Guda Guda Shinigami

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First Steps! March Forward Brave Gacha Pl-and he's dead........

2025 - Earth - #&@*@@ Hospital - Stairwell

Around 5 minutes before my shift ends I start leaving work and packing up, heading down the stairs to leave quickly, holding my breath I click my phone screen, a familiar after work ritual.

The blue loading screen with the flavor servant text, and my impatient tapping of the screen.

TAP TAP TAP TAP

The familiar home screen of Fate/Grand Order flashing in front of my eyes for an instant gone before the theme can even begin playing at another impatient tap.

"Finally......time to roll for you again....4 years....4 YEARS....Avenger Nobu come home!!!"

I say to myself maniacally laughing like a certain flamingo in a pirate anime. My finger channeling my strongest noble phantasm, unlimited credit card works and recharging the saint quarts to my account while hovering over her banner fresh of my paycheck.

Not one of my best moments retrospect, but thank god nobody else can see this cringe........but moving onto her

Avenger, Demon King Nobunaga, three distinct parts of Nobunaga's legends combined into a single impossible servant and what could be called the combination of all possible Nobunaga's, past, present, and future.

My target for over 4 years, my obsession when I saw her for the first time and failed to pull her for 4 years. My reason for going to college (this is a lie), my 2D JPG anime waifu! Pulling 500 times on the FP banner I begin doing my prayers and getting all the other Nobu versions I own into one team before summoning her. My authentic (fake) Japanese tea set and commissioned Nobu mat already set up with posters to boot.

"Here we go....DORO MONSTA CARDO!!!!"

*4 minutes later*

(Dadaan, Nobu here to translate! This whale spent 376 euros or 580 dollars wahahaha!)
"FINALLY RAINBOW SPARKS AFTER 668 SQ!!! C'mon c'mon c'mon, NOBU!" I scream in the stairwell, no longer caring about my surroundings my excitement growing.

And then a part of me dies.

"What fortune to have summoned me. I bring forth luck, offer riches, and I act as absolute comfort to others..."

The wrong 5 star says mocking me while I feel something beyond anger build up inside me at the sight of the stone fucking statue talking back to me.

I'd like to think I processed these feelings positively in a healthy mature way


DEFINITELY NOT THE SOUND OF A WALL GETTING PUNCHED.SFX


...Crash!

.......BOOM!!

...........NOBBU!!!

Spoiler alert, I didn't handle it very well, and may have left a few fist sized holes in the wall that future me may or maynot have to worry about later, but moving on.

"YOUR MOTHER SMELLED OF MOTHER FUCKING ELDER BERRIES WRRYYYYYYY~!"

Okay so maybe I was still a "little" mad.

*30 minutes later*

(Fuhaha, it is I Oda Nobunage once more, another 188 euros or 290 dollars spent to summon me, be sure not to learn from this one!)
"No no...calm...calm.......I'm calm.......Just 322 SQ to get her guaranteed....."

With the focus of a true gacha addict, my heart bleeding while summoning again, I pull on the banner once more, finally getting Nobu after hitting max pity on the gacha banner and having a composed and normal reaction.

"To think that I'd be an Avenger..."

My waifu begins to say but I am too far gone to care dancing and jumping around, forgetting where I am and falling down several flights of stairs face first.

"FINALLY WELCOM HOME NOBUNA-"

Are regrettably my last words, still praying for my save data to survive the face fall and seeing the fast approaching floor straight up zooming for my fa-

CRACK

SPLAT

CRUNCH

I would not know the chain events this would set off, nor would I realize this would lead to the beginning of a new story, my name spreading far and wide in a new world, in Soul Society with a new body and face.

That's right, I reincarnated into Bleach.......looking like Oda Nobunaga from the Fate series.....I say look because the genuine article somehow appeared with me as my sword, my start in this new wo-

"Oi, don't steal my spotlight after hogging the entire prologue for yourself. Ahem! Yes it is I Oda Nobunaga! That's right Nobunaga lives! Now burn this image into you so-"

My start in this new world, forging bonds that would change me forever and embracing the way of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, truly a story of all time.....

"Hey don't just interrupt my cool original introduction.....Are you listening!? Hey!? Don't you dare cut me off at the-"




-PROLOGUE END-

I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga!

2050 Years Prior to Canon - Soul Society - Future North Rukongai - Future (Zaraki) 80th District

An open area, a wasteland battlefield a person lays on the ground their form a serene and beautiful contrast to the war torn surroundings around them. Weapons scattered about and the unmistakable forms of dead Shinigami and regular souls alike, weapons strewn about.

"My head.....tsk....what a stupid way to pass out? Oh wait.....I died...huh...Well at least I won't have to hear from my bank about my gacha addiction Fuhahaha....."

I mutter to myself waking up and opening my eyes, my head throbbing, and feeling shorter? My body and voice notably different from before, and feeling something I can't put my mind on until I look down at my body, noticing the tattered black Haori, my body practically naked otherwise, but more importantly I notice a small minor change.

"No way.....? You've got to be kidding me.."

POYO POYO

"Holy shit, I have boobs now!"

I mutter to myself out loud not minding my surroundings, eyes widening at seeing the two round foreign objects on my chest, and the subtle distinctive feeling of some missing. Then it hits me, the obvious crucial lack of fucking male parts and go-nads in less then subtle places being a small hint that I'm not exactly in my body.

'Well what can you do about it, at least my figure should be pretty hot even though I'm shorter........as expected of me Wahahaha.......hmm I'm taking this a lot better then I thought I would...umu.........I could use some tea right now....something imported maybe....'

I ponder, strangely feeling less worried about the changes in my body and mind, more focused at finding out where exactly I am and how I got here, with a slight craving for tea.

I do attempt to look around, but all I can see are either dead bodies or dried blood on the ground the plain around me littered with corpses of varying sizes and ages.

I end up spending a few moments just laying around on my back against some corpses looking up at the sky and pondering.

"The sky is nice at least....hmm......no idea where I am, just the clothes on my back.........Fuhahaha, how amusing....Well I'll figure something out like I usually do. Hope nobody misses this.....yosh.....I'll be keeping you for self defense until I can find a gun or something wahaha......"

Getting up, I spot a particularly nice sword sticking out of a dead body weapon rack, and I proceed to "repurpose" it for my own uses. Better for my uses while I figure out where I am, plus it doesn't look like the poor shmuck will need it, with the amount of swords his back has been "generously donated".

"Nobu Nobu Nobu~!" The hum seems to come out naturally while walking around the dead bodies around me.

It was actually quite relaxing all things considered, walking around with the sword casually on my shoulders despite the poor decor of dead bodies all around me, in all manner of gruesome detail, not disgusted but more indifferent.

'I mean, the moment they picked up a sword they should have been ready to die. Without death like this, there is no change, because only those with the will to survive can create their own destiny.....and what better place then the battlefield.' A part of my mind whispers naturally which I strangely agree with, clutching my sword tighter while moving around and surveying the dead bodies.

Anyways, I spent time picking around for clothes.........and huzzah, I managed to go from a near naked bum look, to something half decent after borrowing some slightly oversized clothes from mostly intact bodies and totally not failing at resizing the clothes before choosing a random direction to walk towards.

*Unspecified hours later*

Ok, so I may have done a few circles around some dead bodies a few hundred times, but I did end up managing to end up somewhere new.

Now I was lost in a forest instead of an open plain.

Funny enough despite walking away from the battlefield for what felt like hours, I didn't even feel tired or hungry. In fact my body felt better then it has in all my life, which to be fair hasn't been long, but details.

"Well hot damn, a village......but straw huts huh......where exactly am I.....oh?"

"Smoke huh? Bandits huh......umu......Well not my business aww well......yep...totally...want to go back to the forest...."

I turned around while shrugging my shoulders, to go back to being lost/directionally challenged adventurous in the forest.

"Haah.....fuck it, I'd rather just go and help them instead of seeing the same tree for the 25th time....They better have someone who know how to sew something half decent to wear....maybe a military outfit?"

I arrived to the usual slew of crying, pillaging, and less savory actions of bandits. People killed, women dragged off to houses for one reason or another and children being carted off to the middle of the village likely. Great, I was already feeling annoyed about choosing to arrive here, but now finding anyone of use was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Hey, we missed one Taiki! You're just a little thing aren't yah, well don't worry I'll take good care of you....uhehe." Bandit A says to my while scratching underneath his brown Kimono where his crotch would be. A slew of other bandits start leaving the huts at his shout, surrounding me quickly while I feel my temper rising at the sheer disregard they take me in!

"Hoh? Not saying anything? A shy one then, here let me show you a good time..."

And then Bandit A opens his mouth lecherously, putting his hand on my shoulder.

Yes, the same hand he was scratching his crotch with.

And I feel something snap at the contempt they show me, the sheer callousness of the act against me

"Oi, say something you bi-TEAR AHHHHHHHHH-glrk" Bandit A screams, before I toss away the arm I ripped out of it's socket and cut his jaw clean off with my sword, Bandit A still alive somehow while sheathing my sword.

"Shit this bitch is crazy!?" The bandits stir panicking.

"Quick kill her she's not normal!" Another spews out more garbage.

"Fuck we gott-" And again, another worm showing fear and giving up in front of me, it's all insufferable.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you. I'm going to kill you all, each and every one of you."

And then I see my reflection in Bandit A's eyes and I pause frozen.

"Pfft...."

Looking back at me.

"Heh...."

Is Oda Nobunaga's face and eyes

My face, and eyes

"He..hahahahhaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I get it now.....I know who's body this is! WAHAHAHAHA"


"I am, Oda Nobunaga!"

I point laughing at the barely alive Bandit A at the revelation of who's body I'm in, grabbing what's left of his head slowly with both hands before crushing his skull in my bare hands like a cherry, blood and brain matter showering and while it's a shame my outfit is dirty now.

I don't care right now because this is just too damn funny!

SPIRITUAL PRESSURE

Waves of pressure leave my body spreading to the surrounding area, birds flying off while the bandits seem to get pressed into the ground, crushed by something, spiritual pressure I think one of them says, and feeling a strange energy in my body would normally be cause for alarm but I'm far too busy finding this situation so amusing.

SPLAT CRUSH CRACK

"Hahaha....I owe you all...Oda Nobunaga huh....well not quite her...but her body......So that's why I'm not as bothered by this.....Oh? Sorry it seems I killed you all, Fuhahahaha!"

After taking a few moments to clear my mind I look around at the bloody puddles around me feeling amused by this sense of power, testing it while slowly making my way through the village arriving at the square to see the rest of the bandits and their leader holding villagers hostage while trembling.

"L-listen here, I don't know what someone with spiritual pressure like you is doing here b-but back the fuck down or we'll kill them all!"

The bandit leader shouts, villagers trembling held hostage by his men. My eyes widening at the leader then and there, which seems to motivate them.

"Yeah boss you show that bitch!" The background squad yammers while my eyes focus on something more important.

"Th-that's right, kneel down and beg for their lives and I might let some off!" The leader, the Shinigami in his black haori spouting more garbage.

I'm in a fucking anime, I'm in Bleach

"We'll do it we swear." Unimportant mob B squeals interrupting my important monolog.

"Do it then." I say while giving them my bestest smile.

"I don't give a fuck about any single one of them, I don't know them so feel free to disembowel them, maim them, or whatever little thing gets you bandits off......But I'm still going to kill you all."

And then I push my foot off the ground almost teleporting in a burst of speed, my figure blurring the words of the bandits fading into the background while I draw my sword smiling while gracefully dancing and cutting them all to ribbons, mostly.

SLASH

"AHHH-"

RIP

"No please....Not the face not THE FA-gaaacck"

BASH

"*WILHELM SCREAM*"

Cutting down the leaders pep squad of mooks within seconds, bisecting them or just outright ripping their spines out and bashing their skull in with it, no remorse, no hesitation and laughing the whole time.

"Wh-what...that was....Flash step....b-but y-you have to at least be a...a-a Hatomoto rank Shi-shinigami..." The leader spouts

"Huh so that's what it's called huh? Thanks, now die!" I say lifting up my sword to finish him off next.

wait....No please spare me I beg you....I'll do any-!?"

Leader A spouts more garbage dropping on the ground pissing himself while begging for his life.

STAB

"Great offer, didn't ask don't care, now die."

