The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

As they began to talk, and Sora slowly managed to remove that idea from her mind that he was going to diddle her, he did not know how they started arguing about whether she was diddleable enough.

Like, who in their right mind would argue that they were diddle-worthy? Now here he was, losing his shit over this.

This was not how he planned to spend his day, but oh well, here he was, trying to explain to a girl who was too tired to move, laying on the floor, some of her shirt ripped, out of breath and probably damp, that he, the person who caused this, was not a diddler.

Now that he was saying his situation out loud, he did realize how bad this looked. Here he was, looking down at her from a vantage point.

Well, to be fair, he was the one to leave her in that state—nah, she was fine. Like, what about him screamed he was a diddler? Plus, even if she looked around his age, her Reiatsu felt... older than him.

You may be wondering, how the fuck can he tell that?

Well, that's because the second he found out Rukia was like 100-something and yet still looked so young, his adaptation kicked in, now allowing him to somewhat sense someone's age.

So he wasn't hunted down by some GILF acting young, and the girl in front of him was not, in fact, a teenager nor a young adult. He roughly estimated that she was 200+ years old, so take it or leave it.

Rukia gets a pass, even if she is 100, and if the situation was reversed, he probably would have been seen as grooming her and being a diddler. Ah, double standards are truly a wonderful thing.

Let a woman date young, it's all fine. Let a man do it, and suddenly there is a problem.

Since she was so strong and so old by human standards, by Shinigami standards, she was probably a young adult.

He could probably probe some information out of her and remove her mentality that he was a diddler.

"How did you get Hollow powers?" he asked suddenly.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Understandable."

Sora then walked close to her before saying, "So, when was the last time you went to the Soul Society?"

Her answer was short—something like 100 years ago. Why did he feel like she still thought he was a diddler?

Anyway, he would take this chance for this question.

"Why ask such a question? Are you planning on going to the Soul Society?" She seemed like she wanted an answer. Oh well.

"Well yeah, my girlfriend is there, and I need to rescue her."

Her brow furrowed as if to ask him to go on.

"Well, because she shared her power with a human, apparently Central 46 wants her dead, and it sounds like BS. There is no way that just handing out power should warrant such a consequence. This feels like a scheme."

Her brow furrowed a bit. If her only crime was that, the death penalty shouldn't have been her sentence.

Maybe some time in the Nest of Maggots or even the Central Great Underground Prison. However, the death penalty outright was too severe.

"You are planning to enter the Seireitei by yourself and rescue her," she said, looking at him.

"Well, I will have a couple of friends with me, but I will be the main DPS."

"And you are doing all of this for her?"

Good, he was getting her attention. He could see that.

"I don't fucking care if I have to raid the place full of Shinigami as a Quincy. She is my girlfriend, and I refuse to let her die because of some old fuck's decision."

She chuckled a bit at that last part, but he could tell he was getting through to her.

"Isn't she a lucky girl?"

"I have pictures."

He handed her his phone, and she looked at the picture of the girl saved in the phone.

The girl seemed to be wearing an oversized black shirt. She had a faint blush on her cheek, alongside a pair of white shoes.

Deciding to scroll a bit on his phone, she noticed a lot of pictures of that girl. The other picture was the girl in PJs, holding a pink rabbit plushie. From this look, she didn't even look like a Shinigami, but just a regular high school girl.

"...."

She tried to find any secrets on his phone but found nada. How? He was a teenage boy. How the heck was there no sauce in there?

As she tried to check his search history, he took the phone away from her.

"I allowed you to see the pictures, nothing more."

"One day, I will find what you're hiding."

He just smiled.+

Eventually, she gave in.

"She will likely be in the Senzaikyū, located in the middle of the Soul Society..."

As she rambled on about information, Sora felt happy. Sure, some light manipulation had been used.

"Be aware of someone named Aizen Sōsuke..."

Hm, yeah, that was good info. All he needed to do was imply someone was manipulating things behind the scenes, and she started speaking.

She also mentioned someone else, namely someone named Gin and then someone else named Tōsen. Oh, the info kept pouring in.

His bet worked, though he probably would have been unable to achieve such info if he didn't play his cards right.

He played on her emotions. Plus, mentally, she was weak right now, and considering he had roughly guessed she had been wronged in the past, he knew she would not sit by and watch someone else get the same treatment—not if she could help it.

He then made sure to ask if she was coming, and her answer, as expected, was a no. She was banned from that place, and she did not want to show her face there. After all, she was a disgrace to Shinigami-kind.

Time skip.

Later that day, Sora could be seen carrying her over his shoulder.

"Jeez, you ran out of gas quickly and didn't even give me time to have all my fun," he said dryly.

"Excuse me, not everyone has your stamina, bastard," she shot back.

"For someone who reads the kind of books you do, I thought you had experience," he shot back.

As he opened the door to the abandoned warehouse she called home, he felt gazes falling on him.

There seemed to be a lot of people there.

The first person he saw was a very short girl with brown eyes and blonde hair, wearing her short hair in spiky pigtails with her bangs clipped together by three clips. She wore a white shirt and a red jogging suit, the latter with white lines running down from the shoulders and decorated with the first kanji of her name, as well as yellow flip-flops. He couldn't help but notice the sword she held over her shoulder.

On each of her cheeks, under each of her eyes, she had three freckles. She had an overly long fang protruding from the upper left side of her mouth.

Next was a tall, muscular man with sharp features, short light-gray/silver hair, and brown eyes. He had a tattoo of the number "69" on his chest. He wore a dark purple A-shirt with a white trim, in addition to green cargo pants, black combat boots, and a pair of orange fingerless gloves. He also had a series of piercings, with one on his left eyebrow and three on his left ear.

For some odd reason, he felt like he was being stared at. Lisa, on his shoulder, was too tired to really say much, though Sora noticed that the buff man was getting ready to fight.

"Lisa, mind telling me who that is?" A lazy voice said.

The man had purple eyes, long, wavy blond hair, and a perpetually bored expression. He wore a black suit with a thigh-length, black jacket. He also wore a white frilled shirt with frilled cuffs and a high collar, which he kept untucked.

"Let me down" Lisa shot at Sora, who let her down, however just as her leg hit the floor, she crumbles on the floor, her leg seeming shaky.

Sora blinks, once then twice...This is going to lead to a misunderstanding...isn't it?

"I shouldn't have carried you, Kisuke never going to let me live this down" He mutters to himself.

She just looked annoyed.

"Oh poor you, let me get up, I am not the one who told you to be so rough"

Sora watched his life flashing before his eyes.

Aint no way, trying to explain himself out of this was practically impossible, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed a man in a bowl cut, listening to music, the man had a smile on his face.

Yeah, he was not dealing with that.

"Well womp,womp, not my fault you have no stamina"

Some blinking could be felt inside the room, yeah this was going to turn into a big misunderstanding, Sora was far too deep in to take himself out now.

"Anyway, got you home, I have some training to get done, my paid leave doesn't last long, still lasts longer than you do"

Sora moved his head out of the way as a Cero blast barely missed him, well dam, didn't she have a temper?

"Anyway, see ya" As those words left his mouth, he used Hirenkyaku and just vanished.

Suddenly all eyes turn on her.

She had some shit to explain.

A/N I don't if you noticed it, he has the ability to read people and uses that to manipulate their answers to get what he wants, however anytime he does that, he tends to give the person something in return as he hates being tricked.

Also, his love interest is still Rukia, I feel like making this point clear.