight. The only thing that stood out about me was my dating history.

I've dated over twenty separate girls. All of which broke up with me because I wasn't 'interesting' enough.

I'm getting off topic. Anyway, the best way to do this would likely be to create someone who could teach me. Or I could just imagine it.

"We'll do a mix of both. If i imagine myself with kendo skills like zaraki, then I would still need experience." I activated my schrift and started to imagine the first swordsman that came to mind.

A girl with pink and green hair, a black uniform but with a boob window and a sword at her side. A constant blush on her face.

"I'm mitsuri kanroji! You are my creator! Now, what is it that you command of me?" She looked me in the eyes, not a shred of doubt in her soul.

"Well, for now, I need you to spar with me." She unsheathed her whip like sword and leapt towards me.

"love breathing, first form, shivers of first love!" Her strikes were strong, not stronger than me but they were also confusing.

Her blade nicked my cheek and I decided to do something stupid.

I grabbed the blade.

Suprisingly, it didn't cut my hand and I pulled on it as hard as I could. Mitsuri was launched towards me and I tried to stab her in the chest, she twisted her body out of the way with a flip and her sandal slammed into my face.

"You did quite well for a first timer." I took this in and looked to the hand with which I grabbed her sword.

"I think that's because of my reiatsu. But, it seems we'll be sparring a lot more." Her stomach grumbled making her blush heighten.

"I'm sorry..." I chuckled at her actions. On it went and now in my hand was a plate of sakura mochi. For now it'll do, but I will definitely need more

"oh, thank you!" She happily munched on the mochi and I looked to her with a smile.

"cute." Her blush once again heightened making me remember that she is easily flustered. Off the visionary went.

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I watched him fight that woman. Her sword was... weird. Swords don't bend like that. But he seemed unfazed. I watched as he slowly developed his instincts.

No, saying he developed them sounds wrong. More like he was discovering them.

His blocking started out skilled and refined but as the battles continued, he became more beast like, grinning savagely.

As if enjoying, no... savoring every second of the battle.

I bit down on a cookie.

Those beastial instincts are befitting of a dragon.

So confusing. I feel so much magic in him, but I also feel that weird energy, to compare the two... its as if he has no magic at all.

"how strange..." I watched him slowly go from using skill, to using only one hand and reflecting each strike with ease.

This growth rate... its frightening.

I teleported near the fight and saw that he was already close to beating her. Is this his first time fighting?

A person shouldn't grow this fast.

"truly it's ludicrous! Though zaraki continued to grow better and stronger even when he died! To think he learns this quickly!" The purple haired man yelled aloud.

Zaraki? So the power is not originally his. The pink and green haired girl was quickly being pushed back by a vicious assault of blows.

Until her sword shattered.

"I give up! I've lost." She looked at her broken sword with sadness. "I liked that sword. Walter... you broke it..." a new sheathed sword appeared in walters hand, the butler tossed it towards her.

The endowed woman caught it and unsheathed it. The blade was identical to the original.

"there you go. While it is identical to your original sword, it is a zanpakuto."

"zanpakuto?" The duo turned to me but I swiftly found myself cushioned by the swordswomans breasts.

"so adorable!" I pushed out of her grasp as Walter began to explain.

"a zanpakuto is commonly referred to as a soul cutter and there are 3 stages. First is the sealed state which has no specific properties. Second is the shikai which boosts its power and changes the swords shape along with some abilities. Next is bankai, this boosts one's abilities by five to ten times. It also has a special ability that differs from the shikai. Though there are exceptions with that rule."

Mitsuri stared at her sword with awe.

"how does one gain shikai and bankai?"

"meditation. Mitsuri, sit down, legs crossed." The girl did as told. "Now close your eyes. Remember how the swords grip felt. Focus on that feeling. Now delve into the depths of your soul." Mitsuri was completely out of it.

Unresponsive.

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A field. A large green field is all mitsuri could see. A rabbit began hopping towards her.

"a cute little rabbit."