I say cutting him in half from the top of his head down a bored expression now on my face while looking at the absolute carnage I left on the ground from the swift pest control and the possibly traumatized surviving villagers.

"W-who are you?" One of them, an older one asks while gulping.

Hmm, my name huh, well my old names out, too different for the setting I'm in. Looking around the destroyed village, the weary villigers and then my new body, I shrug mentally. Might as well just take the name if I look the part, not like the actual person is around to complain right now, right?

Well better not mess up my greeting towards them already knowing what smile I want to give them. (Inner Nobu smile = typical shojo smile)

"Me? I'm Nobunaga, Oda Nobunaga!"

and I give my absolute bestest smile hoping to make an impression. (Insert scary smile)


Hmm strange, they seem more afraid? And I can swear I hear crying, but it must be my imagination~!

-End of Chapter 1-

Author note: Just cross posting this and some other stories from another site, don't mind me. Also thanks for anyone who's reading this lol.

 

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A Very Enthusiastic Walk, in the Woods! Nobunaga the Directionally Challenged!!!

2050 Years Prior to Canon - Soul Society - Future South Rukongai - Future18th District and Forest

*1 month later*

Nothing but endless trees as far as the eye can see, with the occasional mountain a peaceful sight......(...Idiot...)

"Immortal temptation takes over my miiiinnnd...*NOBUNOMNOBUCRUNCH*" I hum while wandering the forest again, destination in mind a month after saving the village from the bandits, potato in one hand and sword in the other marching on cheerfully. "duunn dunn dunnnnnn.......I AM THE STORMTHATIS...." The forest is very forest today too, same trees for miles.......fun fact did you know raw potatoes taste like shit?

Same with sleeping outside in the dark, I really regret not asking for more from the village when I was still there, but hey at least I have my sword here to help my peel potatoes and sleep with!

Ahem, anyways you might be wondering, why eat potatoes?

Well you see, another fun fact....apparently even though I'm a stronger soul I have to eat food......yeah fun....and the villiage only had potatoes on hand.....cause apparently haha......weaker souls don't need to eat......A plus is that's really the only thing I have to worry about for some reason I can only feel hungry...everything else is kinda....not there?

I may also be going a little crazy talking to myself........Meh I'll thug it out somehow.....I'm only a little lost....(Liar......)........yep just me and the whispers in my head....funny enough they started appearing in my head since I started sleeping with my sword.....pretty sure I'm forgetting something about this sword.....hmm....

I'll figure it out when it happens......Yep, I'll just coast along!

"Forsakened I am awakened.....a Phoenix's ashes are....*NOBUHURL*........I FUCKING HATE POTATOES!!!!" I vowed bloody vengeance against all potatoes and forms of potato products from this moment forward, probably. "That old man said too just walk south to get to the Genji School.....SO WHY HAVEN'T I FOUND IT!!!!" Yes, the reason I'm wandering this large ass forest again was to get to the Genji School, apparently I arrived her before the Seireitei was a thing, fun.

But the old man villager A did tell me some rumors about a powerful warlord that founded a place called the Genji school for nobles and commoners, so I figured that's my best bet to start and figure out where I am in the timeline Wahahaha! Unfortunately the old man didn't have a map....and for the same reasons above there wasn't any food.....or tea......tea......(get serious....)

At least they had some clothes....but the fashion leaves much to be desired.....a worn out brown yukata is....well you know

Ah but you probably wanna know what happened after I showed off my splendor to the villager's...heh...well then let me enlighten you!

I'm just gonna lay down here while the story happens though..........(Get up)

*FLASHBACK*

1 Month Ago - Soul Society - Future North Rukongai - Future (Zaraki) 80th District

"Wahahaha.....I see my beauty has you all stunned...umu! Very well take a good long look at me!" I say while standing in the gore and viscera of the dead bandits smiling brightly at the villagers, I think I can even see some of them trembling and crying in relief....and the old man seems more paler then when the Shinigami and bandits were here....ah well. "Now then, onto business! Do any of you perhaps know where I can find the Shin'o Academy or the Seireitei?"

I smile while looking around the village square, waving at some of the gratefully trembling kids. They even cry in relief when they notice me looking at them, how polite.

"T-the what Nobunaga-dono? I'm afraid, we do-don't know what you mean exactly.....what those are...." The old man says shifting in front of the grateful and crying children, hmm must not want the kids to embarrass themselves. The village square also seems to have gotten a lot more quieter, they must all be really good listeners, I think I can even hear pin drops!

"...You know where all the Shinigami's gather....13 court guard squads.....Gotei 13????" I'm really praying that they know what that is, because if they don't I'm kinda screwed on what to do.

Unfortunately they shake their head at all my words.......fuck. "I'm sorry Nobunaga-dono, but there is no such place....at least not from what we hear far north in the Soul Society......but perhaps you may find answers in the noble district....there have been rumors for quite a while from wandering souls....." the old man says igniting some hope inside me.

"And pray tell....what rumors are these exactly.....?" I flash in front of him excitedly, showing my sincerity by looking the old man right in the eye. He must be feeling the heat, he's sweating an awful lot. "Ah, also do you have any maps to to point me in the right direction?"

"I'm sorry Nobunaga-dono......but what are maps?" Tsk, ah right, they wouldn't likely know what a map is let alone have seen one, man I really want to just stick around just fix up tha place a little.....ah....my pressure leaked out again.....I'm getting carried away. "B-but I-I can gl-gladly let you know about the rumors.....truth be told....there is a rumor.....about a school in the center of Soul Society near where the nobles live.....they call it the Genji School....apparently a powerful warlord resides there....or so the rumors go.....it should be far south of here...." Hmm, not exactly what I was looking for but it helps me narrow where exactly I am....though he mentioned this place was far North of the nobles district.....I feel like I should know why.....

"Well that helps, thank you....hmm I never did ask for your name did I.....ah but if you don't have a map do you happen to have any clothes....*RUMBLE*......and food?" Old man A declined to tell me his name, but he was gracious enough to hand me a Yukata! He even put in a huge sack of potatoes before sending me off, what a nice guy, I hope he doesn't pass out from the heat.

Anyways the village was nice even if the people were shy, since only the old man seemed to see me off.

"So the nobles district huh...let's see if I remember my directions....then I should just go opposite of the sun and that should be south right?.....Umu, that should be it, I'll be there within a week, Wahaha!" and so I set off, flash stepping away on my Guda Guda walk through the forest!

Maybe I should have asked the old man about the cardinal directions...and something to cook these potatoes with....Nah I'm sure I'll be fine


*END OF FLASHBACK*

And that is how we find ourselves to my current predicament, no Genji school in sight after a month, or at least I think it's been a month. Which sucks cause I wanted to see what the Genji school is......yep totally.

Time is kinda sorta, impossible to keep track off when all you see are trees.....I miss my bed and modern convenience......and pizza....and borgers....glorious borgers.......

*RUMBLEGROWL*

"I think I might have poisoned myself......from too many potatoes.....nahhh....just...one....more!" Was I being smart? Nope, would I do it again? Probably, yeah.

*CHOMP.......NOBLEHHHH*

Potato poisoning in the middle of the forest, and passing out....not the way I thought I would go....huh that's strange I think I see someone.......I don't really get much time to think about that before fully blacking out and feeling my sword growing hotter, like a flame....but warmer.

'Why do I even want to go to the Genji school......Just...what do I want in this new life?.' My thoughts turn as my consciousness begins to blur. 'It....doesn't matter....I'll just....find out later..."

(Enough, if you won't do something then I will....listen to me, my name is....)

And then I see a figure, dark but it almost looks like....someone I know

Standing ahead of me in the forest and walking over slowly

I reach out

and the figure catches fire, the flames bathing me while I close my eyes and pass out.

*FLASH*

Flames, that's all I see when I open my eyes again. No wait, there's more.....a burning temple, it looks familiar, like a part of me should know about this place, that this familiar scene is a part of me. But the raging flames seem dim, mere embers of what they could be, it seems to be because they are missing something important.

'A reason to burn brightly.' the thought crosses my mind quickly like something here is making me face the thoughts I've been pushing back and the pervading emptiness of my current existence. 'Why am here.....what do I want....or rather......do I even know want? I wish someone could tell me the answer.....or that god could just give me an answer why I'm here....I can't....do this on my own.......'

'I'll even take help from the devil himself if it means I can stop feeling so empty...'

My train of though ends there, not because I wanted to stop that line of thought or thinking.

It's because I feel something......eyes looking at me, all of me a gaze that digs into my deepest secrets and it sends chills up my spine. I can hear and feel whatever it is coming up behind me.

STEP STEP STEP

Each agonizing step matching my heartbeat as the pressure grows, and then It's behind me.

I'm almost too afraid to find out what it is....but it's almost like something is compelling me to turn around to face this demon, and so I end up turning around.....and seeing her.

"Nobu....?" I have to rub my eyes because of what I see.

Oda Nobunaga, the real one from Fate, in her Kaiser outfit.

Her signature matchlock resting on her shoulder and a sword by her waist. "Is this, a dream?" I mutter out loud lost.

*BANG*

FUCK that hurts! My hand automatically goes to clutch my wound to stem the bleeding.

'She shot me faster then I could register, I didn't even see her move!?' Her smoking matchlock is moved back in a resting position on her shoulder.

"Oi, you're being far too friendly, faker. Just who do you think I am?" She says coldly, not with any real malice, just calm indifference. "I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga."

"And you, are a disappointment." And then kicks a familiar looking sword to me. "I've seen your memories, and I've been watching you since you got here......You, why do you avoid your destination....why do you try to distract yourself with this pointless chattering instead of just pushing forward?"

"I have no idea what you mean, I am plenty serious about all thi-*BANG*" I barely have time to dodge her second shot, her piercing red eyes now glaring at me in anger. "Hey are you craz-*BANG*"

"Again, you lie. You're afraid to take a step forward, mortified by your new reality and trying to escape it. Do you know what I hate most of all?" Nobunaga says even colder then before throwing a question at me. "Negligence and Laziness, human potential can only be realized by humanity, through the sheer spite of our species will to advance...and overcome.....I can permit goofing off, but I won't tolerate your....inaction.....and..." The flames of the world and temple seem to burn brighter at her words, her hair seeming to become engulfed in the hellfire around us for a moment in contrast the dim embers around us.

"You have accomplished nothing in the month you were here, nor have you made any efforts to understand yourself, all you've done is wander around, kill some rats, and ask god to help find out why your ambition is so lacking" She continues sharply. "Worst of all? You used my name, you called yourself Oda Nobunaga!"

The words dig at me, because I know what she is saying is true. I have been distracting myself with meaningless chatter and trying to drown out my anxiety by pretending I know what I'm doing.

Indifference to my circumstances never meant I had any concrete goal or desires in this new life.

I was in all senses of the word, empty, just letting things coast along for a month while avoiding the actual weight of me being here and what I should be doing instead of eating raw potatoes and avoiding the Genji school for over a month.

Ignoring the whispers of my Zanpakuto

Pretending to be lost and goofing off

Wasting my time

But most of all

Never finding a goal in this new life

All of it weighs down on me, and Nobunaga knows this better then I do

She is my Zanpakuto and Oda Nobunaga at the same time

She is me and I am her in this new life

"Pick it up." Nobunaga says calmly to me while kicking a familiar sword to me. "If you don't have the drive to be in this world, then hand the reigns to me."

Her merciless gaze leaves little room for doubt.

"Now feel free to kill yourself, before I do it. I wouldn't even bother with this conversation if I didn't know how desperately you desire to feel your own pathetic self-importance by hearing me say it."

The stance of a true warlord, of someone who knows what they want.

"Die knowing you leave things to someone far more capable....faker."

Self assured, confident, cruel, beautiful, brilliant, and focused. Everything I wasn't, everything I wish I could be.

'I should just give up.....and let her take over......' A hollow feeling builds up in my stomach, compared to her I'm pathetic in comparison, a broken mirror, a fake just as she said.......But I want to be more. 'No....No.....I...I don't know what I want to do in this life.....but right now.....I want...I want to live and find out....I'm going to live my life like hers, I'm going to take what she is and make it something different....I'm going to make it mine!'

I breath, in and out, before answering her.

