Bleached Invader - Chapter 2.2 (Patreon)

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Age 15. Birthday, July 15th which was only a few months away.

A second year high school student at Karakura High School. Well above average in grades, consistently in the top twenty in his year of over three hundred students, and ranking first roughly ninety percent of the time in all physical education classes.

Known for having a spotty record, and having been involved in almost too many physical altercations to count. Detention in the multiple dozens. Though no suspensions or expulsions.

'It's almost surreal how easy and quick this type of thing can be done when you're rich.' Yukio snorted as he read over the file sent to him by his dummy CEO on his computer.

Only two hours had passed since he called Hiroshi and ordered him to get him information on Ichigo, and he already had a detailed family history, personal history and even medical history. Ranging from clubs he'd taken part in growing up, to his freaking blood type. And not just him, his younger twin sisters Yuzu and Karin, his father and even his deceased mother.

Being rich was so useful.

Though for the most part, Yukio's attention was drawn to the very bottom of the personal history, the latest addition. Something that happened just last night in fact.

A report of a truck that lost control and smashed into the Kurosaki clinic and partially destroyed it.

Suspicious.

Not the incident reported. Because he already knew that was fake, he knew it was that fish faced hollow attacking the Kurosaki home that caused the damage. And Ichigo Kurosaki proceeding to obtain the powers of a shinigami and defeating it, that was what really happened. But rather, the suspicious thing of it all to Yukio, was it happened through the night last night.

The very beginning of the story of Bleach.

The very same night where he, while sleeping somehow had become a merging of two different people, from two different worlds.

Beyond the mind boggling part of it all, was the suspicious convenience of just when it occurred.

'Just who, or what is behind this situation?' Yukio clicked his tongue in annoyance, leaning back in his chair and idly spinning around in it as his thoughts wandered in many different directions.

…Sousuke Aizen maybe?

There was always that meme going around that Aizen was always behind everything and anything.

Keikaku doori and all that.

But no even for Aizen that was a stretch.

The Soul King perhaps?

He didn't know much of anything about that guy. But, that seemed far fetched. All he saw through the series, and the one time he actually saw the Soul King in the series his other self watched, the guy…thing rather had no true agency. The Soul King was literally limbless and locked away in some crystal container thing.

'Not really all that impressive to be honest for an almighty god.' Yukio snorted as he stopped spinning and hummed in thought for a moment.

He arrived at a simple conclusion, "Doesn't really matter right now I guess." the young blonde boy decided with a shrug.

Thanks to Hiroshi and his big ol' sacks of cash, he knew when he was at least. And he thankfully had a decent little bit of time before shit hit the fan. A few months even before the big invasion of Soul Society to save Rukia thing would even come about.

"I can work with that." Yukio smiled, threading his fingers behind his head. It not only left him with plenty of time to come up with a plan or two to his benefit, but also power up a tad himself.

….Though there was of course a problem with that.

As he had mastered his Fullbring, there really wasn't any more powers he could gain from it, except if he managed to somehow evolve it again. That was of course highly unlikely as things stood right now.

As a fullbringer, his only options for getting stronger were increasing his spiritual energy and training his physical body.

Usually something that wouldn't given him a lot of viable time to become something of note by time shit hit the fan, but that was a moot point with his Fullbring. If he wanted to, he could spend the next entire month in there.

The equivalent of fifteen hundred days. Just over four years.

He would of course, for sure not be doing that. Because fuck that. But he was still going to spend a decent amount of time in there regardless. Not only could he heal himself within there, he also had access to very specialised equipment and terrains, including the ability to change gravity within it to a degree.

'As long as I stock up on good proper food to eat while in there, I can easily spend a full outside day or two in there.' Yukio mused.

That actually might be the most optimal strategy.

Especially since, the thing he truly lacked the most in, was fighting experience. He'd never properly fought in his life - well, his other self had trained in muay thai kickboxing for a few years, but that wasn't going to do him much good right now, and he obviously had no experience fighting super powered enemies.

But, he could summon and control the alien monsters of the game Invaders Must Die that came in many different shapes and sizes. And of course, there was much weaponry available in the game that he could gain experience training against as well.

On top of it all, his training would simply be better than a normal persons. Not just because his spiritual energy made him superhuman already - but simply due to the fact that him having the ability to passively heal himself within his fullbring, was a game changer for training too.

Each time he tore a muscle through training, it would passively heal while in there, and he would immediately gain the benefit of the training. A normal person would pace themselves through a work out and training, and then take time to rest for the body to heal.

That didn't apply to him. Even low balling it to healing four times fully in an hour, that would allow him to push his limits to the max four times in an hour. That would be the equivalent of four proper work out sets and gains in an hour compared to someone else that would generally take roughly eight days on average for such a thing if they trained every two days, with a rest day between each one to recover.

