Sora sat there, watching history unfold like it was a Netflix binge session he never asked for.
Seeing the unedited cut of the world truly was nice. If only he had some popcorn, maybe some Dr. Pepper, and this shit would have been good.
Anyway, this bald monk truly had a headset dent before headsets were even invented.
Sad. Guess that's how the world wanted him to live.
He focused on watching this beauty.
He saw the Shinigami being absolute dogshit at their jobs.
Saw the nobles getting corrupt as hell.
Saw the Quincy Empire rise and fall like some tragic anime protagonist.
He also wondered why Yhwach was so angry. Have you ever questioned why the Quincy were stuck in a world with barely any Reishi when their power was fundamentally based on Reishi domination, while the Shinigami thrived in a world rich in Reishi, drawing their power from within themselves?
The answer is quite simple: the Shinigami did to the Quincy what America did to Native Americans. So, technically, Soul Society was... that's some intriguing lore right there.
Some strong human souls wishing to be able to fight alongside their Quincy brother learn demonic arc, wow, fun, and become shinigami. Their other path to evolution was just... turning into a hollow.
Wow, that was a doozy.
The dark powers that Soul Reapers use can be learned. In contrast, Quincy abilities require a blood relationship with either Yhwach or the Soul King. In Sora's case, he was related to both, as Yhwach's piece was stripped from his body that day.
Why are Soul Reapers the only souls that actually go to hell if they are strong enough? Hollows only go there if they have sinned as humans.
What kind of deceitful actions did the Soul Reapers engage in?Sora saw the answers to all these creations, the corruption, and everything else. He could sense Yhwach's anger; he would feel the same way if he were in his position.
Being stripped of your home and labeled as the villain is truly terrible, yet Sora wouldn't join Yhwach. After all, he was still the reason his mother died. It might seem petty, but he couldn't forgive that.
And why even when Soul reaper die, if they were strong, they went to hell to work as warden one might say, keeping everyone in check
And then—
Ichibē rolled up to Yhwach like he was dropping a pair of bald balls on the table and said:
"Get your kingdom and fuck off."
This is not what he said, but that is what Sora got out of it. Man placed his balls on the table—not literally.
Sora nodded. "Damn, he really just shut that whole Quincy dream down on sight." Damn, Yhwach really turned into a bald monk's bitch... couldn't be Sora, though.
He would never let Mr. Clean with Down syndrome disrespect him like that.
He rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy as the Being continued his lecture.
Eventually, he just gave up and walked toward the man, plopping himself down on his lap.
Might as well get comfortable if he was gonna be stuck here for two years.
Plus, this old man was very good at giving history lessons. He even had interactive mode, where Sora got to experience it as a regular civilian... he died... a lot. But apart from that—
Best history teacher ever.
The Being broke things down with nice pacing, clear explanations, and even threw in some light breaks.
Then—
It got to the good part.
Sora watched as his mother appeared in the vision.
And for the first time—
He really saw himself in her.
She was just like him.
Everything—the way she moved, the way she carried herself—it was all there.
He saw her life unfold before him.
And then—
He froze.
Hold up. If all these history sessions he'd been getting meant shit had probably been like 100 years by this point, and probably only a minute had passed in the real world, he had noticed something... He got to see people's full lives, including everything.
Even found out the first man to ever goon and the first man to bust a nut to a picture/drawing of a woman.
He found those things mildly funny, interesting a bit... but if he was seeing his mom's life—
Oh no.
NO.
This was her entire life, right?
Which meant—
OH HELL NO.
Sora whipped around so fast it was a miracle he didn't snap his own neck.
"STOP." He held up a hand. "PLEASE. I BEG YOU. SKIP ANYTHING INVOLVING HER AND..." he shuddered, "you know. THAT."
The Being of Infinite Wisdom blinked. "What?"
Sora grabbed his robes. "I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I HAVE TO WATCH MY MOM GET HER CHEEKS CLAPPED, I'M THROWING HANDS."
Oh, so this was what it was about. It was okay; he wouldn't see that, but Sora did manage to make him smile. Like, actually smile.
The Being waved a hand, skipping past all the "unwanted content."
Sora breathed out.
Crisis averted.
Still...
Why was Aizen so close to his mom?
That was definitely going on his "Things to Beat Aizen's Ass Over" list.
As the vision continued, Sora saw something weird.
His mom...
She was wearing the Hōgyoku.
And not just casually.
She had been wearing it ever since she got pregnant.
Sora frowned. "Okay, that definitely means something." Like, come on, he wasn't an idiot, but even he knew something was up.
The Soul King nodded. "The Hōgyoku is a piece of myself." Sora had pieced two and two together and found out this man was the Soul King. Or something close to it.
Sora blinked. "Say what now?" Though, he still had no clue what the Hōgyoku was.
"Your very existence resonates with it. Because, Sora... you are neither alive nor dead."
Sora was in limbo, and apparently, this wasn't the first time he had been stuck there. Last time he was stuck in this state—
The Soul King's energy poured into him.
For two whole years.
And by the time it was done—
Sora wasn't just a Quincy.
He wasn't just a hybrid.
Spiritually, he was the Soul King's son.
Sora sat there, staring blankly.
Processing.
...And then—
His entire body seized up.
THE WORST POSSIBLE REVELATION.
Sora's brain crashed.
Like, blue-screened.
He shook his head violently.
"NO. NO, NO, NO. WAIT. HOLD UP."
He pointed a trembling finger at the Soul King.
"DOES THIS MEAN I'M RELATED TO QUINCY HITLER?!"
Yes, Sora was more worried about being related to Yhwach than the fact that he was the son of God.
The Soul King gave him a look.
Sora dropped to his knees, clutching his head.
"Oh my god. I can never be free. This is my life now. This is my legacy."
He snapped his head up.
"PLEASE. I BEG YOU." He bowed. "TELL ME THE MUSTACHE IS NOT GENETIC."
The Soul King sighed.
Then, with a flick of his hand, he summoned a picture of Yhwach in his youth.
Sora leaned forward.
He froze.
Then—
His soul left his body.
Because Yhwach...
LOOKED LIKE HIM.
No mustache.
Black hair. Red eyes.
HE LOOKED LIKE HIM.
Sora's entire world shattered.
"NO. NOOOOOOO."
And then—
A chuckle.
Sora looked up.
And froze again.
The Soul King was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Sora pointed at him, horrified. "You—YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS, AREN'T YOU?!"
The Soul King didn't answer.
Instead, he spoke with genuine warmth.
"I am sorry I was not a proper father to you."
Sora stared.
And for the first time...
Something softened in his chest.
He exhaled.
"Well..." he rubbed the back of his head, "we've got all the time in the world now, so..."
Sora looked up, a small, innocent smile on his face.
"Guess we can catch up, Dad."
A/N....i mean who would want to see their mom getting smashed.