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Chapter - 10: Dark-Skinned Goddess
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I took a deep breath as I looked around one last time. The last traces of Reishi disappeared into the night, leaving only silence behind.
The fight had been easier than I had imagined, even without unlocking my Shinigami powers. My heart was beating fast in my chest, the adrenaline still flowing quickly through my veins, and I couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at the pure euphoria of having tested my Fullbring in a real battle.
It was the first time I had used it, and yet I didn't feel exhausted at all. On the contrary, I still felt a surplus of energy, as if my very body was adapting and optimizing every movement I made.
The wings were not just an extension of my Fullbring, but something more complex, something more alive. They worked in a way similar to the Quincy's Vollständig, helping me manipulate the Reishi around me with an almost unsettling naturalness.
If that was truly the case, then their potential was far greater than I had imagined. I took a deep breath, feeling the power pulse under my skin, like an engine that hadn't yet reached its maximum revolutions.
Of course… I would need to push further. Test the limits of this power, understand how far I could go before the cost outweighed the gain.
A sharp smile formed on my lips.
However, it was already late.
I raised my gaze toward the sky above Karakura Town. The stars were faintly shining, obscured by the artificial lights of the city. The fight had lasted longer than expected, and it was better to return home before attracting any more unwanted attention.
Not that I hadn't already, since unlike the Shinigami who purify, when a Quincy kills a Hollow, its soul is completely destroyed, erasing it from existence with no chance of reincarnation.
The Quincy's weapons don't just defeat corrupted souls, they annihilate them entirely, wiping them from existence. No chance for redemption, no opportunity to reach the Soul Society or even Hell.
That's why, most likely, the Twelfth Division, in charge of research and development for the Shinigami, already knew about my battle against the Hollows.
And they weren't the only ones keeping an eye on me.
I wouldn't have been surprised if Aizen had been watching everything with his usual enigmatic smile, maybe sipping a coffee, as if this were just another piece of his perfectly orchestrated plan.
Sometimes I wondered if he had even foreseen me, if this had all been part of his game from the start. But Aizen never leaves anything to chance, and I knew that, even if he hadn't considered me yet, he would sooner or later notice my potential.
The possibility that he sent Rukia to "investigate" me wasn't entirely foreign to me. It was a tactic Aizen could have used to test my abilities, and maybe accelerate his plans.
But, on reflection, I wasn't so sure.
It still had to consolidate its position in Hueco Mundo, strengthen its leadership, and prepare for the inevitable confrontation with the entire Gotei 13 and the Royal Guard.
This would require time and resources, and while Rukia was useful, she wouldn't be the determining factor at this stage.
But the truth was, none of this really mattered. In the end, I knew that Aizen saw me as a piece on his chessboard. Not as an opponent, but as a resource, another piece for his final plan.
His vision was clear: to demonstrate his supremacy, and I was perfect for his final battle, the culmination of his rise when he would push the power of the Hogyoku to its maximum.
With a beat of my wings, I soared into the sky. My body merged into the darkness as I headed home. The streets below me were almost deserted, accompanied by the faint hum of the city that never slept.
I landed softly near my house and closed the door behind me, exhaling slowly. The silence and warmth of the house immediately enveloped me, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battle I had just finished.
My body was still full of adrenaline, my muscles tense and slightly sore, but nothing that a nice hot shower couldn't fix.
Entering, I stretched my arms and sighed. The place was exactly as I had left it: quiet, dimly lit, and surprisingly welcoming after such a fight.
I took off my shoes and headed toward my room. Without wasting any time, I removed my shirt and headed for the bathroom. The steam began to quickly fill the room as soon as I turned on the hot water.
I stepped under the stream, letting the warmth melt away the tension I had accumulated. The droplets ran down my skin, washing away the sweat and dust of the battle.
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to relax completely. My mind was still wandering over the fight, the new manifestation of my Fullbring, the way my new wings had responded to my thoughts—it was truly incredible.
It was clear that I had unlocked a greater potential than I had thought possible, or at least before unlocking the powers of my other bloodlines.
Those wings were not just simple tools for flight, but a full arsenal that responded to my will with a naturalness that still felt unsettling.
I could shape the form of my wings as I wished, turning them into weapons, shields, or even a bow. Their versatility was something incredible; the only limit was my imagination.
I couldn't help but think that, somehow, I had been influenced by Nero's Devil Trigger—the similarities between our powers were too obvious to ignore.
Now there was just one problem…
The water flowed relentlessly over my head as I reflected aloud: "What the hell kind of name should I give you?" I knew that the name had to represent a part of my soul.
The images of the recent fight resurfaced in my mind: my Fullbring clearly embodied my Quincy side, but I also noticed traces of Hollow, especially in my right arm.
"Maybe something related to the moon… Or something like that," I kept mulling over, but before I could delve deeper into the thought, a noise interrupted my train of thought.
I opened my eyes, scanning through the steam that had now filled the bathroom completely. The sound repeated. It was a rhythmic tapping against the glass.
Dazed, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it quickly around my waist before stepping out of the bathroom. I crossed the hallway and headed toward the window of my room.
As soon as I pulled back the curtain, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. On the other side of the glass, a pair of golden eyes were staring at me with a certain impatience.
