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An Arcanist in Karakura Town
Chapter 3: ... Doesn’t necessary mean Smart

-VB-

I did not possess the explosive growth of Kurosaki Ichigo or any of his future companions, including my Inoue. This wasn’t to say that I was a slowpoke either. In the few months I have been around in this version of Japan and Earth, I reached what I could consider the third or fourth levels. Unfortunately, this brought with it its own problems.

As an arcanist, I was a type of spellcaster who directly accessed the Weave, or magic in nature depending on where I was, to use my spells. I, however, needed some kind of catalyst, component, or focus - like staves and wands - to use spells. Now, I have been so far getting away from doing all of that by applying my unique Spiritual Force Manipulation as kind of a crutch, but I’ve reached a level of study in the arcane where a crutch couldn’t help me anymore.

I needed a dedicated focus like Quincies had with their tools.

Therein lay my new problem: I was not a crafter nor had help in crafting through others. When I got my Arcanist Discipline, it came with an archive to help me get started. This archive, unfortunately, didn’t have any crafting recipes for focuses, only vague mentions of “needing a focus with magical components for higher level arcane spells.”

Hide wasn’t any help either because he was a Ruler - not a Caster - whose power came from his legend as a ruler, not a crafter. He knew a thing or two about what kind of ingredients I might need to make a focus but not how to make them.

“And that’s another failure,” I grumbled while waving a stick with quartz tied to the end of it in a vain attempt to cast a higher arcane spell I’d written up.

I had titled the spell in question “Purifier” for its engineered ability to make all spiritual or magical particles in a single volume around me into a single element or aspect. I would have named it “Naturalizer” if not for the fact that the arcane spell didn’t put things “back” so much as it transmuted them into a different type of magical particle. 

But for the seventh time, I haven’t had a chance to even test this arcane spell I wrote up because I didn’t have any proper focus to use it!

That wasn’t to say that there hadn’t been any effect. Oh no, the quartz crystal I’d tied to the end of the stick had burned black. 

Grumbling, I tossed the stick and the burnt quartz to the trash can at the corner of my workshop, where it landed with glass shattering clatter. 

That was the seventh prototype for that particular focus shape and crystal. It just wasn’t working and I didn’t know why.

I could get help but they would have different consequences. 

I could go to Urahara, the literal mad scientist. Even if I was using a different system of power, I was sure that he could devise something to help me. On the other hand, I would be exposing myself further to his scheming mind, and would inevitably be sucked up into the canon plot. 

I did not like that idea at all.

On the other hand was Quincy Ishida Ryuken. While he was a doctor of medicine, he was also a powerful quincy in his own right. I doubted that he would help me without compensation, he wouldn’t drag me into a years-long campaign against Aizen. 

In canon, he autopsied his wife who died on the same day as Ichigo’s mom and found a clot of silver in her heart that killed her. He fashioned that silver into a weapon for his son to use against Yhwach. Since he didn’t just using that silver as a physical weapon but a spiritual one against the likes of Yhwach in that timeline (and the extraction of said silver had already happened at this point of the timeline), Ryuken definitely had skill in making focuses. 

Unfortunately, he was the kind of man who was exhausted of all of the conflict and didn’t want to involve himself, which was why I had to approach him looking for a business partner.

Which… would be hard.

“I’m home!” Inoue called out from the front door. 

Smiling, I stood up, all too happy to leave this problem to greet her. 

I came out just in time to see her drop her bag off in her room and come back out with her uniform loosened up. She saw me and smiled. 

Ugh. She was a beautiful angel… and she was mine to soil as I pleased. 

Actually, Hide wasn’t home and wouldn’t be back for several more hours…

“Inoue,” I smiled as I took her into an embrace and kissed her. She squeaked at my sudden embrace and kiss, but eased into it pretty quickly. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and neck, and she pulled herself up a little. 

Her bountiful bosom pressed tightly against my chest, and I pulled her in closer. The kiss that started as something of an affectionate greeting became more heated and passionate. Soon, I was eating her out, and she whimpered as my assault continued. 

I began to grope her, leaving her uniform on her, while pulling one of her legs up. 

I pushed her against the wall right next to her room, and I kept kissing, and she kissed back.

When we broke the kiss to breath, she looked at me with wide, vulnerable, and wet eyes. She wasn’t “innocent” anymore, but it didn’t make her any less pure in my eyes. Pushing her up higher on the wall, I quickly pushed her panties aside under her skirt and penetrated her in one stroke. 

Inoue squealed as she bit her lower lips as I pistoned her. Her nervous and unsure moans echoed in the halls. I leaned down and kissed her neck, earning more moans and whimpers from her. She held onto me tightly even as she was telling me to stop.

“Y-You’re going to get m-my uniform d-dirty-!” she mewled as her eyes teared up. “E-EEEK-!”

My thrust came to an abrupt stop as I pushed deeply into her, and both of us climaxed at the same time. 

Her pussy tightened like an iron grip around my dick, and I luxuriated in the feeling. She whimpered when I kissed her again, briefly this time, and then pulled out of her. Not even bothering to clean up the spot, I scooped her up into a bridal carry, walked into her room, and tossed her onto the bed. 

She squeaked in surprise as she bounced on the bed. It wasn’t long before I had her flipped on her face with her bottom up before I penetrated her again. 

Inoue screamed in ecstasy as I ravaged her pussy roughly with my thrusts. My dick scrapped against the walls of her pussy in all directions, and I played with her clit with my hand even as I kept her waist fixed to its current position with my other hand. 