"not entirely correct." A heavy voice boomed in her mind. "That rabbit is I. Your zanpakuto spirit. My name is

ÿ̭̠͎̘̭̻͕͖̠͓͔̭̗̞͊̐̒͊ͨ̾̔̿ͨͥ̽ͤ̇̌͌ͩ͒ͧ̈́ͨ̓̀̚͘a̸̷̵̩ͩ̊ͤͥͬ̐ͨͥ͊͒̉͛͊̅̓̈̑͗̊ͭ͆̓ͬ͊ͣ̔͢͝n̨̧̛̲͈̥̮̭̖̣͎̫͈̯͉̜͡҉̵̷̶̵̷̴̸̧̨̢̡̧͘͘͢͟͠҉̴̧ą̷̩̬̘̊͊ͫ̾̿͒̍ͩ͋̏̽́́̚̕͘͟͡͠͝͠ͅg̸̶̷̵̷̡̨̨̨̺̤̫̙͎͖̱̪̘̫͈͚̙̙̬͔͖͚͖̰̻̰̼̮̤̭̣̺̗̹̤̟͗͗̈́̑̆͛͊̔ͪ̊͒̊ͣ̑̈̐͐̐ͯ̃̽̒́͢͢͞͡͞͡͞͡ͅį̵̵̴̴̡͇̭̔ͯ͗̀̏̈̂̊̀́̀̕͡͡ ̦̤̦̣̰̣̻̖͓̩͍͕̪͈ͣ͑̿̽͆͒̈ͩͣ̄̆ͣͣͫ̔͐̓̅̈́̐̂̔̈́ͪ҉̷̢̛҉̶̴̧̢̡̡́́҉̷̶̧͘͘͜҉̶̷̶͞͏҉̵̢̛̛n͎̙͕̲̻͔̰̹̩̜̬̜͈̲̤̝͙̪͍̱͛̽̽ͩ̂̒̑̍̇̀ͯ͐̉͏̵̡͢͝҉̷̡̀̀́̕͘͠͡͝͏҉̷̷̵̧̛̀͢͡͞ố̯͇͇͉̖͕̠̰̘̬̜̭̯̭̱̟̠̪̝̤̣̩̮̾ͦ͒́̌̐̅̽͂ͭ̾̃̋̂̈́̇̍̽̅ͣ̅̎͗̾͗͒͢͟͏ ̡̛͈̩̝̯̮̫͎͎̮̳̜̹͙͔̫̯̩̻͚̪̱̙͔͍͈̩̫̝͕̱̞̑́̂̾̌ͭͨ̈͊̑̈́̆̍̀̍͘͞͠҉͡͠͏ṭ̛̛̮̮̦̪̝̺̫̻ͦ̐̕͟͝͏̷̸̴̵̸̶̧̡̧̡̛̛̀́̕͘͘̕͘͢͢͟͟͜͠͡͝͞͏̶̨̛s̢̳̬̺͇̯̠̟̱͙̙͍̱͙̠͖͍͍̲̦̟̺̰̪̮̼̲͙̭̬̟̱ͣ̈́̒ͮ̌̉̋̈ͦ͐͑̉̿̾̓̐̌̑ͪ̇͛͊̚͢ͅͅ҉̶̡̨͘҉̶̴̴̶̴̶̸̴̢̛̀́͘̕͢͜͢͡͞͡͠͝͞͞͞҉̵̀͟ų̨̧͉̤̻̹͎̟̺̘̻̗͖͓̩̖̠̣͙̺̠̜̬̝̮̘̠̠͎̥͔͑̅ͬͥ̌ͅm̵ͩ̾ẩ̴̸̮͙͎͓͆̈̉ͦ̋̿̈́͒ͮ̉̐͆͆̏̓̇̑̀͢͜͡͠͠͏̷̵̕͟͢͏̸̷̶̵̨̨̡̛̛̛́́͘͢͡͞

She couldn't hear it. She didn't know what it said.

"it seems a test is necessary. Very well. You must discern myself from 3 other rabbits." The rabbit multiplied when she blinked.

Mitsuri could see four identical rabbits

But she could feel no love from three of the rabbits. Even animals loved something. Be it their fellow animal... or their own life.

Mitsuri had long since learned to identify love. three of those rabbits had no love whatsoever.

But one, loved its own life.

She pointed to the rabbit.

"Well done. My name is, yanagi no tsuma. Use me well, kanroji-sama."

Then, she awoke.

As if aware of what to do now, she stood up and drew her sword. Placing a second hand upon her blades grip.

"re-marry, yanagi no tsuma!" The blade shined a blinding white light before revealing an even longer sword, it was pink in colour with red hearts engraved in the blade.

"sorry to cut this short, but I think that's enough sparring for one day. Right now, I'm going to train my Quincy techniques. You can stay and watch if you want. Although, here's a reward mitsuri." Walter tossed her a pouch.

The swordswoman looked at the bag with confusion but reached in...

And pulled out sakura mochi.

'is this? A bottomless bag of mochi! So generous and thoughtful!' The love hashira continued to chomp down on the food with glee.

Walter was focusing.