There was no need to ask who it was. Yoruichi had always had perfect timing... And, apparently, no sense of discretion.
"...Seriously?" I sighed, crossing my arms as I looked at the black cat curled up on the windowsill. "Are you planning to stay there all night? Doesn't your master take care of you?"
She responded with another tap of her paw against the glass, her golden irises glowing in the darkness. Even in her feline form, it was clear she was enjoying my discomfort.
She flicked her tail impatiently, tilting her head to the side as if to say, "You really want to leave me out here?" before giving me a pitiful look that didn't quite match her usual demeanor.
I rolled my eyes and let out a long, theatrical sigh, but the decision had already been made. I opened the window with a sharp motion and moved aside. "Come on in," I finally said, pretending to be indifferent.
She didn't need to be asked twice. With a graceful leap, she landed on my desk without making a sound. Her paws moved with elegance, while her tail lazily swayed through the air.
I closed the window behind her, locking eyes with the cat. Or rather, Yoruichi... Honestly, if I didn't know she was spying on me, I'd think she was interested in me, especially since I had piqued her curiosity.
"I wasn't expecting any late-night visits. Have you finally decided to switch masters?" I commented with a smile, crossing my arms as I watched her closely.
Yoruichi, in her feline form, simply stared at me with those golden eyes full of amusement before replying with a simple, "Meow."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'll take that as a yes." Sitting on the bed, I watched as she approached with her usual feline grace, effortlessly leaping from the desk onto the mattress beside me.
I knew Yoruichi wouldn't open up easily, so I sighed, continuing to stroke her head slowly, while discreetly using [Sticky Finger] to make her become dependent on my touch.
A small experiment, nothing more.
Truth be told, there were several ways to unmask her, and I was considering one right at that moment. She'd probably figure out my intentions before I could even act on them, but it was still worth a try.
My fingers moved more decisively along her feline back, and almost imperceptibly, I noticed a slight stiffening in her muscles—it seemed like she was already enjoying my touch.
Now it was time to secure my first real mentor in combat. "So... you're not really a cat, are you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
Silence.
The only sound was my breathing, growing heavier with each passing second, as if I had been fighting thousands of Hollows nonstop. For a moment, I hoped I had managed to keep a neutral expression, but the rapid beat of my heart betrayed my attempt at calm.
And then, without warning, it happened.
A lightning-fast movement. A golden flash.
In less than a tenth of a second, she had knocked me down, and now I found myself pinned to the floor, trapped beneath her. I hadn't even realized where the attack had come from—just a moment ago, I was standing, and now two golden eyes were staring at me with a mix of amusement and predatory superiority.
She was incredibly fast. Even out of training, her level was something I couldn't even hope to match at the moment. The truth? I had no way of preventing her from putting me in this position.
A position that, by the way, gave me a perfect view of her since Yoruichi was no longer a cat.
No, now she was above me, in her human form.
And completely naked.
An exotic-looking woman, with a slim but sculpted body, marked by athletic grace, and perfectly balanced curves—a firm bust and a large, inviting backside, with generous hips that seemed designed to tempt and distract.
Her dark skin absorbed the dim light in the room, giving her an almost ethereal aura. But it was her golden eyes that pinned me in place: they sparkled with pure mischief, a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Her long purple hair, tied into a ponytail, brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
"You really are a box full of surprises, kid. Not that I'm complaining." I heard her voice, her tone, along with that smile, making her seem alluring, even provocative.
Her grip was firm, but not aggressive. She could have broken my arm with the slightest effort if I hadn't activated Blut, yet she seemed more interested in assessing me, studying each of my reactions.
"So, you really noticed me?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, with a smile that put me on edge more than any threat.
My decision had been calculated, but I had never been good at math—though that didn't matter in this situation, to be completely honest.
I cleared my throat, trying to maintain composure. "I would really like to answer you, but it's a bit difficult when I have a beautiful woman naked on top of my dick..."
My eyes lingered on her body, irresistibly drawn to it. A moment too long, but I couldn't look away. The air between us thickened with sexual tension as her gaze sharpened, like a predator who had found its prey.
I swallowed, doing my best to stay focused, but I knew my attempt to appear unmoved had miserably failed since a large tent had formed in my towel, clearly visible to her.
"Come to think of it," I added with a half-smile, " I wouldn't mind either if you stayed there a little longer." A suspended silence fell between us.
I could feel the rhythm of my own breath, the slight warmth of her body against mine, the shadow of a smile on her lips as she scrutinized me with those golden eyes of hers.
"Oh, it sounds like I've sewn something very big?" Her voice was soft, almost seductive. "Well, a teenager is just a teenager. I wouldn't be surprised if this is the first time you've seen a woman like this, hm?" I felt her weight shift on top of me, grinding down and the only thing separating my cock was the thin layer of fabric between us.
I swallowed, there was something about her, I didn't know what it was, but her purple hair, dark skin and those unnatural golden irises made for a hellish combination.
"You'd better burn that image into your brain." I heard her chuckle as she lowered her face just enough for her hair to brush against my jaw.
"But I wonder if you have the guts to see the game through to the end... "It was clearly a taunt. A test. Maybe even a warning. And me, trapped in a situation that could have gone incredibly well.
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