Chapter 6: There’s not a soul I can trust

The week before going to Soul Society.

Ichigo began his training.

You might say what kind of training is possible in just a week, but for Ichigo,

who had just awakened as a Shinigami, that one week of time was desperately needed.

He didn’t know anything about the basics of Shinigami or anything else.

But due to the circumstances, Urahara couldn’t talk deeply about anything, and Ichigo wasn’t the type to get stronger through theory, so he was gaining experience through sparring.

“Ugh, why can’t I do this! Why can’t I do it!”

The rest of the time, he was meditating and getting beaten up by White again.

White thumped his chest, as if frustrated, and Ichigo also thumped his own chest, as if equally frustrated.

“No, I’m saying, how am I supposed to do that!!!”

“Do it like this! Like this!”

White moved the bandages tied to Zangetsu and began swinging it freely.

In fact, it might look easy from the outside, but if you miscontrol it even a little, it will swing strangely, so you have to be careful.

Didn’t someone say that if someone makes something look easy, then that person is a master?

“You crazy bastard! How am I supposed to do that?!”

“I’d like to ask you instead! Why can’t you do it?!”

“What on earth makes you think I can do it?!”

It was as if the way he had initially struggled with us was a lie; Ichigo began speaking informally to us.

Perhaps it was because he subconsciously understood that we were his power, so he was able to become friendly with us so quickly.

Ichigo looked at me, as if frustrated.

“Black! Translate!”

“That?”

“Quickly!”

“Master! I am your Zanpakuto! If I can do it, then you can do it too! Just think that way.”

“You could have just said it like that!”

“Who’s the master?! I can’t acknowledge such a weakling as king!”

Yes. Tsundere, good job.

After that, Ichigo and White kept growling at each other as if they wouldn’t get tired of it.

Honestly, watching two people with the same face fight like that was very entertaining.

As it has always been, there is nothing more fun than watching a fight.

“That’s what he said. I’m Zangetsu, and Zangetsu is you.

If I can do it, then you can do it too. You can’t? That’s just because you’re not trying hard enough, you idiot!”

“Ugh.”

“If you understand, then do it quickly!”

And so, Ichigo was beaten up by White again, and became a hotcake.

I walked up to him and poked him with my finger.

“Are you alive?”

“…I’m dead.”

“You’re very alive.”

I nodded.

“That’s enough for today. Tomorrow you have to spar with Urahara in a real combat situation again.”

Soon, Ichigo’s spiritual form, who had gotten up with difficulty, disappeared. After confirming that Ichigo had completely disappeared, I looked at White.

“So how is he really doing?”

“He’s absorbing it like a sponge. In about a week, he’ll master the basics.”

“Why don’t you tell him that? Is it really necessary to do it like this?”

“Ichigo absorbs faster when he’s being nagged.

He has a subtle arrogance. Making him urgent like this is the fastest way to absorb.”

That White bastard.

He knows Ichigo too well, doesn’t he? Is he really Ichigo’s Zanpakuto?

Several days passed, and the fifth day dawned.

White and the fake Zangetsu, who had been watching Urahara all this time, spoke.

-Ichigo, from what I’ve seen of that hat seller’s face, he’s definitely hiding some important secrets.

If you don’t make him spill it all out right now, he’s going to make us eat a sweet potato later.

-I agree with White. Make that hat seller spill his guts right now, Ichigo.

Are these guys also reincarnated? How do they know so well?

Then it suddenly occurred to me.

Wait, if Urahara cooperated and Ichigo got his hands on the Hogyoku in Rukia’s body, wouldn’t we not need Hogyoku Aizen?

We could just rush forward and take Aizen down, and if we played our cards right, we could probably take down Yhwach right away?

-Ichigo, right now, make Urahara tell you all of his secrets and force him to cooperate.

I joined in on their words.

“-What do you say about that, Urahara-san?”

“Ahaha! Kurosaki-san, shall we move on to the next lesson?”

“Well, alright. Tell me later if you feel like it.”

White was enraged by that.

-You idiot! Just make him spill it out right now!

Don’t you know that a shady guy like that is 100% hiding something and will screw us over later?!

-Woah, stay. Stop it, White. If you go out and start a rampage right now, it will be more troublesome.

-Kieeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!

-What are you, a Hollow? Why are you screaming like that? Oh, that’s right, you are a Hollow.

-That’s true, but it feels like you’re swearing at me?

Ha ha, those idiot bastards.

Unfortunately, it seems like we won’t be able to get Urahara’s cooperation after all.

Urahara, who screws over even his allies depending on the situation, and at this point in time,

Urahara is openly trying to screw over Rukia, so his trust in Ichigo is almost zero.

…Thinking about it again, it’s crazy to try and invade Soul Society with just a few humans.

Thinking like this, I don’t know what Urahara’s intentions are in helping Ichigo.

There’s no one to trust.

Just before entering Soul Society, I gathered White and the fake Zangetsu.

“It’s clear that if we go just relying on Ichigo, the sucker, we’re going to be screwed, so we need to come up with a countermeasure.”

“I agree.”

“Understood.”

The three of us nodded at the same time.

“For now, Urahara is on our side, but since we don’t know when he’ll betray us, be ready to act at any time, White. If necessary, go full Hollowfication and overturn everything.”

“Okay.”

“Hairy man, be ready to use Blut Vene at any time.”

“Of course.”

“And this is the most important.”

I said sternly, seriously, and solemnly.

“From now on, we’re going into the manufacturing of the Final Getsuga Tensho. Of course, unlimited.”

“But isn’t it a contradiction to say that it’s the Final Getsuga Tensho and unlimited?”

“…Then let’s just call it Mugetsu.”

“What about the first revision we showed you last time?”

“Damn it, there’s no way that was Mugetsu. Do you think this idiot could protect himself with that?”

After thinking for a moment, White nodded again.

“You’re absolutely right. My thinking was short.”