"No......I do have an ambition right now Nobu.....No....Oda Nobunaga! Right now I want to surpass you, and become a true demon king!" I declare to her fiercely, feeling something burning inside me about to break free. The fiery temple.....no...my inner world the burning temple, Honnoji reacts to my resolve. "I want to live......I want to be stronger.......more powerful then anyone.....I want to conquer......I....want.....to be noticed.....I want to be feared......I want power....I want everything!" I scream, tears leaving my eyes while Honnoji burns in a fiery sea of hellfire around us the flames devouring my wounds.

"So you can take your sword and shove it where the sun don't shine!" I take the sword and draw it, pointing it at her. "I'm going to have it all and more, I am going to become the demon king of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga!"

She eyes me calmly for a moment, before a feral Cheshire-like grin spread across her face and I see my own equally wide grin reflected in her burning blood red eyes.

"Wahahahahhaha, that's a good look on you, finally have the stomach to actually do something other than stand around." Nobunaga laughs, a sharp glimmer of something darker in her blood red eyes and then she throws away her matchlock in favor of a sword. "Good, then let's test that resolve of yours, have you truly reformed or will you die here! Come, earn my name and title, faker!"

And then my trial begins, sword meets sword.

True Title Reveal: Guda Guda Shinigami Act 2: Faker

 

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Guda Guda Shinigami: Act 3 - Demon vs. Demon! I Will Surpass You!!!

Inner World - Honnoji the Burning Temple

Oda Nobunaga, genius of the Warring States period, Fool of Owari, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, a narcissist with massive self-confidence. A person who played a huge role in ending the civil wars of the warring states and brought down the Muromachi shogunate.

In life Nobunaga attempted to conquer and unify all of Japan under the banner of the Oda clan, but in the end was betrayed and slain by her retainers.

As a servant her military-style clothes are something she prepared in accordance with her own tastes, furthermore due to her existence as a Servant she can summon and control 3000 matchlock rifles, this power is based on her famous three line formation.

Nobunaga is given a special skill as a privilege due to being a revolutionary of her time, a conceptual revolution that will subject the old with the new, a skill that makes her the natural enemy of the 'divine' and 'supernatural' suppressing the innate divinity of beings such as gods or the inherent spiritual power of super natural beings.

Above all else though, when Nobunaga activates her true power she becomes the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, a being that holds absolute power over the divine and supernatural. An unstable existence based on her legend that didn't truly exist in history.

This is Oda Nobunaga, the one before me who encapsulates all aspects of the Demon King of the Sixt Heaven

this is who I'm fighting.

Who I have to surpass.

And who has been kicking my ass for what's felt like years now.

The level between us is just that vast, even if we share the same instincts and body.

In fact if she desired it, she could have ended this fight at any point by calling upon her matchlocks or any other method at her disposal.

But all she did was dance and cut me with her sword, laughing the entire time, still as unbothered and self-assured as when we started.

"Hahahahaha Come now, surely this isn't all you have! Keep dancing Faker!" Despite her fame as a warlord and her being most known for her innovative use of ranged weapon tactics. Nobunaga was by no means a terrible swordsmen, far from it. No matter which angle I swung at, she would dodge it or parry it deftly, stabs, lunges, slashes, each one I aimed at her only earned me more cuts from her blade, her military attire flawless in comparison.

Our fight in the center of the burning temple, in Honnoji in my inner world continues, the both of us meeting blades again and again, my sword never reaching her.

"If you truly wish to surpass me, then come. Walk the path of the Demon King with me, let's burn together in the flames of Honnoji!"

"Dammit, we have the same body and skills....so why....why can't I hit you!?" I shout out frustrated at her while taking another lunge at her, combining the attack with my flash step, an attack which she deftly side steps while returning a deep cut on my back halting my advance while I clutch my back in pain.

"You probably think it is a difference in skill.....but it's far more simple......Drive and purpose. You have no goal or purpose outside you wants, you lack a reason to fight, to kill unlike me." She says calmly looking down at my, I can only grit my teeth at the edge in her words while she just circles me like a predator with the same casualness she started this fight with.

"Fuck....dammit.....you're just toying with me...even before you could have ended things if you really wanted to take my body! What do you really want Nobunaga!?"

"Fuhahahaha....Like I said, I want to test your resolve, show me that you can take everything that I am Faker, prove your worth!" She declares while aiming to decapitate me, while I narrowly avoid her swing, rolling left. "People only shine when they are determined to die, now fight with your life on the line or die trying, risk it all for the single moment to shine if you truly want everything, advance, stop fleeing!"

'I want that, I want to be strong like her. I want to become the Demon King......I want it all....' Even as the thought crosses my mind and I swing at her, she simply dodges by a hairs breath, before kicking me in the gut, winding me while sending me hurtling into Honnoji.

Hazy from the impact I begin trying reaching out to her, to my ideal.

"You burn for the sake of burning, tell me, why do you desire to walk my path? Once you can answer and bare your yourself fully to me, then and only will I permit you to become me!"

'What am I missing compared to her....why can't I be as strong as she is.....What does she mean.....my desire....my reason...?'

But my reach is far away, her form is illusive, graceful, in control, dominating, and yet she doesn't try to go for the kill despite everything. All she's done so far is simply counter attack me, waiting for something.

'No, I know why. She told me already, I'm a weak I spent my time being negligent and lazy, ignoring everything while happily pretending it was alright. I felt assured because of the power I had, never seeking more, because I felt invincible. I'm far away from that point......I settled for mediocrity....when I should have kept advancing....I'm not worthy of this sword....not yet....not until I surpass her.....why I want to surpass her....what I need to do...'

And then I see it, raising my bloody beaten head to look in the middle of the temple a broken and shattered Buddha statue sitting in the center of the temple with only two phrases engraved on its intact remains.

'No Regret'

The words burning an intense red, as if to burn their existence onto the very gods.

'Tenka Fubu'

'A life without regret, a nation under one sword...she lived to dominate...to gain power....to unify and....impose her change across her era...she never settled for being mediocre...that is reason I want to surpass her, why I want to live....why I selfishly want to take everything from her...so I can become the Demon King.......I know why I envy and admire her path, why I want to pursue this road....'

The world churns, the skies turn red, and something stirs, like I'm being born into something new and the burnt out ground of Honnoji react to my will.

"I want everything, I want power because I never want to be a nobody ever again.....I will impose my will on this world.....I will destroy....my own mediocrity.....and claim superiority above all my enemies......that's why I'll become the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, that's why I'll surpass you, Oda Nobunaga." I feel something dark resonate in the temple of Honnoji, something that responds to my will, hellfire consuming the temple grounds into a blazing inferno black skeletons bathed in a crimson aura rising up from the flames. "Spite, hatred, evil, good, kindness, I'll take everything."

"This is certainly.....a pleasant development. Faker....no, Demon King Nobunaga...." Nobunaga just gazes with a small amused smile, even as the flames of Honnoji threaten to consume her once more and sear her clothes and flesh, even as the world trembles. "That's right, all life must tremble before the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, until nothing remains but a scorched ear devoid of gods or Buddhas, yes burn our karma into our very soul Nobu!"

She feels different then before, far closer to one of her stronger forms.....almost like.....a nonexistent being in this world.....akin more to a Hollow then a Shinigami....yet I can't remember what exactly this form reminds me off before it's gone from my memory.

Either way I continue my pledge to her and myself now.

"To gain the power to live my life, all for my own amusement, for my freedom.....so that I'll never....become a slave to mediocrity ever again.....Yes.....I'll walk your path....the road of a Demon King......wherever it takes me.....whatever it takes...I'll destroy anyone who get's in the way of my amusement and freedom in this new life......Now come, Nobunaga I'll overcome you right here and now with......not as a hero....not as a villain......I'll live my life self-servingly.....for that end, Oda Nobunaga, I'll use everything that you are to impose my will on this world, I will rule over my fate, even if I have to drag the world kicking screaming!"

The flames consume us both, and I feel new. Newer then when I first woke up, and now filled with purpose the hellfire bathing both me and her into a single new being.

And then the flames recede, finding ourselves back at the same place where we started, the center of the temple, two Nobunaga's looking at each other, different but with the same flame of ambition burning inside them.

Honnoji burns along with the two, the hellfire staining the lands and sky red like blood. While the ground is littered with matchlocks and red flowers, the symbol of the Oda Clan, the Flowering Quince.

And towering black skeletons leak a malevolent blood red aura over the lands.

"This sword is trash, an unworthy vessel for our power....something I only settled for....." I mutter while melting down the Zanpakuto into molten slag. "The weapon of a Demon King.....I need one of those...."

And Nobunaga laughs at that, while clapping her hands.

"Wahahaha, good, never settle for the mediocre. I think you've more then earned my name....ahh...I'm almost tempted to perform the Atsumori....but I think we need to settle the matter of a fitting weapon.....Fuhahaha, your Zanpakuto will arrive soon...I've made...arrangements." She says lightly, all traces of her earlier seriousness gone as she reverts to her more standard look, every ounce of blood lust leaving her in favour of a more lax attitude. "Hmm Hmm, as expected of me! I Nobu, am the greatest and most marketable Wahaha, take that Souji you hack!"

"You......are a lot more of what I expected earlier.........I think I need a moment...to process this." I mutter confused by the sudden shift in her persona while she cheerfully admires herself while looking at me. "Wahaha, that was before, let the past be bygones....You have the potential to be a good Demon King now. As a reward I'll even teach you my methods of holding a tea ceremony Wahahaha, I haven't been this entertained since the monkey, now hold still and let me look at you longer, yes I think you more then earned my approval, umu."

Still this was a nice change of pace compared to before, though I still wonder how she'll get me a new sword.

Soul King's Palace

Ōetsu Nimaiya's City

*During the time Nobu was taken to her inner world by Nobunaga*

"Forge me craftsmen, craft a vessel worthy of a Demon King."

In all of his years since the day he forged the first Zanpakuto, Oetsu Nimaiya has never ran into such a conundrum.

"An Asauchi, demanding to be forged.....of it's own accord....shiiit....sure thing man...Is that what you thought I would say? Give me one good reason why I should even consider helping forge you, not everyday you here about a demon king you know~! Better yet I'll get the High Priest right no-"

When a pitch black Asauchi, when burning red cracks forming over it's body with long crimson hair, walked behind him and started talking to Nimaiya, he was already skeptical about the whole deal not to mention the ominous red fire-like Reiatsu leaking out of the thing. And to be fair, Oetsu never had any intention of crafting this Asauchi, planning to ignoring it's request regardless of how unique it was. Just going back to chilling with the rest of his swords and 'protecting' the Soul King, business as usual and all that shit, besides the vibe of this Asauchi was....wrong....it made his bones shiver, something he never thought he'd feel in thousands of years since become part of the royal guard.

"I understand, I suppose forging me, the strongest Zanpakuto, is outside your skil-"

"Woah woah woah, who the hell said that? No me, no way not me! My skill lacking? I didn't say all that now, follow me...." But fuck being cautious or wary when he is called out like that, Oetsu wasn't anything if not damn proud of his craft as the God of the Sword.

His bones still burned when he recalled the forging process, like a part of his body was naturally rejecting and was afraid of the Asauchi. Creepiest part for him was the forging himself, now Oetsu ain't no slouch no sir, but it felt....like he wasn't the one fully behind the steering wheel when he was forging the Asauchi....in fact the Asauchi itself took over most of it's own forging......it felt like Oetsu was only there to help forge it's shape.

By the end of it he was left feeling like his bones got burned inside and out.

A sword that was hot to the touch, hotter then anything Nimaiya had laid his hands on in his more then 2000 years of living sheathed calmly against the ground.

"Well.....I fucked up.......But damn if the sword doesn't look fine....pretty good work if I don't say so myself...." Oetsu mutters, almost tempted to call the sword perfect if it wasn't so damn ominous.

Needless to say Ichibe Hyosube was not pleased.

Soul King's Palace

Ichibē Hyōsube's City

*Later around the end of Nobunaga's clash with Nobu*

"What are you.....better yet what is your name....." Ichibe said while frowning, looking at the strange and dangerous problem Nimaiya dropped onto his lap.

Never in all his long years since he became a royal guard and started 'protecting' the Soul King has Hyosube been unable to identify the true name of something nor be unable to find the origin of an item.

The Zanpakuto was an anomly a dangerous one

Something that could threaten the Soul King, a fact proven as Ichibe glanced at his left hand. Burnt pitch black, as soon as his body was compelled to write the name of the Zanpakuto, yes the Zanpakuto was able to influence Ichibe, the most worrying part of this sword.

