Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The aftermath of the Winter War had left a deep mark on Ichigo, Harry, and the world they fought to protect. Karakura Town was quiet now, its people blissfully unaware of how close they had come to annihilation. The victory over Aizen had been monumental, but the scars it left were not easily healed.

For Ichigo, the battle had raised as many questions as it answered. For Harry, it had been an opportunity to learn more about himself—and the dangerous similarities he shared with certain others.

Ichigo found himself once again within his inner world, the inverted skyscrapers casting their endless reflections into the blue sky. Harry stood beside him, an imposing figure in black robes with an aura that seemed to ripple like a storm contained within a teacup.

Before them, Zangetsu materialized, his older, weary appearance now harmonized with his youthful Quincy counterpart. The two spirits, once at odds, now stood side by side, united by Ichigo's growth and Harry's intervention.

"We owe you thanks," the older Zangetsu began, his voice deep and calm. "For allowing us to coexist. It is… a rare and precious thing."

The younger spirit nodded, his golden eyes reflecting the pride he felt for Ichigo. "Yeah, it's not every day someone manages to untangle the mess in this guy's soul."

Harry waved off the gratitude with a small smirk. "You can save the thanks. I didn't do it out of charity—I had questions. And you, Quincy spirit, have some answers I need."

Ichigo blinked. "Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

Harry folded his arms, his expression darkening. "Yhwach. The Quincy King."

The younger Zangetsu stiffened, his playful demeanor fading into something grim. "So you know about him."

"Enough to know he's not just a footnote in history," Harry said. "Tell me everything."

The Quincy spirit hesitated, glancing at Ichigo. With a nod of approval from the young Shinigami, he began to speak.

"Yhwach was more than a king—he was the progenitor of all Quincy, the source of their power. He was a being of immense spiritual energy who could grant pieces of his soul to others, creating an unbreakable bond between him and his followers. But there's a prophecy tied to his power: one day, he will return."

Harry clicked his tongue, his expression souring. "I figured as much. He and I… we're not so different."

With a low hum, Harry's eyes began to glow. The irises shifted, revealing intricate patterns like constellations of stars mixed with swirling nebulae, overlaid by the unmistakable markings of the Almighty. The combination was mesmerizing and terrifying, a sight that made even the Quincy spirit flinch.

"I have the Almighty, too," Harry said, his voice cold. "The power to see all possibilities and rewrite them at will. But that's just one piece of the puzzle. Like Yhwach, I can carve pieces of my soul and bestow them upon others. And unlike him, I've taken things a step further."

Ichigo stared at him, wide-eyed. "What do you mean?"

"I've inscribed my soul with Schrift—powers unique to the Quincy Sternritter. Anchors to my being." Harry extended his hand, a faint glow illuminating his palm, Letters and the Name of the Schrift glowed in a shimmering, blue light. "Almighty. Antithesis. Balance. The Compulsory. The Deathdealing. The Fear. The Miracle. The X-Axis. Each one intertwined with my essence. And that's not all—I've experimented with full words, beyond what Yhwach imagined. Death, Almighty, Invincibility, Invulnerability,… the list goes on."

The Quincy Zangetsu stepped forward, his face pale. "You've made yourself a walking paradox."

"Better a paradox than a pawn," Harry retorted. "And as for the Soul King…" He smirked darkly. "Let's just say I've surpassed him. A drop of my full power would obliterate this world. So, I keep it locked away—for now."

The tension in the inner world was palpable, but Harry broke it with a grin. "Enough talking. I didn't come here just to brood about ancient prophecies. I came here to fight."

Zangetsu—both of them—exchanged a glance before smirking.

"You want to spar with us?" the older spirit asked.

"Exactly," Harry said, drawing a sleek black blade from his side. "I want to improve my Zanjutsu. Ichigo, you can join in if you want, but I'll warn you—it won't be easy."

Ichigo grinned despite himself, lifting Zangetsu. "You're on."

The three clashed in a blur of motion, their blades meeting in sparks that illuminated the inner world. Harry's movements were precise and devastating, his blade carrying the weight of centuries of mastery. Ichigo and the spirits fought back with equal fervor, their teamwork pushing Harry to his limits.

The battle raged for what felt like hours, and by the end, all three combatants stood panting but smiling.

Back in the real world, Ichigo and Harry strolled through Karakura Town, their conversation lighthearted despite the heavy topics they had discussed earlier.

"You're really something else, you know that?" Ichigo said, shaking his head. "I don't know how you manage all of that power without losing your mind."

Harry shrugged. "It's not about managing—it's about owning it. Besides, I've had practice."

Their banter was interrupted by a commotion down the street. A man snatched a woman's bag and bolted, weaving through the crowd.

Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"

In a flash, the two of them appeared in front of the fleeing thief, cutting off his escape. Ichigo didn't even need to use his powers—his sheer physical presence was enough to make the man stumble and drop the bag.

The thief scowled, brushing himself off. "Not bad. I guess you're faster than you look."

He handed them a card with a sly grin. "Name's Ginjo. If you're interested in something bigger than this small-town hero act, come find me."

As he disappeared into the shadows, Harry raised a hand and casually fired a Byakurai in the direction Ginjo had gone. The bolt of lightning struck a distant wall, blasting a hole in the side of a building.

Inside, voices shouted angrily, and Harry smirked. "That'll get their attention."

Ichigo sighed, rubbing his temples. "You're unbelievable."

"Hey, you have to make an impression," Harry said with a wink.

The two continued their walk, the card clutched in Ichigo's hand hinting at yet another challenge waiting just beyond the horizon.