'Assuming I did that for twenty four hours, that would be the equivalent of someone else, a normal human at least, training for ninety-six weeks.' Yukio hummed.

And again that was low balling it a lot because the healing properties within his fullbring, could repair muscle and tissue damage like that, within a minute or two easily. It even restored fatigue.

Not that he would be working out and training his body for twenty four hours a day, because that was asinine.

So, chop those numbers in half a bit, bring it down to forty weeks in equivalency per day doing it like that. For two days outside, which was equal to one hundred days.

Bringing the training equivalency if going by normal standards, to something akin to four thousand weeks of training, without the same limits on his human body that normal humans had.

Since he was far superior to a normal human.

"Ugh, that's gonna be a pain." Yukio sighed, rolling his eyes. Admittedly, he actually felt a little bit excited at having such a work out option.

The tendencies of his other self bleeding through, that sports nut. He loved the 'grind' as he and the other fitness freaks in gym communities called it. His other self loved the feeling of a burn in his muscles and likened it to progress.

But even though he felt a little excited, he balked at the thought of doing it for so long, consecutively. For it to pan out the way it did in his calculations, he'd need to be training his body for ten hours a day.

Ten hours!

For a hundred days at that!

"Well I suppose I can modify the places pretty easily." Yukio blinked in realisation. He could have anything on television he wanted, his big massive futuristic television inside his fullbring. Or play any game he wanted. Or any music he wanted.

He could have all that while training himself.

That would make it a lot more bearable actually now that he thought about it. Training his body and getting to play any game he wanted at the same time? Especially since he could use his literal mind like a game controller within his fullbring world-

Hey now, that actually sounded like a lot of fun!

And of course there was one other option available to him as well. Bringing his hand into a clawed shape, Yukio focused deep inside himself-

And in a burst of black and green spiritual energy a familiar reptilian hollow mask appeared in his grasp.

"Still so cool." he couldn't help but gush a little.

The hollow mask was seriously something else. The spiritual energy it contained, was pitiful in comparison to his own, and it only had the potency of a normal base hollow. But even with that, when he wore it, the sheer potency of his reiatsu near doubled, and his physical abilities spiked massively.

He felt almost invincible when he we wore it earlier.

Admittedly, because of the tiny pittance of spiritual energy the mask had, it had crumbled away and returned to inside him within a minute at most, but that would be rectified in the future.

Once he fed more hollows to it and empowered it. Not only would that surely give it a bigger store of spiritual energy to be able to be used longer-

But the sheer enhancement it would give his own power and physical abilities when the mask evolved into that of a Menos Grande's, would for sure increase.

Considering how much it strengthened him already, he almost couldn't imagine how much of a boost he would get once it became a Gillian mask, never mind an Adjuchas mask.

"…Imagine what it would be like as a Vasto Lorde mask." Yukio almost drooled at the thought.

Now that was a worthy goal to aspire to!

Of course, considering how weak the hollows around here in the living world were, that would be practically impossible to accomplish.

"I wonder if I could make a garganta?" the boy wondered, spinning in his chair again, kicking his feet off the base on each turn to speed up and up and up until he was a blur of spinning motion, like a full on beyblade.

He'd tried out making a Cero earlier when he was using the mask, but he wasn't capable of it. He probably wouldn't be until the mask evolved into that of a gillian class hollow.

Which sucked, because it meant he wouldn't be able to use Sonido and the other Arrancars powers either, or get a Hierro. That thing was a must get!

'I wonder if I fed an arrancar to my mask, would it evolve into an arrancar mask?' he wondered.

He did however find he could breathe fire like that lizard hollow could, and use the instant regeneration. Well, the instant regeneration was kind of passive in a way. He'd pinched his arm until he drew blood and the little cut had drained over instantly.

But he hadn't tried to make a garganta.

It should be possible even now though, all hollows had the power to make a garganta.

"If I can figure it out, I could go straight to the menos forest and power up on all those gillian roaming about." Yukio mused as he beyblad'ed all around the place.

And there was even a few adjuchas down there as well if he remembered right, like that Guardian Of The Menos Forest guy.

With his power, it should be possible for him if he played things out well.

He stopped spinning, ignoring his dizziness and stood up, "Something to look into later," Yukio shrugged, "For now I'll need to actually go buy clothes."

All his clothing were suits and such, things he'd previously worn to show off his wealth. And frankly, gaudy now that he thought about it.

He felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of wearing clothing like that anymore. What was he thinking?

Which reminded him.

He grabbed his phone and called Hiroshi, "Hey Hiroshi, I've got another job for you." Yukio began.

After all, if he wanted to keep an eye on things going forward, he was going to need to head to Karakura Town.

…God he hopped the place had some decent penthouse apartments. A hot tub and swimming pool to relax in high above the common people was a must have for him.