Ch-20: Soul Unleashed

Hello, everyone, and welcome to the daily dose of a friendly neighborhood Shinigami—or at least someone who's on the path to becoming one. My heart was pounding with excitement as I stood in Urahara-san's secret dimension. This place had seen so many epic moments in the past, and just stepping into it filled me with nostalgia.

Urahara-san looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "Yosh, now I'll let you have some... Wait, you actually have a bit of reiryoku now. I guess being friends with Ichigo has its benefits."

I couldn't let that slide, so I shot back, "Seriously, Ichigo has nothing to do with my powers!"

Urahara-san just laughed it off and continued, "No worries, let's continue." His eyes suddenly glowed red, and he extended his hand towards me. A shiver ran down my spine as if my very soul was being pushed out of my body. And to my astonishment, that's exactly what happened. My physical form? Yep, it just drops to the floor with a thud.

Now, I'm checking out my new look and guess what? I'm rocking a black dress called a Shihakusho. It's like the Shinigami uniform, they come for free as someone changes to their Shinigami mode.

And the Zanpakuto... Wait, hold on a second. Where's my Zanpakuto? I scanned the room for answers, but all I got were blank looks from Urahara-san. Panic started creeping in as I tried to make sense of it all.

"Hey, what just happened? Where's my Zanpakuto?" I demanded, frustration mounting.

Urahara-san, though, couldn't keep it together anymore. He burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your very core. He was literally rolling on the ground, howling with amusement.

"Hahahaha! Oh, boy, you're a riot! This is the funniest thing I've seen in over 200 years!" Urahara-san said, barely able to speak through his laughter.

I felt like a fish out of water, completely out of place. Joining the Shinigami was supposed to be exciting, but this? Seriously, where was my Zanpakuto? How could I become a Shinigami without one?

Wait from when did I have this necklace, it looks familiar. As I stood there, totally flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of that cross-shaped necklace hanging around my neck, I couldn't help but feel like I'd seen it somewhere before. It was like déjà vu or something, and it left me scratching my head, wondering what the heck was going on. So, like any curious person would, I decided to take a closer look.

I gingerly plucked open the necklace and pulled a side of the cross, and BAM! Out of nowhere, my damn Zanpakuto made this grand entrance. What in the Hawkeye frick is this tiny shit– it was so darn small, like ridiculously tiny. I'm talking about a Zanpakuto the size of that puny sword Dracule Mihawk uses in One Piece. I mean, seriously, what the heck had just happened? Was my minuscule bit of reiryoku so miniscule to blame for this pocket-sized catastrophe?

My jaw practically hit the floor as I stared at this comically small excuse for a Zanpakuto. Did I just broke the world record of having the most pathetic Zanpakuto ever? I turned to Urahara, expecting some kind of explanation or at least a hint about what was going on.

Instead, Urahara lost it. I mean, he laughed so hard that it was like he'd just saw the world's funniest joke. His laughter echoed through the place, and he was cackling so intensely that he started coughing like crazy, as if he will accidently puke.

It was a wild scene, let me tell you, it serves him right, laughing on my Zanpakuto, why, never in my 14 generation of ancestors are Shinigami's and I am proud to be first among them, but what the hell, what will I show to my future waifu?

But I was fuming. What was so darn hilarious about my situation? Was I the butt of some cosmic prank? Urahara, still trying to catch his breath between fits of laughter, finally managed to speak.

"Ridhiro, my boy," he said with a grin, "this has got to be the funniest twist of fate I've seen in my two hundred years. You've really outdone yourself this time!"

I just stared at him, completely baffled and more than a little annoyed. This was no time for jokes or weird cosmic humor.

So there I was, stuck with this teeny-tiny excuse for a Zanpakuto that I could barely even see without squinting. I mean, seriously, how was I supposed to fight with something that small? It was like trying to take down a Hollow with a toothpick. And I bet that it didn't even have a Bankai because, let's face it, the word "Bankai" would probably be too big to fit on this pathetic excuse for a sword.

Urahara, still chuckling about my unfortunate Zanpakuto situation, pretty much shoved me out of his secret dimension. I guess he had better things to do than deal with my joke of a weapon. As I made my way back home, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever be able to fight properly with this Zanpakuto. It felt like a cruel twist of fate.

But then, as if my luck itself had a wicked sense of humor, I stumbled upon something rather peculiar on my way home. It was a stuffed lion, and it seemed to be causing quite the commotion among some young girls. Well, well, well, I thought, looks like I've found the perfect target for my ridiculously small Zanpakuto.

I couldn't help but grin mischievously as I picked up the stuffed lion. It looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and confusion, and yelled, "what the hell man", but that expression quickly morphed into pure horror as it took a good look at my tiny sword. I leaned in closer and said, "Hello there, Kon. I've got something special for you." and the rest was forced to stay a history.