We climaxed again. The feeling of shooting ropes of my semen into her vagina just never grew old or any less powerful. Inoue, on the other hand, whimpered underneath me with her now sweat-soaked uniform.

“Are you ready to be a mommy, Inoue?” I asked into her ear as I leaned down. I began to pump her again, and her responses were incoherent moans and mewls. “I’m ready to be a daddy for our kids,” I huskily added. 

My words sent her over the edge, and she climaxed for the third time that day, leaving her a shivering, trembling, and happy wreck.

I pulled out of her again, and watched in satisfaction as my semen dribbled out of her still tight pussy.

I turned her back around, laying her on her back. I unbuttoned her sweat-soaked uniform. Her outer jacket came off first. Then it was her now see-through white button-up shirt showing me her bra. Finally, I unclipped her bra off. Her bosom nearly bounced out of its confines before resting firmly on top and a little sideways of Inoue’s chest instead of flattening and spilling to the side like water balloons. 

Inoue watched me do it with the sexual high she was coming down from, and despite the fact that she was complaining only half an hour ago about her uniform’s state, she willingly spread her legs, waiting for me in anticipation. 

“Good girl,” I encouraged her as I caressed her cheek. She leaned into my hand even as she closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. 

I pushed my dick back into her wet folds, and she whimpered. Her whimpers became moans as I groped and massaged her bosom with my other hand. With the hand still caressing her face, I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her up gently, leaving her straddling on my lap.

I bounced her up and down, and soon, she was moving with the rhythm that I set, pulling her hips up and down to my thrusts. 

“A-Ah, ah-! AH AH -!” she moaned as tears spilled down her blushing face. Her hands latched onto my shoulders, and her tits bounced within the cage formed by our chests and arms. Her nipples brushed against my own sweaty chest in the middle of each bounce, and Inoue’s face twitched with every brush.

My groping hand pinched her nipple, and she gasped in ecstasy.

It wasn’t long before we came again.

She sat down, leaning against me, while my dick remained inside of her, still hard and raring to go.

Now, had I done this normally, I would have tapped out after our first climax, but being an arcanist, I had a spell or two that kept my dick hard. 

It wasn’t even a particularly hard spell. It was easy enough even without my Spiritual Force Manipulation.

And so, I was happy. She was happy. 

And then she pulled back and pouted. 

“My only uniform’s dirty now,” she whined.

I snorted. I gestured towards her uniform, now crumpled on the floor next to her bed. “Prestidigitation.”

And then, instantaneously, they were clean.

Inoue saw, blinked, and gawked. 

“You’re a wizard?!”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” I said before I thrusted again, forcing a mewl out of her.

She wasn’t happy with me when we stopped just an hour before dinner. She had homework and studying to do.

-VB-

That night when Inoue slept in my room fully dressed in her pajamas after I tucked her in, I went out on my own into the night. 

While Inoue and I were preparing dinner together, I came up with an idea. It was a crazy idea. It might be a stupid idea. But it was an idea that I knew would work (or if it failed, then it wouldn’t affect me at all).

I needed a focus, but all of my attempts at making focuses were failures and I had no instructions at all. 

So why not steal some instructions?

By no means was I going to break into Ishida household or Urahara’s candy shop; there were better ways to suicide like jumping onto train tracks, slitting my own throat, and shooting my brains out. 

No, no, no. I intended to do something far more innovative with myself for less work. 

It took me hours to find the perfect target, but find my prey, I did.

It was a weak hollow. It was small and even then it needed to ambush Pluses (the Bleach term for wandering ghosts) because it was too slow to catch them properly. It was, in one word, pathetic. There were other Hollows I’d spotted today, but most of them looked like they could put up a fight, and I wasn’t interested in that. 

But just because its body made its life hard (so fucking fat that it rolls), it didn’t mean that it was horrible at what it did.

It was still a Hollow, a being made out of spiritual particles that used spiritual particles instinctively. 

And I had two spells for this occasion. 

I grinned malevolently from above the Hollow, who was hiding in an alley, waiting to catch and devour whatever poor soul or human was passing by.

“Firebolt.”

A lance of fire as long as my forearm shot out of my outstretched hand and slammed into the fat Hollow. It shrieked and tried to look for me, but I wasn’t going to do the anime-sin of monolouging or letting my opponent see me.

“Firebolt.” Boom! “Firebolt.” Boom. “Firebolt.” Boom.

Its shrieks were, fortunately, not heard by anyone living in the area. 

My booms were.

As the Hollow began to dissipate into ash, I jumped down, using a pipe as guide to lower myself down quickly but not fast enough to hurt myself. I ran over to the dying Hollow and molded its spiritual particles. I focused on its mask and injected my own spiritual essence into it, and then used the Spiritual Force Manipulation to condense the slowly dissolving object. At this point, the rest of the Hollow had already dissipated. 

As I sat down crouching with that Hollow mask in hand and trying very hard to keep it intact, I heard the footsteps of people coming towards me.

I didn’t care. 

Because just as they appeared at the mouth of the alley, I succeeded in making my first focus.

A Hollow Mask. It was now a solid thing. 

In my glee, I put it on my face and looked up.

People saw me and screamed. 

(I hadn’t known at the time but something I’d done to mask morphed the air around me when I wore it. It made me look like some kind of demented serial killer even when they couldn’t see the Hollow mask because it was a spirit).

I screamed in surprise, and they screamed louder and ran away, leaving me confused and upset.