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[Adam C. POV.]
I had to kill Aizen.
Easier said than done though, the guy was by all ans a beast.
He was smart, strong, and dangerous enough to warrant so caution from everybody's part.
If I had to gauge my strength against him, I would say without a doubt that he was stronger than . His reiatsu was… staggeringly massive, and his use of it was beyond impeccable.
But, unlike Yamamoto, the gap between Aizen and was considerably easier to close.
Yamamoto had thousands of years of experience, that made him the closest thing to a perfect warrior, he was beyond dangerous, in battle, he was death incarnated… but that was neither here nor there.
My goal right now was killing Aizen, and for that I needed to surpass him, and fast. Because if I allowed him to fuse with the Hogyoku, it would quickly beco a battle I couldn't win.
The question now was, how to do that?
Training with Urahara would hardly close that gap fast enough, the man was smart, smarter than anyone in this world, and resourceful enough to wip out a good training regi, but even with all that I had more than reasonable doubt he could provide with what I needed.
Besides, he had other things to worry about, like planning for plan B. In case we lose.
Anyways.
Yoruichi was also strong, stronger than Urahara in terms of pure battle strength, as in, fighting without strategies, or plans, but training with her alone would yield even less results than training with Urahara.
aning my only real option was, the man himself, Yamamoto.
Unfortunately, that ant I would have to work for him, in order to get what I wanted. I guess nothing in this world is ever free.
"I guess it is ti to talk with the old man," I sighed.
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[First Division.]
When I stepped into the First Division Barracks, the room fell silent as I entered, and almost imdiately all eyes were fixed on . At the far end of the room, behind a heavy desk made of the darkest wood, sat Captain Yamamoto, the scary legend, a force to be reckoned with, one I could personally vouch for.
I could almost feel Zanryuzuki iching in her hilt, begging to fight him again.
"I've thought about your offer," I began, pausing slightly to gather my words. "I'm willing to work for the Gotei 13, but under certain conditions."
Yamamoto's aged, yet sharp, eyes narrowed as he assessed . "Go on," he beckoned.
"In return for my services, I ask that you, Captain Yamamoto, personally train ," I stated, my voice firm. The murmur of the room increased as captains exchanged glances, clearly surprised by my bold request.
Yamamoto raised an eyebrow, intrigue evident in his gaze. "You wish for personal training from ?" he inquired, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
I nodded. "Yes, old man. I want to kill Aizen, so that I can go ho. And who better to train than the most revered Shinigami in all of Soul Society?"
Yamamoto seed to contemplate this for a mont, his eyes scanning mine, likely weighing my sincerity and intentions. The weight of his gaze was palpable, but I stood my ground. I had a goal, and I would achieve it, no matter the cost.
I would go back ho, even if I had to flay Aizen alive with a toothpick.
After what felt like an eternity, Yamamoto's stern expression softened slightly. "Your audacity is both admirable and foolhardy, brat. But I respect your determination. Very well, I accept your conditions. But rember, my training is not for the faint of heart."
I chuckled, it almost seed the old man had a soft spot for . Sothing I would never say, lest I end up like a pile of ashes. "Sounds good."
"Then let our agreent be set in stone," Yamamoto declared, extending his hand.
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[The Shop.]
The bell above the door to Urahara's shop tinkled rrily as I stepped in… God, I fucking hated that bell. Anyhow, I was happy with how things were progressing.
For the first ti in months, it felt like I was moving in the right direction.
As I walked inside the store, Urahara looked up from the counter where he seed to be ticulously organizing... candy? When he saw , his lips curled up into a wry smile, and there was a particular gleam in his eyes that I didn't quite like.
Sothing was… off.
"So, I heard about your little deal with the old man," he began, sounding far too cheerful for my liking.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Yeah? And?"
Urahara clapped a hand on my shoulder, almost making drop the small item I had picked up. "Oh, Adam, oh, dear dear Adam," he chuckled, his voice dripping with false sympathy, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
I frowned, not in the mood for his dramatics. "It's just training. How bad could it be?"
Urahara laughed heartily, his head thrown back in sheer amusent. "Oh, just training? With Yamamoto? You'd be better off facing a horde of Vasto Lordes by yourself. The old man's training is... legendary. And by that, I an it's the stuff of nightmares."
Ha! Jokes on you, I'm into that shit! "Good, I like nightmarish training, the more it hurts the better! You're just a lazy ass, and everyone knows that."
He looked at with a pitying expression, waving his fan in front of his face as if to cool himself down from his laughing fit. "Am I? Ask anyone who's had the 'pleasure' of being trained by him. They'll tell you tales that'll make your hair stand on end."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Well, it's too late now. Deal's been made."
Urahara winked, nudging playfully. "You're a brave soul, Adam. Or perhaps a very foolish one. Either way, I wish you all the best. Rember, my shop is always here if you need so... respite, wait, no, forget that, the old man will co here to get you if you escape from his training, and he will burn everything, so no, don't co here, again, or ever."
I snorted, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Thanks, Urahara. I'll keep that in mind."
As I walked out, I heard Urahara's voice trailing behind . "And if you ever feel like working, my offer to be a candy shop assistant is still open! Without pay, of course!"
Despite the weight on my shoulders, I couldn't help but laugh. If nothing else, the days ahead promised to be interesting.
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