Ch-9: Mysteries and Mischief

Alright, hold onto your seats, folks, because this is where the real action kicks in. I'm standing there in my embarrasing Spider-Man getup, feeling like a superhero in the making, even though I have no clue what I'm doing. But hey, when life hands you powers, you gotta use 'em, right?

So, without a second thought, I strike a pose, point my hand at the big bad hollow, and shout, "Bakudo #5 - Shuuchuuryoku!" I mean, I'm going all out with the theatrics here. But just when I'm about to unleash my epic move, guess who decides to crash the party? Yep, you guessed it, another one of those annoying system notifications. It's like the system knows I need a crash course in Bakudo #5 - Shuuchuuryoku, and it's not letting me off the hook.

<System>: **Bakudo #5** - Shuuchuuryoku: <Increases or decreases gravity in a localized area, affecting the weight of objects or individuals within.>

There I am, holding my ridiculous pose, as the area around the hollow cracks and shatters like a bunch of spiderwebs. It's pretty darn impressive, I must say. The gravity cranks up around the hollow, making it as immobile as a rock. At least my spells have a spider-ish vibe, even if the name doesn't quite match.

But I'm not about to stop at one spell. Oh no, I'm on a roll now. I go for another one, Hado #3 - Gansakuken. And wouldn't you know it, just when I'm getting into the groove, another system notification pops up, giving me the lowdown on Hado #3 - Gansakuken. It's like having a superhero handbook delivered to me on the spot.

And then, with all the confidence of a true amateur superhero, I shout, "Hado #3 - Gansakuken!"

<System>: **Hado #3** - Gansakuken: <Focuses energy into a concentrated beam of spiritual power, allowing for a precise and piercing attack.>

The spell I cast is nothing short of colossal, like one of those classic Kamehameha attacks. It hits with such force that it practically obliterates everything in its path. Rocks go flying, dust fills the air, and even a couple of poor trees get yanked right out of the ground. It's pure, unadulterated chaos, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement as I watch it all unfold.

For the first time since getting these powers, I actually feel like I've done something superhero-worthy. But before I can revel in my newfound glory, I remember that there's still a whole lot more to this story.

Oh man, what a crazy turn of events! This time, Ichigo and Rukia weren't gonna let me off that easy. Nope, not a chance. So there I was, darting through the streets, and they were like my own personal superhero duo, blocking me from both sides. Seriously, did they think I was some kind of 17-year-old escape artist?

I tried to dodge and weave, but it was like they had this unspoken plan to keep me from escaping. It was almost comical how determined they were. I mean, who chases a guy dressed up as Spider-Man through the streets like this?

But just when I thought it couldn't get any crazier, fate decided to trip me up – quite literally. I stumbled over a stupid stone on the ground and face-planted right onto the pavement. It was like a scene from a slapstick comedy, and I was the star.

So there I was, sprawled out on the sidewalk, dressed like your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and caught between Ichigo and Rukia. They had these matching looks of astonishment and curiosity, like a pair of detectives who'd stumbled onto a bizarre case.

And then, like a perfectly synchronized duo, they hit me with their questions. "What was that?" they chimed in together, sounding all amazed and intrigued.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes internally. How the heck was I supposed to explain any of this to them when I barely had a grasp on it myself? Plus, the people passing by could only see a grown man in a Spider-Man suit but cannot see him cornered by these two. It was bound to raise a few eyebrows, to say the least. This was definitely not how I imagined showing off my newfound abilities, but hey, life sure has its surprises.

As they kept pestering me with questions, I kind of panicked, to be honest. I motioned for them to follow me, and we started walking back home. On the way, they just wouldn't stop. Ichigo was all like, "Hey, Ridhiro, when did you get these awesome powers? Were those stories you told us as kids actually true?"

At that question, Rukia and I just froze in our tracks, staring at Ichigo with the most puzzled expressions imaginable. It felt like we'd somehow slipped into an alternate Bleach universe, you know, one where Ichigo was crowned the king of gullibility, and maybe, just maybe, Toshiro Hitsugaya grew a few feet taller. I mean, who could've seen that coming?

The situation was so bizarre that it made me question if we'd wandered into a parallel dimension where the rules of common sense and logic were thrown out the window. I mean, seriously, what was happening?

Ichigo's eyes sparkled with genuine excitement, like he was thrilled at the prospect of me secretly having superpowers. It was honestly mind-boggling, and I couldn't help but wonder what other unexpected surprises this wacky Bleach universe had in store for us.

Then Rukia, she's the smart one, asked the real question. She wanted to know why I was calling my moves "Hado" and "Bakudo" and if I even understood what those words meant. Her suspicious look was intense, like she knew something wasn't adding up. So, in my infinite wisdom, I came up with this ridiculous story, saying, "I'm the reincarnation of the 'Heavenly Demonic Dragon Star God Emperor'."

Ichigo bought into it like it was the plot of the century, his eyes sparkling with excitement. But Rukia? Nah, she wasn't having it. With an unconvinced look she said "Hidden legacy? Ridhiro, you're either making this up or you've stumbled upon something dangerous. I will have to take you to the Soul Society to get some answers."

As we walked, I couldn't help but realize that my little adventure had turned into a massive mess of lies and potential danger. My plan for some excitement had spiraled into a wild web of deception, and I had no idea how to untangle it.