The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Pov change.

The man who could confidently say he had been deported from a country and had to illegally sneak people back into that country could be seen, leaned against a nearby telephone pole.

The brim of his striped hat cast a shadow over his amused yet calculating eyes.

From where he was standing, he observed the two Quincy boys below.

The scene was quite hilarious really, one of them seemed to be a by-the-book kind of person, while the taller one, probably the older one, was pleading for mercy, begging even.

The two boys looked quite harmless really.

However what attracted his attention was not the fact that 2 little boys were walking alone in the street by themselves, no, he wasn't that kind of person.

What did peek his attention, was the sheer weight of the taller boy's spiritual pressure.

It was so dense, that even he could not ignore it.

"Hmm... quite the unusual pair," The man mused to himself, twirling his cane absently.

"That older one... his spiritual energy is immense, perhaps even comparable to a captain. Maybe more."

He couldn't really tell, the boy clearly held back a portion of his Reiatsu.

He could do the math, let's see, the hollow was relatively weak, around the level of a brand new soul reaper give or take.

The boy held back a bit in order to not accidentally crush his friend under his Reiatsu, the boy also did not fully kill the hollow.

He just left the hollow in a state, where it would take....a couple of hours to regenerate enough to move.

So with that math done....the boy should have Reiatsu on the level of a captain, somewhere in the middle-ish, close to the high end, so around like a 3, closer to a 2 though.

He straightened himself slightly, his expression growing a bit thoughtful.

"A Quincy with that much raw power, huh? That's bound to turn a few heads in the Soul Society. The old guard definitely won't be happy about this one."

He wasn't just saying like it was a lie or anything, like 200 years ago, the soul society slaughtered a bunch of Quincy because they were gathering up.

The only reason they might have was probably not to have another war.

Still didn't stop them from making the Quincy a nearly extinct race.

Urahara grinned to himself, he wondered if he should get 'them' to keep an eye on the boy.

However, with a quick, almost dismissive chuckle, Urahara tipped his hat.

"Eh, not my problem today. I've got a shop to run and customers to satisfy. If trouble comes, it'll come on its own time."

There was a 70% chance his shop was empty but oh well, who cares about something like that?

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows as though he'd never been there at all.

Pov change.

Ryuken could currently be seen working on someone, he was in the middle of surgery, and he deftly guided his surgical tools as he worked on a very delicate operation.

His movements were calm and precise, his expression remained unchanging.

However, as he was in the middle of trying to restart the man's heart, he felt it.

That spiritual pressure surged for just a moment, it only lasted for about a second...however, it was dense and immensely power, it was also unmistakably familiar. He didn't need to guess whose it was.

He could practically feel Sora's presence from here.

"Damn it, Sora," he thought to himself, his jaw tightening slightly. Using the surrounding reishi, he manipulated it to flow into the man's heart. In less than five seconds, the man's heartbeat, which had been slow and on the verge of stopping, restarted once again.

He usually would not use his Quincy power in his human job, however he needed to do it...now.

He finished up the last stitch and stepped back, he then motioned to his assistant to take over

"Close up and prep the patient for post-op."

The assistants moved without question as Ryuken pulled off his gloves, tossing them into the disposal bin with an unusual force.

He stood in silence for a moment, pondering the implications. 'That boy's reiatsu is as much a curse as it is a gift. With power like that, he'll attract attention. Unwanted attention.'

The man adjusted his glasses, the cold gleam of their reflection masked the concern in his eyes,

It was just a matter of time before some people noticed it.

Ryuken however had a gleam to his eyes.

Memory loaded his mind, memory of the boy's mother.....she was a giddy woman, so full of joy, her grandmother had branched off the family due to not wanting to stick to tradition and the boy's mother was basically a walking embodiment of not sticking to tradition.

Instead of a bow and arrow, the woman would often use a Western-style gun, he remembered when she had let him hold her baby for a bit.

Even as a baby, Sora had potential, when the boy almost fell, what seemed to be a blue vein could be seen all over his body.

Masachi and her were great friend, their personality rubbed off against each other.

He did remember the promise he had made to her.

He will remember that promise every day he lives.

He at least owed it to her...to guard the baby, even if it meant....taking drastic measures.