Ichimonji's tip becoming a fiery blood red as Ichibe wrote the sword's name down, and yet he has no idea what name the sword chose for itself and why, leaving Ichibe puzzled on how to destroy the object or seal it.

Yet before Ichibe could decide what he wanted to do, a sudden pressure focused onto the sword for a brief moment before the sword vanished completely as if it were never there.

"What do you intend by this.....Adnyeus...no, it's not for me to decide, everything is as the Soul King wishes....and for the sake of the 5 families wishes...." And buried the matter entirely after gazing at Greater Palace for a moment, before going about his business and getting ready to scold Oetsu.

Inner World - Honnoji the Burning Temple

"Seriously, get off!" I scream at the now clingy Nobunaga, completely annoyed by her at this point. "You're character is breaking here Nobunaga!?"

We also settled on what to call each other, I would be Nobu and she would be Nobunaga whenever we met here, though I really didn't have any plans on coming back.

"Uwahahahaha Come on Nobu~, we should have properly bonded after our intense clash...umu there is no secret between us now! You should be proud, winning my affection takes true talent Nobu, then again you are me now Wahahaha!" She said while clinging to me, which yay my waifu, but holy crap you were trying to kill me.

"Anyways, you're sword is here, the name of your Zanpakuto is Tenma hahaha, do you like it? I named it myself, ah and your bankai is named Tenma Kipposhi alright bye bye~! Chants in the instruction manual." and then I'm sent away. "Ah also no need to worry about hunger, I did that on purpose so that you would meet me faster from potato poisoning~!"

Wait wha-

2050 Years Prior to Canon - Soul Society - Future South Rukongai - Future18th District and Forest

"What the fuck, that was your fault!?" I shout looking around furiously before seeing a Zanpakuto on my lap, the ornate design a one for one of the Heshikiri Hasebe, the sword Nobunaga is summoned with as a Servant, my Zanpakuto.

"Well I better be of to the Genji school now.....Wahahaha....I am Oda Nobunaga, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven....Genji School, whoever is waiting for me there, get ready for me! Wahahaha!"

I laugh before flash stepping away towards the center of Soul Society towards the Genji School for real this time and truly start my journey here, and what fun I will have when I get there.

Inner World - Honnoji the Burning Temple

In the inner world of Nobu a tall dark figure appeared almost an instant before Nobu woke up, almost identical to the Asauchi Oetsu saw but in a human form now, her piercing gaze looking down at Nobunaga while she glares slightly at the figure.

The new figures ornate pitch black armor and crimson red cape flutters behind her while the hellfire of Honnoji burned around them.

"Fuhahaha, so you sent her off and told her a lie, Kipposhi, really....Fufu.....fuhahahaha? How distrusting of you myself, after all the trouble I went through going through going to that dull prison of a palace, preparing such a grand gift for our newest Demon King and getting that figurehead to turn his gaze away from us." She laughs a deeply approaching Nobunaga and gently, scarily so. "The world in it's entirety shall burn to ash, Tenma is our shikai and our bankai is......The path to-"

"Begone!" Nobunaga shouts banishing the specter back to her part of the Inner World before she can continue. "As I thought.....she wants to eat Nobu, it's a good thing I sent Nobu out....and it's not like she'll meet that version of us.....right?"


Arc 3 - End

Arc 4 - Genji and Demon!

 

[Tart]

Guda Guda Shinigami - Act 4 - Genji and Demon, Clash of Lightning and Fire

2050 Years Before Canon - Soul Society - Seireitei - Genji School (Future Shin'o Academy)

Chōjirō Sasakibe, future lieutenent of Squad 1, if you were to tell me if I thought he was strong before, I would have laughed and said hell no. Reasonably speaking, as powerful as his resume looks on paper he still got no diffed by Ichigo (plot armor) Kurosaki in less then a second during the Soul Society Arc. So using that train of thought, he naturally couldn't be that strong in the past right?

"Just fucking fall already damn you! How the hell did you figure out how to fucking fly on the spot!? That was supposed to be my special thing!!!!" I shout out absolutely fucking pissed out of my mind.

Chojiro himself zipping across the air like a bolt of lightning with his rapier, trying to get enough to me to make my matchlocks useless, and trapping me simultaneously with his Bankai's ability to manipulate the weather and his tall pillars of lightning, effectively keeping my ability to move hindered.

So that previous thought I had about Chojiro being weak? Yeah, that can go straight to hell, the man is a monster. Even if I did make him use Bankai, he still effortlessly managed to dodge, parry and block around 30 different matchlock beams while on the ground earlier with just his Shikai, each one I might add aiming at him from different angles.

"Hold still damn you, I can't shoot you if you keep moving!" I say feeling a vein pulse on my temple. "I got you!"

My matchlocks manage to get an angle on Chojiro, several beams instantly about to hit him only for him to calmly swing his Zanpakuto and manipulate his lighting pillars to intercept my shots for the umpteenth time since this fight has started. While stepping on said pillars to maneuver around me and try to impale me from behind, his rapier meeting my sword in return, while I quickly use my matchlocks to shake him off of me.

The battle itself is no doubt a spectacle for the audience below us, Chōjirō jumping around and making use of his Bankai's ability to manipulate lightning to keep me pinned in one area, while striking at me to keep me from escaping his little trap with his rapier. Moving his lightning pillars to obscure my view and deny me a clear shot at him, summoning another one if I do manage to destroy one, and whittling down my effectiveness by keeping me on the defensive.

From our engagement so far, I have the advantage in terms of fire power and mobility. But Chojiro is the better swordsmen, and the sheer versatility of how he adapts and uses his Zanpakuto's Bankai puts me on the defensive in this air battle.

Oh? How is he flying you ask? Well in Chōjirō's case.

By using his Bankai as a trampoline of course, because apparently he is able to touch and push off those fucking lighting pillars I keep mentioning, I'm pretty sure it's through using his spiritual energy on his feet. The only saving grace for me is that I have better maneuverability in the air and that the battle is happening in the air to begin with. But like I said earlier, he's rocking my shit in by keeping me pinned in place with his lightning and his non stop stabbing attempts at different angles.

Admittedly I'd be pretty damned impressed if I weren't the one in question getting bogged down by this.

Something I might add, he came up with on the spot because of course he did, and he also knows how to coat himself with lightning infusion to make himself faster, like a Shinigami Raikage or something, which makes him even harder to hit. Because of course he fucking can, fuck you Ichigo, why couldn't I have fought the sandbagger version of Chōjirō from the future instead of this annoying piece of sh-!?

"An opening!" Chōjirō says stoically.

While fucking impaling me right in between my ribs and hitting my lungs while coated in lighting. Followed by frying me from the inside out with his lightning infusion which nearly knocks me out of the air.

How am I flying you ask? Well my Shikai of course! It let's me summon upto 3000 matchlocks, that I can manipulate to my will and fly with! Why haven't I used all 3000 of them? Because I'm not trying to kill Chojiro despite how pissed this fight is making me so far. Anyways as I begin to steady myself in the air I clutch my wound, feeling the other neat effect of my Zanpakuto kick in.

"NOBWAHH!!......You sly dog!? You got me while I was fucking monologuing!" I retort back comically while coughing out blood."You're asking for it now, prepare yourself Chojiro Sasakibe!"

This was followed by a short barrage of gunfire which surprising nobody, he dodges because of course he can react to fucking bullets! While I let my Zanpakuto immolate the damage after a bit of a scary delay, yes destroy, not heal but Chojiro doesn't need to know that.

"I am Oda Nobunaga, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven...." I say darkly starting to feel annoyed. "Chojiro Sasakibe get ready to feel my full wrath......yes, my Three Line For-"

And then I hear a thunderclap, my world spinning in an instant before I can even finish my sentence.

"I don't care, Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū: Kami no Kaminari." Chojiro says cooly from behind my body lightning trailing behind him. "You won't be doing much without a head, Nobunaga."

Sheathing his Zanpakuto and doing a cool ass landing, while my body lands unceremoniously behind him and my head.....Hmm? Chottomatte......if that's my body I'm seeing.....then that means......and that's when my head thuds on the ground.....that hurt.....this....this motherfucker.....HE CUT MY HEAD OFF WHILE I WAS SAYING MY COOL ATTACK LINE!!! I'm so fucking pissed, he's so annoying, dammit it hurts....I won't forgive this grudge! Damn you, damn you, damn you!

But damn that attack was pretty damn cool even if it hurts to admit it.

Well to be fair, I am holding back against him by only using my Shikai at it's bare minimum amount of fire power at 30 matchlocks, and like I said I'm not really trying to kill him, but getting stabbed and impaled still hurts even if I can get rid of my wounds!!!

Ah, speaking of my Shikai, it works similar to Archer Nobu's noble phantasm, I can control 3000 matchlocks and fly on them, pretty easy to control too, I just have to think about what I want to shoot and where I want to shoot from. Then snap, they fire at the target, I can even choose whether to shoot a beam or bullet, which is fun, on the basis I hit the target, fuck you Chojiro....ahem moving on. Flying is pretty much the same, I just will it, balance however was a whole different ball game at first, but I got the hang of it mostly.

Fun fact, as you probably have noticed, I can get rid of my wounds or any damage I take, see I have these cool flames that immolate any damage or wounds I take and turn them into Spiritual power that makes me stronger, think it's based on the Avenger skill in fate but I'm not too sure, but it's effectively cheats right?

Wrong, while yes it means I won't outright die to lethal attacks, and yes I won't take any real damage in most fights. The ability immolates my body to activate, and if it wasn't enough that the immolation itself hurts like hell, I also end up feeling the pain of said wound or damage ten times over before it heals, which can vary depending the level of damage I take. Which I unfortunately just found out earlier when Chojiro impaled my fucking lungs. Kinda scares me, cause I don't really know how much damage I can handle before I just die and don't come back....anyways moving on from that thought.

My Shika even comes with a cool military outfit, just like the real Archer Nobu, not sure if that means I can dress up in her other outfits like Summer or Kaiser Nobu, but just regular Nobu is cool! Haven't really gotten to test out everything in the 3 days since I got it, plus I never really expected to get into a high intensity fight, all I wanted to do was just come and see the Genji school.

Ah, speaking of Chojiro.....

Yeah I'm pissed still

Fuck it we ball

"Okay....fuck this lightning, fuck holding back, and fuck you Sasakibe! Tenma!" I say absolutely livid. "I hope you're ready, because now I'm hitting you with everything, don't regret it now!"

My body quickly gets back up from the ground and zooms past a shocked Chojiro, grabbing my head and reconnecting it with a gross sounding snap followed by sizzling flames immolating the damage, and it hurts just as bad as it sounds.

And then my number of matchlocks increase from 30 to 3000, a hail of red beams destroying most if not all the lingering pillars around us at once, Chojiro managing to quickly evade most of the beams with ease, or straight up parrying a beam with his Zanpakuto, holy fuck how do you even parry a beam!?

What does hit however seems to do a lot of damage to him however, interesting, maybe an effect of my Zanpakuto's trait? I'll think about it later, right now I just want to crush him.

"Tsk, to think.....I have to go all out against someone like you!" I say, less upset at the idea then I let on. "Get ready to experience the unbridled wrath.....of Oda fucking Nobunaga.......Burn this power into your eyes Sasakibe......The Demon King's Three Line Formation!"

All 3000 matchlocks line up behind me aimed at Chojiro, and to be fair, I said that more to sound cool then with any real intent to kill him, kind of. I'm still a little lot absolutely salty about getting my head cut off still, eh I'll get over it, at least it was done in a cool way.

"Fufu.....fuhahahahaha, you know what? You're pretty cool afterall Chojiro Sasakibe, maybe if you survive this I'll make you my retainer, wahahahahaha, now die." I declare coldly.

Then all at once 3000 concentrated beams and bullets from my matchlocks start shooting at him, each one firing with the intent to defeat him, even if it means killing him to do it. Like a shower of red shooting stars all hitting the same area in a concentrated burst.

"I refuse, I have already sworn my life to one person and one person alone. Bankai! Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū If you want to take my life, then come and try it!" Chojiro says out of breath, with various damage from the earlier beams catching him off guard and doing quite a bit of damage to him. "Even if am to be defeated and killed, I'll ensure you will not harm the Genji School while Genryusai-dono is away, as his right hand man, I will hold you off as long as I can until he arrives, Bankai, Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū!"

