Aonte Warning: This chapter will be funny for some, while others may cringe to the point where their mothers ask them if they are okay.
As I delved into my memories, I finally managed to locate the Kurosaki clinic, the very place where I had met my demise as Sora and the home to the shinigami/quincy family.
However, finding Ichigo's room proved to be more difficult than I anticipated. I had to cautiously peer through each window from a distance, being careful not to draw attention to myself.
This puppet body had poor eyesight and lacked the skill of a proficient stalker, making the task even more challenging.
Eventually, after several attempts, I spotted a room that had a high school boy's vibe emanating from it.
I could sense two presences inside, so I decided to teleport into the room. Slowly, I extended my tongue as I teleported, trying to appear as menacing as possible.
However, once I had teleported completely, I tried to swing my tongue only to feel it get tangled up in something wet and sticky.
My eyes widened in surprise as I realized that a black haired girl, Kuchiki Rukia, was biting down on my tongue with all her might, her eyes spitting blue flames.
I couldn't understand what was happening. Had she been screaming at Ichigo when I suddenly appeared in the room and stuck my tongue into her mouth?
The situation was so absurdly awkward and comical that I didn't know how to react.
Despite my confusion, Rukia refused to let go of my tongue and continued to try to destroy it fruitlessly with her teeth. Her eyes were filled with both anger and shame, leaving me bewildered and uncertain of what to do next.
Luckily, Ichigo decided to interfere just in time to rescue us from the awkward situation. His eyes blazed with a fierce determination, and I could feel the intensity of his spirit pressure washing over me like a wave.
"Get away from her!" He bellowed, appearing before us in his shinigami garb and wielding his massive sword with impressive force.
Seeing his clothes I couldn't help but wonder how Ichigo was able to transform into his Shinigami form without Kon.
It was then that I remembered Rukia's glove. She must have lent it to him, allowing him to separate his body from his soul.
Despite the surprise, I knew it wasn't important in the heat of the moment, so I quickly refocused on the fight.
As Ichigo lunged at me again, his giant sword hit the wall, destroying a part of his small room.
Ignoring the destruction, I dodged his attacks with ease and continued to taunt him. "Oh, you're so predictable, boy. You swing that thing around like a toy."
“Shut up.” Was his response.
Ichigo gritted his teeth and lunged at me again, but I easily dodged his attacks.
Meanwhile, I continued to tease Rukia. "Girl, you should be thanking me for giving you a taste of something as amazing as my tongue."
Rukia turned bright red, her scowl deepening with each passing moment as her fist hardened. Ichigo, seeing her reaction, charged at me with renewed vigor.
As another horizontal strike came at my stomach, I easily dodged it by twisting my abdomen backwards, but in the process, my head collided with a section of the roof, causing it to break.
"Is that all you've got?” The impact barely registered to me as I continued to taunt Ichigo and swing my tail around Rukia, each missed hit making her madder.
I was seriously getting into the villain role, I could only blame Sora's feeling of jealousy towards Ichigo affecting me.
It was as if his emotions were seeping into my own, fueling my desire to cause chaos and wreak havoc.
Seeing what was happening to Rukia, Ichigo increased his spiritual pressure out of anger.
"Stay still, you sick freak!" He roared.
He lunged at me with a ferocious blow, but I sidestepped easily, my movements becoming more fluid with every passing moment.
As he flew past me, I took the opportunity to strike. I turned and smacked him across the face with the back of my hand, sending him flying into his bed with a thud.
Turning back to Rukia, I grinned wickedly. "Why don't you come with me to Hueco Mundo? I promise to treat you well."
Her face twisted with fury. "I'd rather die!"
She swung her right arm, attempting to shoot a kido without chanting, but to no avail. The spell fizzled and failed, leaving her even more frustrated.
Behind me, I could feel Ichigo preparing another blow.
