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That oughta do it," Ichigo said as he hit the submit button.
Grayfia had proven herself to be quite the efficient worker as she had, through unknown means, managed to switch him over to online courses. Even though it was in the middle of the semester. She really was quite something. Grayfia, or Nee-san as he had come to call her, was beyond helpful in adjusting to his new life within the Underworld.
He had become so immersed with learning to manage his new powers, as well as the intricacies of Devil society, that the one week he was to spend in the Underworld had become three! Three weeks, that were spent in the constant company of Grayfia, MacGregor or Sirzechs. The intimidating maid had been put in charge of his lessons, which had really made Ichigo uncomfortable. Considering how busy the woman was, he felt bad that she had to take time out of her insane schedule to teach him something mundane as the alphabet and how to properly use a spoon.
MacGregor, strange individual that he was, continued to educate him on the manipulation of demonic energy and had given him several simple exercises to help. As Ichigo had become accustomed to them, he had begun to teach Ichigo some of the beginner spells that most magicians use. Most of them were simple things such as how to use the teleportation spell on his own, levitating small objects and using his new found wings to fly about.
Ichigo had found the whole process to be relatively easy. Honestly, why couldn't Urahara had thought up of doing these kinds of things with him during the war with Aizen? It would have made controlling his raging reiatsu so much easier.
A slight chime broke Ichigo out his thoughts and he turned his attention back to his laptop. A small window popped up confirming that his submission had been received and that he would receive an e-mail as proof. Logging off and shutting down his browser, Ichigo's thoughts drifted back to his powers. The change in Zangetsu had been startling. While he knew that his hollow and Zangetsu were one and the same now, he hadn't realized that his powers would do a complete one-eighty.
Sirzechs theorized that, since Hollows are far more closely related to Hell than Shinigami, his powers had reversed. The source of his powers had been, initially, of Shinigami origins laced with Hollow powers. Now, Zangetsu was entirely Hollow with traces of Shinigami powers. He likened it to turning into an arrancar when he use to be a visored. Thank…Lucifer?...he didn't have to deal with having a Hollow hole. That would be one awkward conversation if it ever came up with his family and friends.
Not to mention, Soul Society would probably strap him down to a dissection table. Thankfully, Sirzechs had informed him that an understanding had been reached with Japan's government…the supernatural one, to be precise. Soul Society could no longer touch him without triggering a massive war that they couldn't afford. Especially considering that a good chunk of the captains would side with him.
Ichigo leaned back in his chair and wound both of his hands behind his head. His life had changed so much in just mere three weeks. He had gone from the bleak existence of a college student to a hellfire wielding Devil. He blinked the daze out of his eyes for a moment as realization settled over him. This was like Rukia all over again…someone pops up in his life and flips it entirely upside down into a storybook tale.
Ironically, he was now considered the villain in the fairy tale.
'It definitely has been a strange three weeks,' Ichigo thought wryly.
He had ended up meeting two other peers from Sirzechs peerage. One of whom was Souji Okita. Ichigo had been floored when he was introduced to the former captain of the Shinsengumi's Squad One. A legendary figure from the Meiji era of Japanese history, it seemed the old tales of Souji summoning demons were true after all.
He had spoken with Sirzechs's only knight at great length about each other's personal history. Their conversation had concluded with a spar between the two swordsmen. For Ichigo, it had been an incredible moment. The speeds, that the former Shinsengumi Captain was capable of traveling, rivaled, if not surpassed, what his old teacher, Yoruichi, was capable of.
And then there had been his meeting with one of Sirzechs rooks. The one that was considered the strongest in the Underworld. Surtr Second, the cloned Fire Giant from realm of the Norse. It had been a surreal moment when both had met and realized that the other had orange hair. An odd kinship had been born.
One, that had Mathers commenting on, "Overpowered fire-wielding oranges."
Suffice it to say, he was getting along with his fellow peerage members. All that was left was for him to meet his fellow pawns and the last rook.
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