And then he manipulates his pillars with his rapier, directing them to meet my hail of beams and gunfire, both attacks clashing evenly for a moment before my blasts shoot his last known location, the dust settling to reveal Chojiro's figure has disappeared. Suddenly I feel his killing intent behind me, snapping around while drawing my blade and clashing with his rapier.

"Hahahaha, then try your best to entertain me until your boss arrives~!" I laugh, feeling a part of myself get amused by his resolve to die.

I manipulate several matchlocks, several stocks hitting Chojiro away from me, and breaking the sword on sword clash.

Chojiro recovers immediately, pulling some anime logic out of his ass and figuring he can manipulate his lightning like my matchlocks and ride it to fly towards me, the sick freak. Either way, I will my matchlocks surround us already getting ready to unleash another barrage against him while lightning crackles around him and his rapier.

"I must praise you. Keep amusing me with your creativity Chojiro!" I declare feeling joy at being able to use my full power. "Don't die so soon, not after I finally have the opportunity to use my Shikai to the fullest, wahahaha!

"I don't intend to, I'll meet your power with everything I have Nobunaga!" He replies back, and I can see the faintest hint of a smile on his face. "I'll overcome you and hone myself further."

I might have gotten a little too caught up in the pace of this fight at this point

Ah, but you're probably wondering how this fight even started

Well you see it totally wasn't my fault but...

Soul Society - Seireitei - Genji School (Future Shin'o Academy)

*Flashback to several hours ago....*

Over the course of the three days I became more acquainted with my Shikai and Bankai abilities, the test themselves were nice, but flying around on a pair of guns took a lot of work. I crashed no less then 15 times before I got the balance right, thankfully by the second day I figured out the whole flying thing, and now I am pretty good at the whole flying thing.

"Wow, so this is the Seireitei......Looks basically the same minus some walls and a lot of the Gotei buildings....and it's more underdeveloped outside the main cliffy part........Now where is that Genji school....." I mutter while standing on top of a matchlock, observing the Seireitei from above. "Hmmmmmm, umu screw it I'll just walk around and ask until I find it."

As for my Bankai well, it was a surprise to say for sure, Tenma Kipposhi basically turned my sword into a gatling matchlock bayonet thing, it was pretty fun to use, but the recoil hits hard. Overall I can say I grasped some of the basics of how to use my Zanpakuto but I still need a lot more practice before it's fully combat ready, same with the Shikai.

You can only learn so much from practicing 3 days by yourself afterll, but that was expected.

Though this shouldn't be an issue since I have no plans of getting into any fights right now, in fact I'm hoping to make a good impression on the Genji School, no need to make enemies for no reason even if I'm a Demon King wahaha. Maybe I could even get some pointers or lessons done, I'm admittedly only a decent swordsmen even with Nobunaga's help.

Anyways, the walk to the Seireitei's outer city was nice, but it is a lot more destitute outside the center of the city, the whole gated area where the Shinigami were gonna be in the future? Yeah that place doesn't exist, like at all, which definately isn't worrying me one bit, yep totally, umu. What replaces the future Shinigami division bases is just a mix between old destitute looking Japanese buildings or semi-decent looking destitute Japanese buildings outside the noble looking buildings as far as I can tell.

Which means I stand out, a lot.

"Excuse me sir, do you happen to know where the Genji School is by any ch-" I begin to ask a gruff looking stranger while approaching him with my most friendly smile. I even checked it this time in reflection of my sword on my three day trip here, so I know it wasn't my bad Nobu vibes smile.

"Ahhhhhh please don't hurt meeeeeeeee!" But he still ends up screaming while running away, this is the sixth person who's done this today. "Wait I just want to ask for......and he's gone....."

It would only be much later that I would learn that I was most likely confused with one of the people from a lesser or mid-tier noble house, what with my military uniform and Zanpakuto hanging off my waist. A group of people most residents in the Seireitei and other districts would avoid like the plague if ever encountered because of numerous unsavory rumors about nobles houses, prominent families like the Tsunayashiro noble house.

To be fair, at this point wearing the military uniform that my Shikai gave me became something like a second skin for me, it was comfortable, sleek, dominant, cool, and most of all, it looked super adorable on me. Can you really blame me? As for the Zanpakuto on my waist, well that just had to stay, it was a part of me, plus Nobunaga (Zanpakuto Spirit) would be pout at me if I tried to hide her.

And mayyyybeeee there was the tiny small factor that I didn't have as good of a handle of my spiritual pressure as I thought......Teehee my bad...

I digress, so yeah. Being nice didn't help so I had to result to more.....forceful and persuasive means available to me.

"Oi, if in the next three seconds the only thing I hear is screaming or begging instead of where the Genji School is, I will make you regret being born a man." I kindly persuade Stranger number 7 while, gently showing off my Zanpakuto's sharpness to him, needless to say he was crying tears of joy. "3....2......"

"N-n-north! It's directly north from here, you can't miss it! It's where a bunch of nobles gather everyday! I-it's the dojo surrounded by water! Please don't hurt me!" Ahem, and needless to say he was just delighted to help me, he even did a funny dance to show his appreciation and passed out with gratitude from helping me.

"Thank you for the information, farewell! May this be the day you pass on to you descendants, as the day you gave Oda Nobunaga directions, wahahaha!" Anyways, I left him on the ground slumped by some buildings at a weird angle, but I'm sure he'll be fine.

Any who, I started flash stepping over North to the Genji School to avoid causing a stir, it's crazy how convenient this techniques is, heck I can even apply it to my matchlocks....though using it with them is ill advised without more practice.

The place was easy enough to spot, a nice big Zen garden, freshly trimmed grass, a tiny moat, a red japanese style bridge, and all together it looked like a dojo. The amount of Shinigami inside huddling together and trembling for some reason checked out too, and helped me confirm this was probably the Genji School.

It was all in all, a really nice and peaceful place considering how destitute everything else around the area was. Honestly if I could retire or just wanted a place to relax and drink tea, I'd probably choose here, in a way I'm glad I decided to come here.

Again, as I said before, I may have not realized how my rampant spiritual pressure would be perceived by the Shinigami already in the Seireitei. In fact, it was a miracle I hadn't run into anyone at all for the entire time I was already here and moving around. So naturally the expected reaction of me flash stepping rapidly with my spiritual pressure out towards the Genji School may have been.....

Misinterpreted, and my reaction may not have been the best response.

I definitely did not try to look cool and nail my entrance....and possibly muddle up the situation further...

"Identify yourself, why have you come here intruder!" A young voice said as I was about to reach the gate of the Genji School, a hand on the hilt of his Zanpakuto while he himself stood on guard alert and wary at my approach.

So naturally I did the reasonable thing and logical thing anybody would do when given a perfectly good opportunity to say something cool.

"Wahahaha, yorokobe Shinigami, you have the honor of meeting me. Oda Nobunaga, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven!" I declared without biting my tongue, practicing for a moment like this for the last three days. "And I have come for the Genji School's most powerful Shinigami! Now states your name or remain nameless, whether you regret not telling me has nothing to do with me, fuhahahaha!"

I introduced myself in a really cool way while posing, told him I wanted to meet the most powerful Shinigami here, and asked him for his name while telling him I wasn't bothered if he didn't tell me it, simple right? Well he just stood there frozen for a second before getting this really serious look in his eyes and drawing his Zanpakuto all of a sudden....oi oi oi wait a minute....hey Chottomatte you don't plan on...!?

"I am Chōjirō Sasakibe, right hand man of Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto-dono and a Shinigami of the Genji school." He declared while aiming a strong killing intent my way. "As I live and breath, you will not be allowed to approach and try to harm the Genji School or Genryusai-dono, prepare yourself you so-called Demon King! Pierce! Gonryōmaru!"

"Wait, you're Chojiro!? What the fuck!?" I spit take Koha ACE Nobu style absolutely befuddled by the absolute bishounen faced future lieutenant of Squad 1, unable to correct the misunderstanding in time. "Chottomatte!? What do you mean harm the Genji school? Hold up, more importantly did you just call ME a self proclaimed Demon Ki-Woah!?"

Then Chojiro straight up rushes at me, flash stepping mere feet away from me, Shikai out and aiming to stab me like he does to Ichigo in the anime in the far future. So naturally this is where I make my first mistake, see this Chojiro isn't going to sandbag for me like he does for Ichigo in the future. This changes things, so when I redirect his strike and aim to knock him out by hitting his chin while his stab is over reaching, he dodges by tilting his body back sharply, readjusting himself at the same time and slashing me across the chest with his rapier.

"Ow ow ow! That hurt you son of a......Wait you dodged that!?" I protest at him while clutching my quickly immolating wound, looking at him like he can't be a real person right now. "How is that possible!?"

"Only a fool rushes in without expecting a counterattack, I don't know why you expected such a simple attack to work." He answers back simply, like it was obvious while flinging my blood of his rapier, staring at my woundless body even more warily now after seeing my immolation trick.....

To be fair to him, his words make sense, it is an absolutely logical thing to do to avoid getting hit and all, but....

You fucking did that exact fucking thing to Ichigo in the future!? What the plot armor!? Did he really let his strength drop that much in the future!? Dammit that actually kinda pisses me off more then it should.

"If this is all you can do I suggest you leave, you're wasting your time here with this level of strength.." He say to me while looking at me calmly like he is trying to give me advice with a look that says he's figured me out, which grinds my gears. even further. "You won't be able to match Genryusai-dono with just this much, I'm sorry that I overreacted to your spri-."

Now the logical part of my brain, it realizes that Chojiro is under the impression that I came here to fight for some reason. Which I would later find out is the previously explained reason of my Spiritual Pressure much much later.

But the prideful part of me, the narcissistic Nobu inside me?

It's says.

"Oh you fucking bitch, it's on now........The world in it's entirety shall burn to ash, Tenma!" I say a little more agressively while activating my Shikai. "Don't think I'll let you off easy for this contempt Chojiro Sasakibe, prepare yourself!"

A red pool of Spiritual Energy gathers around my feet while I plant my drawn Zanpakuto on the ground, my body slowly floating up above the buildings while 30 matchlocks float up alongside me in formation. I hold back from using all 3000 of my matchlocks in this fight to avoid making more of a mess of this situation then I need to right now.

Not like I would get incensed and go overboard later, right?

"What are those weapons?" He seems lost while staring at me floating above him from above. "No, it doesn't matter.......You're intent is clear, in that case I will respond in kind."

At that I rain fire at him from afar, I can tell he had no experience against guns or projectile based weapons like the ones I was using on him, even so. He still managed to dodge block or even straight up parry my red beams with his Shikai alone, and following up by running up some building to lunge at me, which I dodge by rapidly ascending even higher.

"Ranged attacks, and that mobility.....I won't be able to hit you.....not with my Shikai." He states quickly, unnerving me with how he seems to instantly note my attacks down. "Your attacks are near instant, and can range from energy to solid projectiles......without seeming to waste or use much of your spiritual energy...or is your pool just that large..."

"Hmph, well if you understand that much, then just give up already so I can go about my business with the Genji School." I begin to say while crossing my arms. "To begin with, my actual goal was to m-"

An action he interrupts by bringing his rapier in front of himself and closing his eyes.

"I know what your goal is, I won't allow you to harm the Genji School. I'll stop you right here, Oda Nobunaga!" He says while gazing at his sword and hestitating for a moment before his eyes sharpen. "Bankai, Kōkō Gonryō Rikyū!"

A smarter part of me at this point wanted to just end the misunderstanding here, but another reckless part of me really wanted to just break loose and just test out my Zanpakuto a bit more and enjoy the experience of using it. I ended up listening to my reckless side, aiming my matchlocks at him and taking aim.

"Fine, have it you way then. Don't cry to me if you end up regretting your choice Sasakibe, come at me!" I declare while shooting at him.

"I'll never regret fighting for the Genji School and Genryusai-dono! I'm going to defeat you, Nobunaga!" Chojiro counter, his rapier manipulating the weather to surround me with lightning and charging at me.

I swear I see him send a hell butterfly or something away but I'm more focused with fighting him at the moment to worry about. Lightning sword, matchlock, and rapier colliding.

Which brings us to now.