I could have dodged it, but I was getting bored of playing my part. Moreover, I didn’t want to hurt them more than necessary. So, I turned slowly, not bothering to dodge.
"Take this!" he shouted, swinging his sword with all his might.
I waited until the last moment before tilting my head slightly, allowing the blade to strike the edge of my puppet hollow mask with a satisfying crack.
"Good hit, Ichigo!" Rukia cheered.
In contrast, Ichigo's face froze in disbelief as he stared at the face of my puppet hollow form, a face that was an exact copy of Sora Inoue's.
"What..." His voice trailed off, his eyes wide with shock.
Rukia's expression turned to one of concern, as she looked back at Ichigo and me.
"Ichigo, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and worried. "Is everything alright?"
Ichigo didn't respond, still staring at me with a mixture of shock and anger.
I smirked, satisfied with the chaos I had caused. It was time to make my exit before things got too out of hand.
I ran my fingers over the cracked mask, hiding my face and giving me the perfect opportunity to teleport out of the room.
As I left, I could feel the weight of Ichigo's gaze still lingering on me, his confusion and shock palpable even from a distance.
I knew I had accomplished the first stage of my mission, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of satisfaction at the look on Ichigo's face.
Aonte So, the rails of canon are shaking because of our mc’s awkward moments.
Omake: Delivery
Renato looked down at his belly, feeling cheated for the hundredth time. He was used to his sleek and powerful body, yet here he was, stuck controlling this awkward artificial form.
Karin Kurosaki stood in front of him, pointing an accusing finger. "You're that weird old man who likes to stalk Orihime and the woman from that weird store!"
Renato rolled his eyes. "I don't stalk them, I'm just... interested in their well-being."
Karin continued to stare at him with suspicion, but Renato pushed forward. "Anyway, here's your packet of medical supplies. Can you just sign for it so I can go?"
Karin signed the paperwork and handed it back to him, still looking at him with a strange expression.
Renato couldn't help but feel frustrated with this artificial body. It seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the weird looks and accusations.
Aonte Warning: This chapter will be funny for some, while others may cringe to the point where their mothers ask them if they are okay.
As I delved into my memories, I finally managed to locate the Kurosaki clinic, the very place where I had met my demise as Sora and the home to the shinigami/quincy family.
However, finding Ichigo's room proved to be more difficult than I anticipated. I had to cautiously peer through each window from a distance, being careful not to draw attention to myself.
This puppet body had poor eyesight and lacked the skill of a proficient stalker, making the task even more challenging.
Eventually, after several attempts, I spotted a room that had a high school boy's vibe emanating from it.
I could sense two presences inside, so I decided to teleport into the room. Slowly, I extended my tongue as I teleported, trying to appear as menacing as possible.
However, once I had teleported completely, I tried to swing my tongue only to feel it get tangled up in something wet and sticky.
My eyes widened in surprise as I realized that a black haired girl, Kuchiki Rukia, was biting down on my tongue with all her might, her eyes spitting blue flames.
I couldn't understand what was happening. Had she been screaming at Ichigo when I suddenly appeared in the room and stuck my tongue into her mouth?
The situation was so absurdly awkward and comical that I didn't know how to react.
Despite my confusion, Rukia refused to let go of my tongue and continued to try to destroy it fruitlessly with her teeth. Her eyes were filled with both anger and shame, leaving me bewildered and uncertain of what to do next.
Luckily, Ichigo decided to interfere just in time to rescue us from the awkward situation. His eyes blazed with a fierce determination, and I could feel the intensity of his spirit pressure washing over me like a wave.
"Get away from her!" He bellowed, appearing before us in his shinigami garb and wielding his massive sword with impressive force.
Seeing his clothes I couldn't help but wonder how Ichigo was able to transform into his Shinigami form without Kon.
It was then that I remembered Rukia's glove. She must have lent it to him, allowing him to separate his body from his soul.
Despite the surprise, I knew it wasn't important in the heat of the moment, so I quickly refocused on the fight.
