Time skip

  It has been a long time since that incident, ever since that day, Sora had kept up his training, mastering whatever technique he could.

  He did his research on the Quincy king and if everything said about this man was all true, then Sora would need a lot of strength to even hope to beat this man.

  Luckily, he had once again reached a level near if not the same level of Reishi manipution he used to have, and that with the gloves.

  Without the gloves, he probably is very busted.

  He trained his body by working out so his build was pretty good, pretty pact with lean muscle, that swimmer build, was truly the only build that fitted him best right now.

  It was like the perfect build for what he wanted, he was tanky and had the endurance in spade, he used a gun but still, he was tanky, a tanky sniper one might say, no, a tanky duelist rhyme better.

  Anyway, all he knew was that his strength was above that of his adoptive father, or whatever the level of strength that Ryuken had showed him.

  Sora was strong yes, that straight however came from the fact that his training starts with him adapting to something for a couple of hours, then going back to base and learning that thing himself using the muscle memory.

  It was quite an effective method.

  Currently, he was in his css, he sat in his chair, looking pretty zy, pretty carefree even.

  His finger brushed through his messy silver hair.

  He gazed at the material, he had studied for, yeah, he was going to pass this test, there was no way he fail this one.

  In the background, two girls could be heard speaking, one with orange hair, a Big personality, and a slim figure.

  The second was a girl with bck spiky-ish hair, she gave off the vibe of a tomboy and could probably beat the ass of most guys in the css.

  Another orange-haired teenager could be seen speaking with his friend, although something about him felt different, very different.

  Sora decided not to question it much.

  The boy felt like a shinigami.

  There was no mistaking it, the boy had become a soul reaper.

  Wasn't this fun?

  He sighed to himself, this was going to be just thrilling.

  Soon the teacher entered the room, and she cpped her hands before saying.

  "All right, everyone, settle down. We have a new student joining us today."The door slid open, and a girl with short bck hair stepped in. She was petite, she had an air of confidence that didn't quite match her short stature, Sora tossed it up to a Napoleon complex.

  "This is Rukia Kuchiki," the teacher introduced. "She recently transferred here. Please make her feel welcome."

  Yup, that was a Soul Reaper, no iff nor buts about it.

  Sora however felt her power in Ichigo, well wasn't that weird.

  None of his business, he had to study for an upcoming test or some shit like that.

  "Rukia..what are you doing here!" Ichigo's voice rang out, he looked shocked to see the girl there.

  The girl shows Ichigo her palm before saying.

  "Hello Kurosaki-kun"

  All the light from Ichigo's eyes vanished, he felt like he was being bckmailed, oh well.

  "Do you know him?" One of Ichigo's friends asked.

  "He helped me when I came into this town" Her voice sounded awfully sweet and fake.

  "Right Ichigo"

  "..Yeah.."

  Well, that was bckmail if he ever saw it.

  Sora yawned a bit, well wasn't this just boring, though he did need to find a part-time job, asking Ryukken for money was not something he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

  Yawning a bit, he half paid attention to the css.

  As Css ended, he got out of his spot and passed his hand through his hair a bit making sure his hair was fine before making his way outside of the cssroom.

  His Reiatsu level was so low that it appeared like that of an average person and thus when he passed by Rukia and Ichigo, none of them noticed him at all.

  With his hand in his pocket, he made his way outside the school, this peace, felt nice, and he wondered what his mother would be doing right now.

  He had a soft smile on his face as he thought of her, one of this day he would make sure the man responsible for her death died.His mother would receive the justice she so deserved, Sora walked over the town.

  Walking around the town, he noticed a small little shop recruiting, deciding to test his luck, he entered the shop.

  "Welcome, welcome to my humble abode," A man with a hat said, yup that would be his vague description of the man.

  "I saw on the flyer that you are hiring"

  "Yes, we are..."

  "I am here for the job"

  "Okay, first let me ask you a couple of questions"

  "How do you deal with a moody customer"

  "Put on a fake smile and act like they're right"

  "How busy is your schedule?"

  "Heh, I am free for the most part after school, though on weekends I am unavaible"

  "Good, now, what do you know of the supernatural"

  "Like hollows and spirits, I am pretty knowledgable"

  "You are hired," The man said with a smile.

  "Heh, just like that?" Sora was confused, he never got a job so easily.

  The man handed him a mop.

  "The shop clean, get to work"

  ..

  ...

  ...This man was a weird boss.

  A/N....