*End of Flashback*

Craters and other manner of damages surround the Genji School, yet funny enough not even the Genij's school's gate has been touched by the clash between me and Chojiro. The soul reaper himself wheezing while laying in a crater looking beat up and bloodied.

Chojiro put one hell of a fight up, but there was only so many tricks he could pull when under constant and overwhelming fire. Each one of matchlocks hitting him from multiple angles of attack. Each one, as I figured out during the fight doing more damage to him then normal attacks would. Most likely due to the anti-supernatural trait of my abilities effecting him and in turn meaning my ability would effect all other Shinigami's as well, an interesting bit of information to know moving forward.


"You made me work for it, but I still win in the end Chojiro Sasakibe." I say while wiping some sweat off my forehead, my military uniform torn and fixing itself slowly in places. "No matter the enemy, they are no match for me in the end hahahaha."

I boast while laughing confidently to him, my actions seeming to a cause a stir in the Shinigami below me.

"No, I bought enough time. He will be enough to stop you." He wheezes out, looking close to passing out. "You won't destroy the Genji School, Demon King."

I feel a smirk creep along at his words, and laugh in response.

"It doesn't matter who you bring along, I'll still knock them down Chojiro. But thanks for finally calling me a Demon King wahahaha!" I laught. "Besides, that's what I've been trying to tell you dummy, I'm not here to fight or destroy the Genji school, I just came to learn a few things and maybe join."

There's a pregnant pause as the words take a moment to register for Chojiro.

"Y-you mean....but your words....then......haah....You have my apologies then.....for what's about to happen...." He says before passing out in front of me.

"Apologies for what? Oi, don't pass out on such a cryptic note Cho-" I begin to say while shaking his passed out body.

Then I feel an intense gaze, and a smoldering heat coming from behind me. Something ancient and old watching my every moment, making me freeze. A presence with the same intensity as Nobunaga when she confronted me three days ago.

"Chojiro, you did well to hold on for as long as you did." The familiar but younger voice says calmly from behind me, while the spiritual pressure around me increases. "Leave the rest to me now."

"Wait hold on, there's been a misunderstanding here!" I begin to say realizing the amount of bullshit Chojiro had just dropped on my lap before he passed out. "I'm not here to f-"

My words unfortunately don't get to finish when the intense wind oh his spiritual energy cuts me off, which means only one thing from the episodes of Bleach I watched. Especially as this is supposed to be an more ruthless period of his life, with even the Quincy King seeing this version of him as a threat.

The Founder of the Gotei

The Strongest Shinigami

The Oldest Flame

The Captain-Commander

"So long as I am here, it is enough." Said Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, while drawing his Zanpakuto. "All things in the universe, turn to ashes Ryūjin Jakka."

"Oh fuck right off." I say while cursing Chojiro in my head.

And then Yamamoto swings his sword, the only thing I can see is a vast ocean of fire. Enough to rival or even surpass my inner world of Honnoji.

The clash against the strongest in Soul Society began with a bang.


-End of Act 4-

 

[Tart]

Guda Guda Shinigami - Act 5: The Strongest: Demon King Vs. Flame Demon!

2050 Years Before the Main Story - Soul Society - Seireitei - Genji School

In the future Napoleon once said, the battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies. Nobody embodied this statement more then Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the future Captain-Commander or Head Captain of the Gotei 13. A man who brought peace to the Soul Society by becoming a demon, a ruthless killer, who didn't hesitate to sacrifice subordinates in the name of peace.

A man who in a certain way was like Oda Nobunaga herself, because without the destruction Yamamoto's hellfire wrought, there would be no creation. No Gotei 13, no peace, just a constant strife between Soul Reapers. He is a man who centralized power, and sacrificed others for the sake of his goals with no hesitation. Bringing an end to thousands of years of warring Shinigami warlords, while unifying the worst murderers and criminals of Soul Society to become the First Gotei 13, the strongest iteration of them all.

The Shinigami who was called a Demon. The Shinigami who would defeat the King of all Quincy at the start of the Thousand Year Blood War. A man that required specific plans to defeat, whether that be exhausting him, sealing him, nullifying his flames, or even stealing his Zanpakuto all together.

A beast that learned what it truly meant to protect and cherish everything around him. Even if it meant smothering the Demon that burned Soul Society forever.

Undisputedly, he is the strongest pure Shinigami to exist. Perhaps there others beings who are stronger. However none can claim to be a pure Shinigami, not fully.

A cruel Demon. A gentle person. A cruel Warlord. A wise Teacher.

That is the essence of this Shinigami, that is who Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto is and what he will be in the future. A revolutionary figure to be held in the same respect to the Demon King Oda Nobunaga. A relentless being of order, willing to use any means to achieve his goals. Even at the expense of the lives of his subordinates and others.

That is who he is meant to be.

But right now? I couldn't give a shit about all of that.

That was fucking insane. He almost killed me! My mind rapidly processes that thought. Coming back from near oblivion and actually dying for a moment, immolating the damage from just my remaining hand.

..................

"Fuck. That. Hurt...." I said feeling my body slowly reforming from near fucking oblivion. "So I can come back from just a hand....neat...fucking hurts like hell though....I can still feel the heat...."

Getting up I can see around me that aside from the Genji School, Yamamoto's casual attack from his sword destroyed everything around us. Leaving the ground scorched black and barren from the flames of his sword. It didn't look like anyone else was in the area when he made that attack, but I wouldn't be able to tell with how absolute the destruction was.

Looking around. I can see Chojiro was laying slumped against the Genji School gate, which left the question. Where the hell was Yamam-

(Idiot! fly the fuck up now!) Nobunaga's voice echoed in my mind instantly.

I don't doubt Nobunaga's words for a moment. Quickly summoning a matchlock and rapidly flying in the air, just in time to miss another huge wave of flames barely brushing by me. The attack nearly sending me into oblivion again. The flames instantly retreat to a figure standing a short distance right behind where I was moment prior. Easily recognizable despite being younger and not having his iconic Captain's coat yet.

"So what you possess isn't some form regeneration. That explains why you are still alive even after taking Ryujin Jakka's flame." Yamafuckingmoto says. "Will you still remain unharmed if I keep scorching your body young lady?"

He doesn't move, standing his ground while holding his Zanpakuto. A silent message. More then likely giving me an out, because I didn't kill Chojiro and even helped Chojiro improve to a degree from our battle earlier.

"Fuck." Because even I don't know if I can recover from that. (Trust me, you don't want to find out what happens.)

Great, so there's a pretty good chance he's strong enough to actually put me down if we fought. Just what did I do to deserve this? It's not like I came to his front yard and just started kicking dirt everywhere! OK maybe, just maybe. I had this coming, for being a shit disturber and maybe for not trying to be a rational human being.

(This is not the time Nobu! This man, no this being. Is the most dangerous kind of opponent for us. He's a man who knows himself and his enemy well. His first attack earlier didn't just destroy your body, look around us.)

Nobunaga was right. All around me I could see the scattered and burned remains of my Shikai. While in the air, matchlocks were floating unsteadily. A grim picture. But all I can do right now is recenter my gaze on Yamamoto. The Shinigami standing perfectly still. His gaze meeting mine calmly, and all I can see in his eyes, is pure unwavering focus reflected back at me. The weight of a thousand years of battle, of the constant march forward. That gaze is enough to make me shiver internally and physically.

"Just try and destroy me then old man! I'll drown you in a hail of gunfire..." I lock in. Focusing on my enemy. "Oda Nobunaga! That's my name. !he person who will become Demon King of the Sixth Heaven!"

(Oi! this is where you need to fall back and regroup Nobu! Do you honestly think you can beat him? With only 3 days of practice using your Shikai and no combat experience to speak of?)

Absolutely not. Is my first thought. I don't have any doubts about my opponents strength. Nor my chances.

But deep inside. I want to see how I match up to the strongest of this era. I want to give my everything and fight this man right now. A burning desire to see what this man is capable of with my own eyes.

If I run. If I retreat. I know I'll never be able to forgive myself. For not scratching this question in my mind. What does it take to be the strongest?

I want this, no.....I need this!

Besides. I never run into a fight expecting to lose! (Maybe I should have told her the real name of our.....) Nobunaga mutters absentmindedly in my head.

But I don't pay attention to her anymore.

My broken matchlocks reform around me. The damaged matchlocks repair themselves. All my guns taking aim at the enemy in front of me. While my military uniform begins fixing itself. My gaze meeting Yamamoto's. No more goofing off. No distractions. My everything will be given in this fight.

"So, you've made your choice then......very well." Yamamoto says, the flames of his Zanpakuto creating an arena like circle around us approaching while a halo of fire follows behind him. "My name is Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto. Founder of the Genji School."

GRAND BATTLE: Oda Nobunaga vs. Genryusai Yamamoto

"The introductions are done....then I'll declare this battle between us! Let it be burned into the minds of the Seireitei!" I shout. "I'll burn my existence into your very eyes and mind, Yamamoto!"

Yamamoto's flames sweep towards me instantly, drowning my field of view. But this time I'm ready. Meeting his sword blow for blow using my Shikai's full power. Massive blood red beams clashing with the flames of Ryujin Jakka. The surroundings around us forgotten. Words no longer needed between us in this battle.

Three Line Formation Vs. Ryujin Jakka. Firepower Vs. Firepower. Gun meets Sword.

Yamamoto propels himself forward past my barrage of gunfire with a burst of flame. Ryujin Jakka creating a line of blazing flames behind him. Incinerating matchlocks on his war towards me.

I meet his charge head on. My feet sliding back and almost colliding with a wall of fire behind me. Matchlocks reforming and shooting at Yamamoto instantly. A barrage of attacks he effortlessly gets rid of. Creating a vortex of flame around us with Ryujin Jakka. The heat of the attack incinerates the flesh off my body for a brief moment, pain flaring into my brain. But I ignore it.

Quickly creating distance and flying into the air on two matchlocks. Sheathing my sword and grabbing two more matchlocks that reform around me. Doing spin in the air and raining bullets down on Yamamoto. A combined line of fire from the matchlocks I'm standing on, the ones in my hand, and the matchlocks that are around us again.

He promptly incinerates the projectiles with a wave of his Zanpakuto. His sword shooting out the destructive wave of flame towards me in a counter attack once my projectiles are destroyed. I use my sword to split his attack around me in an arc. The intensity of the flames nearly setting my uniform on fire. While leaving an obscuring smoke. Clouding my vision.

In the split instant the smoke clears, Yamamoto is already in front of me. Bathed in the fires of his Zanpakuto. Sword raised and already slashing down at me,. Forcing me to take this strike head on with no time to brace myself.

Our swords clash is furious and chaotic. Both of us flying in the air now. With the help of our Zanpakuto in some form. Each strike from Yamamoto's sword pushing me back with each exchange. My matchlocks shooting at him frantically. While the old bastard charges straight through the gunfire from my matchlocks. Still coated in flames and incinerating my beams and bullets on contact with his fire. Projectiles useless regardless of where I shoot at him from.

Each sword strike from him sends aches inside my arms and bones. The feeling akin to getting carrying weights, but so much worse. Gritting my teeth and glaring at Yamamoto in resentment is the only response I can muster aside from blocking him.

At this rate I'll have to use Bankai against him.....dammit! I can't hurt him at all thanks to those damn flames of his. Think Nobu, think!......Wait, that might work....

Like a lightbulb I get a reckless idea. Willing a matchlock into my free hand while getting flung back by one of his sword strikes. Catching my balance, before charging at him in the air. Gritting my teeth while forcing myself to meet his heavy sword strikes without flinching. The impact alone makes my bones creak. But I endure the pain, shoving my matchlock past the fires cloaking his body. The barrel of the gun touching his body.

I can see his eyes widen a fraction, but it's too late. My finger pulls the trigger and my gun begins firing at him rapidly.

Only a single beam grazes Yamamoto's side. The old man shifting his body at the last possible second. Incinerating the matchlock and my arm completely in the process. I fly backwards swiftly retreating and pull back in case Yamamoto wants to counterattack me. However he just stands there and inspects the wound on his side, creating a momentary lull in the battle.

"Those are not normal attacks. This injury. Is more then just a physical wound." Yamamoto says, taking a look away from his injured side. His gaze at me, sends another a shiver down my spine. "Your attacks, these beams, and these solid projectiles. The damage is both spiritual and physical in nature. I have taken many wounds in my life. But none have been able to damage both the body and soul. Nor effect Reiryoku and Reishi passively like your Zanpakuto appears to be doing."