As Ichigo lunged at me again, his giant sword hit the wall, destroying a part of his small room.
Ignoring the destruction, I dodged his attacks with ease and continued to taunt him. "Oh, you're so predictable, boy. You swing that thing around like a toy."
“Shut up.” Was his response.
Ichigo gritted his teeth and lunged at me again, but I easily dodged his attacks.
Meanwhile, I continued to tease Rukia. "Girl, you should be thanking me for giving you a taste of something as amazing as my tongue."
Rukia turned bright red, her scowl deepening with each passing moment as her fist hardened. Ichigo, seeing her reaction, charged at me with renewed vigor.
As another horizontal strike came at my stomach, I easily dodged it by twisting my abdomen backwards, but in the process, my head collided with a section of the roof, causing it to break.
"Is that all you've got?” The impact barely registered to me as I continued to taunt Ichigo and swing my tail around Rukia, each missed hit making her madder.
I was seriously getting into the villain role, I could only blame Sora's feeling of jealousy towards Ichigo affecting me.
It was as if his emotions were seeping into my own, fueling my desire to cause chaos and wreak havoc.
Seeing what was happening to Rukia, Ichigo increased his spiritual pressure out of anger.
"Stay still, you sick freak!" He roared.
He lunged at me with a ferocious blow, but I sidestepped easily, my movements becoming more fluid with every passing moment.
As he flew past me, I took the opportunity to strike. I turned and smacked him across the face with the back of my hand, sending him flying into his bed with a thud.
Turning back to Rukia, I grinned wickedly. "Why don't you come with me to Hueco Mundo? I promise to treat you well."
Her face twisted with fury. "I'd rather die!"
She swung her right arm, attempting to shoot a kido without chanting, but to no avail. The spell fizzled and failed, leaving her even more frustrated.
Behind me, I could feel Ichigo preparing another blow.
I could have dodged it, but I was getting bored of playing my part. Moreover, I didn’t want to hurt them more than necessary. So, I turned slowly, not bothering to dodge.
"Take this!" he shouted, swinging his sword with all his might.
I waited until the last moment before tilting my head slightly, allowing the blade to strike the edge of my puppet hollow mask with a satisfying crack.
"Good hit, Ichigo!" Rukia cheered.
In contrast, Ichigo's face froze in disbelief as he stared at the face of my puppet hollow form, a face that was an exact copy of Sora Inoue's.
"What..." His voice trailed off, his eyes wide with shock.
Rukia's expression turned to one of concern, as she looked back at Ichigo and me.
"Ichigo, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and worried. "Is everything alright?"
Ichigo didn't respond, still staring at me with a mixture of shock and anger.
I smirked, satisfied with the chaos I had caused. It was time to make my exit before things got too out of hand.
I ran my fingers over the cracked mask, hiding my face and giving me the perfect opportunity to teleport out of the room.
As I left, I could feel the weight of Ichigo's gaze still lingering on me, his confusion and shock palpable even from a distance.
I knew I had accomplished the first stage of my mission, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of satisfaction at the look on Ichigo's face.
Aonte So, the rails of canon are shaking because of our mc’s awkward moments.
Omake: Delivery
Renato looked down at his belly, feeling cheated for the hundredth time. He was used to his sleek and powerful body, yet here he was, stuck controlling this awkward artificial form.
Karin Kurosaki stood in front of him, pointing an accusing finger. "You're that weird old man who likes to stalk Orihime and the woman from that weird store!"
Renato rolled his eyes. "I don't stalk them, I'm just... interested in their well-being."
Karin continued to stare at him with suspicion, but Renato pushed forward. "Anyway, here's your packet of medical supplies. Can you just sign for it so I can go?"
Karin signed the paperwork and handed it back to him, still looking at him with a strange expression.
Renato couldn't help but feel frustrated with this artificial body. It seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the weird looks and accusations.