'Let's see. Quincy use the reishi in their surroundings to fight. I've been able to innately sense the reishi in my surroundings.' The sternritter turned dragon god reached his hand out.

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Reishi gathered in an instant to form a bow. It was large in nature, black with purple lines running up it vertically.

"step 1, complete. Now, to try and form an arrow." I held the bow with my left hand, and i held out my right hand.

I formed an arrow. It was purple to match my bow, eight feathers were on the end and the arrowhead itself had a similar pattern of eight.

I loaded the arrow and drew back the string. Then, I let it fly.

A boom rang out as I noticed it was already night time in this world. Copious amounts of sweat dripped down my face.

"holy shit... I've never concentrated that hard in my entire previous life. It was about mid day when I started. Did this take more than six hours?!" I fell to my butt and looked as the arrow parted the few remaining clouds.

"right. I've still got shit to learn. Let me think, sankt bogen. That is easier to learn because it's basically just creating a massive bow with several massive arrows. I'm pretty much doing that on a smaller scale. Sankt altar... no clue how I'm gonna learn that." I let out a sigh.

"I already innately know how to use blut and blut vene. Blut vene anhaben, sounds simple enough. If blut and blut vene and forcing the technique inwards, blut vene anhaben should be the opposite." He stood back up and started a walk back to the cabin.

"sankt zwinger... also no clue. I can gain ywachs abilities by imagining them but the almighty is honestly something I have no interest in. It'd make every fight so boring. And after experiencing the thrill of combat, that doesn't sound too appealing." Ultimately, after long deliberation, I realised that without the almighty, I wouldn't be able to do much against yhwach. My fun takes a backseat to the end goal.

Activating the visionary, I imagined ywach. That's when the pain started.

Imagine trying to force a cylinder into a bottle. It won't fit, right?

That's pretty much what I was feeling right now. All this knowledge being jammed into my head in an instant.

It hurts... it hurts... it hurts...

Why is this so painful?! Why? Why? Why?!

I fell to my knees at the pain that I was feeling. Who knew... that I'd experience so much pain in just a day.

Compared to the pain I felt in my previous life, its like comparing a papercut to being beaten for twenty four hours by Muhammed Ali.

It's just not even close.

I collapsed with my face planted in the snow.

So cold... so wonderful... snow... such a lovely thing... what was my name again? My name... is Walter Newgate. No, that's... not the name I mean.

I... can't remember.

I still remember my life, my jobs, my relationships... but not my name.

Such a surreal sensation... to forget your own name... who'd of thought... that I'd forget... my original name.

The pain... its gone... is it finally... over?

I pushed myself up to my feet, but I stumbled. I looked up to see mitsuri and ophis at the steps to the cabin. Though ophis was in her adult form. Why? I didnt know.

My legs wanted to buckle under me. Mitsuri caught me before I fell and I felt a piece of my soul be imparted onto her.

What an odd sensation.

"mitsuri... how would you like... to become one of... my sternritter?" I was clearly delirious.

"you're not forcing me? Despite me being a creation of yours... you're letting me have a choice?" I smiled in my exhaustive state. I realised that soul imparting ability is harmful, with a thought, I rectified that, making my gloves a sort of... barrier, against it.

"of course... choice is very important... as is free will. If I... forced you into something... you'd be unhappy... and would suffer... I don't want that..." I turned off the visionary and met eyes with mitsuri. There were tears.

Tears of joy.

"thank you, Walter. I've only been alive for a day, yet I feel so happy! I'll gladly join you!" I chuckled a bit. Honestly, this reincarnation situation has been pretty shit with all the pain I've experienced in only a day. i feel like I'm dreaming.

But, forging bonds like this. Its amazing. So beautiful.

"would you... take me to bed, mitsuri?" She nodded her head and put my right arm over her shoulders.

The love hashira helped me walk up the steps to ophis.

"such a curious being you are. I believe that I should stay for now."

"that's fine... ophis... its simple hospitality. Mitsuri, we'll do the ceremony in my room." We pushed open the door and headed straight for the stairs.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, mitsuri looked at the two doors.

"it's the right one..." mitsuri pushed it open and sat me on the bed. I reactivated the visionary and created a sake cup, a small, blood red sake cup.

Then I created a small cut on my wrist. Blood dripped into the cup until enough was there.

"drink it." Mitsuri took the cup and as she drank it I said. "Mitsuri kanroji. I, Walter Newgate, grant upon you the letter "B" the benevolent."

Mitsuri was overjoyed

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Reincarnation can't be all good...