Reincarnated As Shiba Clan’s Heir! (Bleach-Gin)

Ch110- Surprise!



Musashi's movements were a tad raw, a blend of sheer power and instinct. There was a wildness to him, a kind of unrefined grace that only a self-taught warrior possessed. It was this very attribute that had awakened his spiritual power. Unbeknownst to him, he was a Fullbringer, and his deep bond with his katana was not just sentimental but spiritual.

In contrast, Kazuki moved with an elegance forged from disciplined training and an innate talent for the arts of battle. His every move was calculated, but not cold – it bore the mark of someone who genuinely loved the dance of combat. As Musashi unleashed a barrage of swift strikes, it became clear that his speed and strength were beyond human. His blade moved like a gust of wind, sharp and relentless.

Yet, Kazuki was no slouch. He matched Musashi's every move, parrying and counter-attacking, their blades singing a fierce, rhythmic song. But beyond the sheer spectacle of the fight, there was a lesson being imparted. Kazuki, sensing the raw potential in Musashi, was subtly guiding him, helping him refine his movements, channel his power more efficiently, and harness the energy that coursed through him.

The open ground by the riverbank bore the marks of their intense duel. Grass was flattened, and the soil upturned in places, each mark a testament to a move, a feint, or a dodge. The sun, now higher in the sky, cast shadows that danced and shifted with their every move.

Musashi, despite his formidable strength, was beginning to show signs of fatigue. His breathing grew heavier, and there was a slight lag in his strikes. Kazuki, sensing this, spoke up amidst their dance, "Musashi, focus. Harness your energy. Don't let it scatter. Your strength is not just in your blade but in your spirit."

Musashi heeded the advice, taking a brief moment to center himself. He took a deep breath, grounding himself to the earth beneath him. And then, he lunged again, this time with more precision. The wildness was still there, but it was now tempered with a semblance of control.

As their blades met again, Kazuki took the offensive. He aimed a series of strikes at Musashi, each one calculated to push him but not to overpower. Musashi defended valiantly, his katana meeting Kamijō Tenseiga time and again. With each parry and counter, he learned, adapted, and grew stronger.

The duel reached a crescendo when Kazuki, with a swift maneuver, disarmed Musashi, sending his katana flying. But instead of pressing the advantage, he took a step back, allowing Musashi to retrieve his blade.

Both men, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, locked eyes. There was an understanding, a mutual respect that didn't need words.

Musashi, sheathing his katana, bowed slightly, "Thank you, Kazuki. Today, I've learned more than in many of my past battles."

Kazuki returned the gesture, "You have the heart and spirit of a true warrior, Musashi. It's been an honor."

Kazuki nodded affirmatively, a gentle yet stern expression on his face, "I will teach you other techniques later. Until then, stay safe, Musashi. Don't try to fight hollows. Remember, Shinigami are here for that reason."

Musashi smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of gratitude and mischief, "I can't promise." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving a faint trail of dust behind him.

In the following nights, under the shroud of darkness and away from prying eyes, Kazuki and Musashi met in secluded spots around Karakura Town. The town, seemingly asleep, played silent witness to Musashi’s journey into the unknown realms of his abilities.

Kazuki, taking the role of mentor, decided to start with the basics. The first thing he taught Musashi was how to sense spiritual energy more accurately. They practiced meditation and focused breathing exercises, with Kazuki instructing Musashi to tap into the subtle currents of energy around him. It was an arduous task, given Musashi's raw, untamed nature. But gradually, he began to pick up on the nuances, feeling the ebb and flow of Reaitsu.

Next, they moved on to manipulation of his own spiritual energy. Kazuki emphasized the importance of control, demonstrating how to gather energy in his palm, creating a visible glow. Musashi watched intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. When it was his turn to try, he struggled initially, his energy flaring out of control. But with patient guidance from Kazuki, he eventually managed to gather a faint glimmer of light in his hand. It was a small step, but a significant one.

Afterwards, they practiced harnessing this energy to enhance physical abilities. Kazuki explained how to channel the energy to his legs for enhanced speed or to his arms for increased strength. Musashi, eager to learn, absorbed the information like a sponge, practicing each technique until he got it right.

The most crucial lesson, however, came when Kazuki decided to delve into Musashi’s unique bond with his katana. He explained that as a Fullbringer, Musashi had the ability to draw out the soul of his cherished object and use its power. Musashi, his interest piqued, listened intently as Kazuki elaborated on how to establish a deeper connection with his blade.

The practice sessions that followed involved Musashi trying to communicate with his katana, to feel its essence and understand its desires. It was a strange, almost mystical experience for Musashi. But with each passing day, he felt the bond strengthening, his control over his power becoming more refined.

One night, as the moon hung high in the sky, Musashi managed to unlock a sliver of his katana’s power. His blade glowed faintly, a soft hum resonating through the air. Kazuki, observing from a distance, nodded in approval, recognizing the progress.

Though Musashi's movements were still somewhat crude, the wildness that marked his initial encounters with Kazuki had now been tempered with a newfound grace. He was learning to blend his raw power with control, creating a balance that made him a formidable presence.

Through these nightly sessions, Musashi not only honed his skills but also forged a deeper connection with Kazuki. They were mentor and student, but there was a sense of camaraderie that transcended those roles. They laughed, shared stories, and exchanged knowledge, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

Soon a week ended, and it was time for Kazuki and Mashiro to return to the Soul Society. Bidding farewell to Musashi, the duo walked away, but instead of opening the Senkaimon, Mashiro dragged him away from the city. There, in the forest, they found a tent and a set-up for a picnic, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the tree branches.

“Surprise!” Mashiro exclaimed with a grin, her green hair glinting under the lantern light.

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