His observation sent a shiver down my spine but his following observation horrified me.

"Since the moment your Zanpakuto has been active. The Reishi around us, and Reiryoku inside of my body have been greatly suppressed. But it's also being absorbed little. But where does that absorbed energy go? There is one likely answer. Energy does not disappear. Your body stores all of it."

His gaze could freeze ice right now.

"This is how you undo the damage to your body. The process also increases your stores of Reiryoku with each activation. There is no doubt in my mind. These effects are all related to your Zanpakuto's abilities. I can see now, why Chojiro was defeated by you so easily."

"However. No matter how strong or unbeatable your Zanpakuto appears to be. With only this level of skill, behind it's wielder. You will never be able defeat me." He continued. Ryujin Jakka's blade blazing as Yamamoto prepared another strike. "Because that's all you have. Pure power. Everything else is lacking."

"Your movements, your posture, your swordsmanship and your angles of attack. All of it is shallow. You rely heavily on your Zanpakuto's ability to overwhelm your opponents. You lack true mastery over it's basic Shikai abilities. Let alone Bankai. A power given to you too soon. Combined with your lack of knowledge. You do not possess enough experience in the Shinigami arts. A battle between Shinigami is more then just two Zanpakuto meeting each other. Your Hohō, Hakuda and Zanjutsu. All barely adequate at best. That is why you will lose, child."

"Impressive old man. But don't think a few observations dictate the result of this battle! Just because you're right! Doesn't mean you're correct!" I say while gritting my teeth, bluffing for the most part. "I know your capabilities well enough now too! Enough to smother your flames with my weapons."

In the span of a few moments he managed to figure me out, fuck my life. I thought, contrary to my words. Beginning to start feeling sweat trickle down my back from the heat and nerves. Just knowing about his moves on a screen means nothing if I can't realistically stop him.....fuck! I really don't want to use Bankai, it's way to stu-

I never get to finish the thought. Yamamoto is in front of me in a instant. His sword leaving a flaming trail that slices through my body, nearly incinerating my bisected body. Immediately I react. My hand snapping out and grabbing a matchlock in time to fly to safety.

Letting my body fully reform from his sudden attack. While using my hand to start gesturing a wave of matchlocks at Yamamoto. Firing at all angles to obscure his vision. The old man, blazes through it all. A tsunami of fire against my wave of gunfire, my body reforms fast enough to barely let me block his next attack with my sword, and I do mean barely. My wrist snapping like a twig in the process, the sheer force of his attack shattering it.

Naturally, I hit the ground hard from the force of the impact. Leaving another crater in the ground outside the Genji School. My body radiating pain from broken bones and popped organs.

'Fuck that hurt.....my body is burning up inside......pretty sure he just killed me 9 times over with that fucking swing...shit....am I gonna really lose....?' My thoughts slow, while my wrist snaps back in place. 'Fuck that! I refuse to lose and die here!'

It comes out like a mutter, my Bankai chant. "Sacrifice everything, my blood, my bones, burn it all down.......Bankai Tenma Kipposhi......"

The fallen and scorched matchlocks on the ground begin to bubble and turn into liquid around me. Reforming around the sword in my hands, warping into something else. A giant black skeleton forms behind me, bleeding out a red sinister aura. The floor itself resembling a bright red pool of blood while the skeleton behind me vanishes.

I stand back up, ready to face the old man seriously.

In my hands is a long quad barrel matchlock, a katana blade lining the barrel like an oversized bayonet. Funny enough. I don't see the main cause of why I hate using this Bankai ye-

"Nobu. Nobu Nobuuu! (Finally. We make our debut!!)" The first of many of these annoying beings spring to life. Crawling out of the red pooling energy on the floor like Roaches.

Fuck me, not these things.

"Nobu! (The mini Nobu army.....Is here!)" The number of them is beyond count. Each one wielding various weapons. Ranging from serious to downright insane. A matchlock rifle, Swords, pillows and a tea kettle for some reason, the list growing to insane to speak off. Their proportions are cartoonish, barely reaching my hips. Each one has a curvaceous but stumpy body, soulless white eyes, and gaping white mouths. Each one is able to imitate any sound, almost perfectly.

These things were the Mini Me's. Cartoonish versions of Nobunaga herself, and ergo versions of me. Now why don't I like using my Bankai? The reason heavily revolves around them, it has nothing to do with combat power despite how goofy they look. Because despite the absurdity of it all, each one possesses high combat power. It's just that....

"Nobu! Nobu Nobu, Nobu! (So, have you finally decided to accept our terms for paid vacation? Have you? Boss mother!)" Says one of them while pulling on the leg of my pants cutely.

Out of principle I want to deny and refute them. Afterall, how can I pay them if they are a part of my Zanpakuto, let alone while I have no money to speak off? But then, an evil idea forms in my head.

Since you lot wanna get payed so much....and I have a Yamamoto problem.....

"You know what? Oi! You lot!" I say with a shit eating grin on my face. "See that old guy there with the flames? If you can beat him. I will pay for your vacations and health benefits!"

"Nobu!? Nobu Nobu! (For real boss!?)" The growing self propagating crowd of mini me's all turn. Looking at me with their sparkling soulless white eyes. "Nobu, Nobu Nobu! (You're not lying right!?)"

"Nah of course not, look at these eyes.....what do you all see?"

"Nobu (A liar of course)." Responded the same Nobu from earlier, who I will now call Captain Nobu.

"No no no, I am completely serious! Can't you see me radiating sincerity. You can all get a huge vacation. IF. You can beat the shit outta that guy right there." I respond back absolutely serious while pointing at a wary and stone faced Yamamoto. The Shinigami standing still his hand clenching harder around his sword. Eyes scanning the army of Nobu's, wary of my Zanpakuto's Bankai. "But if you all feel like you don't want it.....guess it can't be helpe-"

"Nobu! (Wait!)" Captain Nobu interrupted. "Nobu Nobu! (We'll do it boss mother!)"

With the negotiations out of the way, the multitude of summoned Nobu's began taking aim at Yamamoto. Crowding around the both of us in greater numbers, the atmosphere becoming tense again. The flames behind the future old man begins to pick up again. Something in me knows that his thoughts have shifted, and that he is about to unleash something.

"You Bankai, is unique. In the thousands of years I have walked Soul Society. Of the countless Shinigami I have had to kill over the years for the nobles."

"This is the first time I have encountered such a Zanpakuto.......very well then. Since your theatrics are over.....I shall answer you without mercy....with my full power." Yamamoto states while holding up his Zanpakuto. "Because I can tell. Ryujn Jakka alone won't be enough. If these beings are able to reverse their damage to the same extent as you. I will be pressed to fight you with limits of my Shikai's abilities. Which means, I simply need to make it so there is nothing left for you and these beings to recover from.......Bankai...."

I can barely register the name leaving his lips at that moment. The flames shooting out of his sword becoming massive, covering the sky in a instant like a nuclear fallout. Evaporating the sweat on my forehead and the moisture of the Seireitei. The buildings around us either getting scorched or cracking from sheer intensity of the heat.

"Zanka no Tachi"

Then it all condenses into a single scorched black blade, a barely visible burning cloak of hellfire surrounding Yamamoto. His Bankai activated, the dirt directly around him bubbling and melting into molten slag. The surrounding dirt around the both of us hardens and dries up. This was the strongest Shinigami at his full power, a being of pure will and resolve.

"Even after a thousand years. This Bankai is still as unruly and hard to control as the day I learned it's name." The old man says casually. "I'll end this swiftly then. Now, burn."

And he rushes forward. No hesitation. No doubts. No uncertainty. Just pure unadulterated genocide speeding towards me.

"Nobu Nobu (He's aura farming boss!)" "Nobu!? (Can we even beat him)" "Nobwahhh (My cabbages!!)'

My Nobu's are flustered. Their ranks becoming disorganized from his display of power. But I don't......I can't let it disturb me! My mind moving insanely fast to process the what to do in this moment. Despite all his power. Yamamoto isn't invincible. He has limits to his Zanpakuto!

For some reason. My mind isn't as distracted as it normally is. Does it have something to do with my Bankai?

Are the mini Nobu's in part responsible for my behavior?

No, that's not something I need to worry about right now. Right now. The main issue is about dealing with the incoming missile. The missile, that is the future Captain-Commander. While processing what I do know, what I don't know and what I can theorize about his Zanpakuto.

Zanka no Tachi, a blade of ember and hellfire. Has four unique properties, each corresponding with a unique cardinal direction and each trickier to deal with then the last. With just the mere presence of the Bankai able to damage the Soul Society itself in the future. Though right now...I can tell it is weaker then when it is shown in the manga...it seems to only be able to influence the area around Seireitei.

Which definitely isn't still fucking horrifying to think about.

Focus Nobu. You have literal moments to plan this out. No thanks to my own impulsive actions. I fucking swear I won't be impulsive again.....maybe....

Zanka no Tachi East eradicates all it touches regardless of defense. West is what is currently cloaking Yamamoto, a cloak of flames that burns so hot it's not visible to the naked eye in the future.

...thankfully it's not as hot as it would be in however many years in the future, for whatever good it does me.

South let's the old man summon his own literal army from hell, every person or soul ever slayed, called in the form of burning skeletons to do his bidding.

Metal as fuck, but absolutely hard counters my Nobu's....

Then comes North, a slash so strong it can incinerate anything it touches out of existence. Yes, you heard me. Out of existence, poof and gone.

That said, it's main weakness itself is that it will also burn out the old man when he uses it. The strain alone would have to be immense, as expected of the most powerful fire type Zanpakuto.

Better organize the Nobu's first, and draw out as much power from the old man as possible. I conclude my analysis, quickly flying and retreating in the air while giving orders.

"Enough, all of you! Form ranks and take up formations around him!" I order my army, my blood burning and my grin becoming downright malicious despite the odds. "Shoot him from afar, fly up if need be. Do not. I repeat. Do not, engage in close combat with him at all."

"Nobu (On it Boss!)"

At least don't engage until he get's close enough for any of you to self-destruct against him. Is the thought that is left unsaid to my troops, some taking to the field while the rest begin either surfing, or broom riding matchlocks into the air. A small minority taking to normally flying in the air. Enough of a force remains on the ground to keep me covered from all sides.

"Now, open fire!" All at once. Every single Nobu begin shooting volley's of gunfire at Yamamoto. Bullets and beams coming at him from every angle. The old man making no effort to dodge or block. Unlike before with his Shikai, he didn't need to do anything and for good reason.

Each physical bullet shot at him melts on the way towards him. Nothing even reaching close to touch him before turning into nothingness. Red beam simply ceases to be on contact with his fiery cloak. Nothing could touch him. Nothing could harm him. Anything that came close simply got extinguished by his flames.

The battle itself can only be described as chaotic, a hellish army vs. a cartoonish army. Around both me and Yamamoto outside the Genji School, swords meet matchlocks. Our Zanpakuto's abilities vying for dominance and control of the battlefield. Nobu's and skeletons being destroyed left and right. Fire and gunfire raging across the battlefield below, while Yamamoto clashes with me in the air.

"Nobwaaaa (dies)"

But that's okay, this is all according to my plan

"Nob-(dies)"

"Old man, you're Zanpakuto......it drains your power and stamina greatly doesn't it? You said it earlier.....your Bankai is unruly....It doesn't obey you like your Shikai...it's like a fire, it just burns.....in Shikai form, It normally uses some of your Reiryoku as fuel to burn right?"

More Nobu's burn below me, our armies creating chaos down below. Far too much for anyone else to intervene in our fight now.

"....But your Bankai takes this to the next level, doesn't it? All that power has to come at a great price! There's a price to pay for this level of power." I say out loud. Agilely flying around in the air, and avoiding Yamamoto's insanely fast approach. Using my army to keep him at bay. Mini's Nobu's thrown into the grinder. Countless Mini Nobu's dying, their gunfire harmlessly hitting his flames. Mini Nobu's simply ceasing to exist when Yamamoto passes each Nobu, the heat extinguishing them from existence. "The greater the flame. The more fuel it needs to breath. Or in this case....Reiryoku!....Just having your Bankai active for long periods of time puts a strain on your body old man!"

He doesn't answer me, he just keeps pushing forward towards me.

No. He can't answer me right now.

Gunfire and beams continue to pelt against him. Chaos continues to happen below us, and no matter how many Nobu's he destroys, more come back to fill in ranks. But none of it stops Yamamoto. The old man getting closer and closer towards me. Despite the numerous Nobu's heroic sacrifices and self-detonations against him. The heat from his Bankai practically burning my skin from the close proximity now.

"You can't talk right now. That's because you need to conserve energy for moving and fighting!" I conclude, taking aim at him with my matchlock gatling, the katana bayonet igniting in flames. "Therefore, you can't fight in prolonged battles! Normally! That just means I need to outlast your Zanpakuto. However! You and I both know my Zanpakuto's abilities by now!"

"Which leaves the questions......How many attacks have you taken from me so far? How much longer can you keep your Bankai active for? Do you have enough time before you burn out?" I smile. pressing down on the trigger and firing a red barrage of beams and bullets at Yamamoto. "Because you were right earlier! The unique property of my Zanpakuto? It does suppress and absorb Reiryoku and Reishi upon injury! Other then just expanding my fire power and summoning these mini me's.........My Bankai's unique properties. Reach the next level! Wahahaha!"

"You see. I no longer need to injure you! Just hitting a part of you activates it's suppressive effects! Along with absorbing some of your Reiryoku. All I have to do is land a hit against part of you. Like say? Those flames you have cloaking you! In fact. Just having my Bankai active suppresses your Spiritual Energy even more then my Shikai does! My Zanpakuto's active suppressive range is expanded three fold!"

"Victory is mine old man!"

And the bullets from my gatling seemingly hit him, going through his charging figure in an instant. Followed by the swing of my Matchlock gatling, a trail of bright red flames trailing where Yamamoto was just a moment ago.

Did that get him? No Wait fuck, why did I think that!? (Oi, Nobu you idiot he's right behind y-)

Shunpo

Just a brief moment, when my guard relaxed, a single moment where I thought I managed to take the old man down. A single instant was all it took, for the old man.

"My Bankai's limitations? My body burning out? All Irrelevant. Child, I have already tolf you. A battle between Shinigami. Has never just been about Zanpakuto......!" Yamamoto now topless says, the smoke clearing in front of me to show his torn Shihakusho, his fists already lined up with my head and chest, and pressure starts building up around him. "You will likely survive this. But take it as a lesson..."

His fists instantly hit my head and chest.

"Sōkotsu!"

The impact shatters my skull and chest in an instant. But the pain, that seems to last forever. My mind slowing down to analyze everything that's happening. I'm forced to feel every second of his fist powering through my skull and chest. Every moment feels agonizing, my body forcing me to feel the pain of torn flesh and shattered bones in slow motion.

I can vaguely make out Yamamoto turning around and walking towards the Genji School as the non-atomized parts of my body land on the ground unceremoniously.

It hurts....make it stop....fuck...I don't want to lose. And then I pass out from the pain.

(Well this, isn't good......I even warned Nobu.....fine you can take over but don't go too far...) Nobunaga's voice echoes as my consciousness blurs but I can't register it anymore before I black out.

(Fuhahahaha.....Well then, this is certainly going to be interesting.....Time to show the world how a true Demon King should be.....starting with our true Bankai....Remember this! Nobu!....The Past, The Present, and The Future!....All living creatures and gods shall turn to desiccated corpses!......Destroy the World, Bankai!.....T-)

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(Yamamoto POV)

The Soul Society, was considered an afterlife to some souls and a home to others born there.

But to anybody who truly lived in the Soul Society. It was a hell in and of itself an inherently chaotic and cruel place. A world without order, without law, and without peace. A far cry from the peaceful afterlife people of faith would preach about. Soul Society was a brutal battleground where only the strong and influential could thrive.

A world tailored for the Noble class and the Shinigami. Many of whom were nobles themselves. The few who weren't became warlords, and waged wars against each other, or became mere bandits. Wantonly fulfilling their own desires to their hearts content at the expense of the much weaker and vulnerable residents of Soul Society.

A boy was born in such a world. Born to a small village that was located at the foot of a mountain. This was the place the boy grew and learn for much of his childhood. That boy was nameless, his father dying to protect the town from bandits. While his mother died delivering him due to her poor constitution, leaving nobody left to name the boy.

Despite the loss of his parents the boy grew up cared for by the town, who raised him and fed him after it became apparent the boy had high spiritual energy.

A double edged sword, the boy had his mother's weak constitution. Despite his great spiritual energy his body was weak, needing more time to develop then even the weaker souls that raised him. But the boy persisted, a strong desire to grow strong and live burning inside him, guiding him. Eventually he would surpass his peers in the small village.

He did not know why he wanted to live so desperately, but he kept marching on regardless.

The boy's village was blessed with the presence of a kind hearted Shinigami, a rarity in this era. An older man, who often rambled about things the boy would only understand later. Regardless the boy studied diligently, learned everything he could from the man.

The boy would grow into a young man, and inherit the old Shinigami's Zanpakuto. The old man would pass on shortly after, his last words to the boy urging him to become strong. Strong enough to see the truth of this world with his own eyes. To never look back and judge the worlds worth once he sees the truth.

The boy would accept this task.

He left his small town a few days later. Vowing to uphold the old man's teachings with him and tread on his own unique path. Pursuing mastery over every aspect of Shinigami combat that he was taught.

His journey to become strong began. He would seek the strongest Shinigami warlords. Be they righteous or villainous, he fought them all and slayed them all. Killing was all he knew for nearly a thousand years thanks to to this lifestyle.

But the young man did not care.

He became a vagrant moving for a sole reason and purpose. Seeking strength by whatever means he can reach. For a time, the young man even acting as an executioner for the nobles, like many other Shinigami before him. Learning more ways to gain strength from the little knowledge the nobles gave him and the young man's own training.

He would achieve Shikai during this time, and Bankai would be in his grasp shortly after. Even learning the vaunted hand to hand combat techniques of one of the greater noble houses, the Shihouin noble house. Molding it all into a unique form of Shinigami combat, the Genji Style.

A feet few in this era was able to achieve due to the chaotic nature of the era.

Death became something of an old friend to the young man at this point. A soul who had seen and learned nearly everything the Soul Society had to offer.

But the results. They were worth far more then anything the young man had gone through at this point.

The young man's body, mind, and spirit had been honed to the peek from this experience.

The young man would eventually age and become a legend among the nobles and residents of Soul Society.

He would even give himself a name during this time in honor of his birth place.

Yamamoto

That name would change when he founded the Genji School, Eijisai Yamamoto was a name made in teasing. Eijisai being a reference to a scar Yamamoto had earned on his forehead. The inciting incident for said scar was a story he would never tell a single soul.

That was the world Yamamoto had lived in for the first thousand years of his life. The world he was born in, and the normal that he had known for nearly a thousand years.

It was around this time Yamamoto was recognized as the strongest Shinigami in all of Soul Society.

From a certain perspective. It could have been said that Yamamoto had both the fortune and misfortune of living long enough to become the most powerful Shinigami. One of the very few who became powerful enough to see the Soul Society for what it was, a man-made hell.

Yes, this was when Yamamoto learned the truth about the Soul Society. The truth his mentor urged him to find so many hundreds of years ago.

He still remembers that day. When Ichibe Hyosube appeared in front of him with an offer to see the truth of this world. How he accepted the Mad Monk's invitation to the Soul King's palace. To see the lynchpin of the three worlds. How Yamamoto a glimpsed and learned the true sin of the Five Great Nobles. The truth was a blow far heavier then anything Yamamoto had ever experienced before, and if it wasn't for Yamamoto's own resolve.

The truth would have broken him.

A position as one of the Soul King's royal guard was talked about and offered to him by the Monk.

Yamamoto refused on principle.

Not out of some sense of good, far from it. Yamamoto knew he was not a kind or peaceful man. No Shinigami with his power could ever be that in this era.

He simply judged the world as his mentor asked of him and took the measure of the Soul King.

But the thing that Yamamoto saw as the Soul King only earned his profound disgust. There was nothing worth protecting in that place. Least of all the being known as the Soul King.

So it was inevitable that Yamamoto soon left the Soul King's Palace, shaken by his experience. Going off to wander the Soul Society again after vowing to never tell a soul what he saw in the palace.

He decided to judge the world again. Not as someone seeking strength, but as one of the truly strong.

What Yamamoto saw was more of the same since the day he was born. Chaos, lawlessness, and war.

Whether it be the countless number of aimless souls, the Shinigami warlords who constantly fought across Soul Society, the lazy ruling class nobles, the constant Hollow incursions, and the royal guard. All of them contributed to the chaos that infected the Soul Society.

But he also saw the struggle of the few short lived souls trying to make a place for themselves in the world. The struggle of the few who saw the chaos of the world and chose to be better then the environment that they lived in. The scene struck a cord deep in Yamamoto's being, for what? Yamamoto wasn't sure yet.

So Yamamoto made his choice then and there. He judged that the issue was with the current status quo of Soul Society. That the Soul Society itself needed a great change, that power needed to be centralized. All for the sake of order and peace in the afterlife.

So Yamamoto decided to become the force that would change the Soul Society. No matter what methods needed to be used. Even if he needed to become a devil, he would bring peace and order to the chaos of Soul Society.

This deliberation took some years for Yamamoto, but he had nothing but time. The question that remained for Yamamoto was this. How would he accomplish his goals?

Yamamoto knew he would need more then just his own power in order to realize his goals. He would need support, backing strong enough to legitimize his actions and unify the Shinigami under his banner.

He would need to go to the Soul King's Palace and get the backing of the Royal Guard. With the backing of the Royal Guard, Yamamoto would be able to call on the power of the Noble Houses. A major power that would help realize his goals. So Yamamoto swallowed his disgust for the Soul King and reluctantly accepted the need for such a lynchpin.

His request for an audience was accepted easily enough.

When Yamamoto came to the Soul King's palace this time, it was not as someone seeking truth. But as a General of change and a goal he would see through.

A discussion was had with the Mad Monk, a deal was made. A bargain was struck. The promise to fight in a war against a yet to be seen foe.

Yamamoto arrived as a vagrant, but left as teacher.

And thus the Genji School was founded a decade ago. The Seireitei itself already in the process of changing into something else entirely. He would make an army of Shinigami and expand the districts by more then double the current amount. He would found an organization, starting from the Genji School.

Recruit the strongest Shinigami regardless of their alignment, and use force to conquer all the Shinigami warlords. Reorganizing the surviving Shinigami into one single military body.

Yamamoto had a name in mind for this hypothetical military organization.

The Gotei.

What Yamamoto never considered. Was getting attached to his students. Eventually even changing his name one last time toGenryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto for the sake of Chojiro just a few years ago.

But what does this story have to do with the present?

...

Yamamoto POV

Yamamoto felt it before he saw it. Moment after dealing with that child that Chojiro had sent him a warning about. He felt a sense of wrongness take effect in the world around him. The Reishi and Reiryoku in the surroundings simply ceasing to flow. As if creation itself was afraid to even move right at this moment.

But what could have caused this?

The answer lay in the being standing before Yamamoto, it's form appearing with blinks of the eye. The being took the form of a women. However this beings power was something far from what a Shinigami could muster. What Yamamoto knows should have been a Shihakusho was instead warped into a pitch black armor with a blood red cape.

"You. Who are you?" Yamamoto asked, cold sweat running down his body unconsciously. His hand tensed staring at the being that took the place of the child earlier. "You are not that child from earlier. Almost like. No it can't be."

The being appeared as a beautiful women, like the child from before. But grown up. Her hair a dark red with scorching highlights. With a presence on par with only one being Yamamoto has ever met before.

The Soul King.

"Fuhahaha. No need to be alarmed old man. I have no intention of killing you." The thing said, her tone commanding. Her voice leaving no doubt she could kill him. "I came to make a deal with you. You'll want to hear this."

With a snap of it's fingers, the damage in the surroundings slowly got put back together.

But it was wrong, red molten cracks left behind on the buildings. The repaired road was pitch black, as if it were scorched.

And once again, Yamamoto would make another deal.

The result? He ended up adopting that child.

-End of Chapter 5-

(That's all for now, gonna post other stories and work on this one. I have a really bad habit of getting writing bugs sometimes so I end up losing focus lol.)