Not a Mob: Psycho

"Are you out of your mind...?" asked Tatsuki, staring at Ohta in disbelief while Karin performed stretches off to the side.
"What...?" asked Ohta. "You asked me the best method of developing mental, spiritual, and physical energy from scratch, and this is what I came up with based on personal experience and feedback from people who have lived for hundreds of years. If you could become superhuman with ordinary methods, it wouldn't be very 'super,' would it?"
"Yeah, I get that, but still..." said Tatsuki, nevertheless uncertain. As someone who competed at the national level, she was well-acquainted with the dangers and pitfalls of overtraining. Ohta's training method was tantamount to asking them to break themselves and simply push through it...
Flipping onto the tips of her fingers, balancing herself in a modified crow pose, Karin said, "The more you question the method, the less effective it is. It's also a major distraction, so if you're going to complain about every little thing, you should leave..."
Furrowing her brows, Tatsuki looked like she wanted to chastize Karin but ultimately decided against it. Instead, she started performing stretches of her own, determined not to lose to a brat who exposes her spats at every opportunity...
Before leaving Tatsuki to Karin and moving on, Ohta waited for them to finish their warmups before addressing the former, advising, "Make sure to utilize your power without restraint. If you collapse or injure yourself, Orihime can even restore limbs. And if you die, we can return your spirit to your body or set you up with a Gigai. Fear and hesitation have no place in the world you're attempting to enter, so if you want to become strong, 'be' strong..."
Ensuring that Tatsuki would suffer quite a bit, Ohta punctuated his words by giving her a deep and passionate kiss, grabbing and squeezing her ass for good measure. By the end of it, Tatsuki's cheeks were completely red, but Karin had a deadpan expression, staring at the older High School girl with a cold glimmer in her eyes. The procedure Aizen put her through had modified her ability to experience emotions like fear and anxiety, so while she wasn't a true psychopath, she often gave the impression of one...
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After flying to the opposite end of the underground chamber, a section populated by spiritual trees, plants, and a large, waterfall-fed spring filled with black and white koi fish, Ohta found Ichigo seated atop the statue of a turtle, silently meditating beneath the waterfall's cold stream in a white robe.
Touching down next to the one-armed, incredibly buxom woman who shouldn't be in the Human World but came over when Yoruichi informed her he needed a favor, Ohta asked, "How is it? Any hope he'll regain his power...?"
Staring up at Ohta with her grey-green eyes, Kukaku adopted a toothy grin as she replied, "Takigyo is a purification ritual that helps bring the mind, body, and spirit into harmony. Luckily, he didn't fully actualize the final Getsuga. If he did, we'd need to resort to more 'drastic' measures..."
Before Ohta could respond, Kukaku adopted a marginally more serious expression as she asked, "What I'm curious about is, why did you 'waste' your favor asking for something like this? Are you trying to get Isshin and his family more involved with the Soul Society...?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "You know I'm not the scheming type. I just plant seeds and watch how they develop..."
"It's a shame," mused Kukaku. "When Yoruichi first reached out to me, I thought you would ask for my help 'removing' that seal on your forehead. With my options being you, Isshin, his brat, or one of the back-stabbing cunts responsible for my family's downfall, you're near the top of my list of men suited to 'breed' me..."
"Is that why you came personally...?" asked Ohta, maintaining a relatively neutral expression despite Kukaku's fairly 'audacious' words. Yoruichi had proposed having him become the interim Head of the Shiba Clan to boost his status and strengthen the tentative alliance between the Shihouin and Kuchiki Clans, so he wasn't particularly surprised.
Instead of answering Ohta's question in a more 'roundabout' manner, Kukaku pulled the left side of her provocative red robe, exposing one of her voluminous tits as she said, "If Yoruichi and I both give birth to sons, your progeny would be the head of two of the Great Noble Clans. Better yet, neither the Shihoin nor Kuchiki Clans could force you to give up your name or submit to their laws. You could even get that old fart Yamamoto to address you respectfully..."
Though he wasn't moved by the first half of Kukaku's proposal, his languid gaze lingering on her perky pink nipple, Ohta's brows perked up when she mentioned Yamamoto addressing him respectfully. The problem was that if he accepted her proposition, she would become his first wife, not Rukia. This would satisfy one of the requirements to have his powers unsealed, but becoming the Head of a Great Noble Clan was the last condition Ohta expected to fulfill. Assembling ten Captain-Class Apostles and becoming the ruler of Hueco Mundo seemed more practical than helping reestablish a Clan that was almost universally hated by other Nobles...
As if she could see through Ohta's thoughts, Kukaku fixed her blouse as she said, "We only have seventeen to eighteen months before you know who is scheduled to appear. At your current level, grooming ten Captains and taking over Las Noches in that timeframe is impossible..."
"How convenient for you..." replied Ohta, resisting the almost instinctual urge to roll his eyes. He knew that 'Yhach' was an even more dangerous threat than Aizen, but he didn't like having the circumstances leveraged against him for someone else's benefit. He admittedly benefitted quite a bit from this 'exchange,' but the expense was what little remained of his integrity...
Before Kukaku could say or do anything to piss him off, Ohta ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Since she isn't here right now, I'm assuming you already reached an 'agreement' with Rukia. But before I accept, I also have some conditions of my own..."
"Not surprising," replied Kukaku, adopting a wolfish grin as she added, "Let's hear them."
"I want you to teach some of the Shiba Clan's techniques to that girl that looks like she could be your direct descendent, Arisawa Tatsuki," said Ohta. "I'm planning to make her one of my Apostles, so I need her at the level of a Captain before the fighting starts..."
Losing her smile, Kukaku crossed her arms as she remarked, "That's a difficult request. It's not impossible, but she would need to have a seal placed on her mind to prevent her from leaking our techniques or having her memories extracted. Then there's the issue of time, but we can work around that thanks to your pocket healer's ability to reject phenomena..."
Without waiting for Ohta's response, Kukaku regained her smile as she looked up at him and said, "Very well. I will teach her some of the Shiba Clans' techniques, but only after you've fulfilled your role. If I remember correctly, the longest break humans have from modern schools starts in late July. That gives you around six months after your return to the Soul Society to get the deed done. After that, you'll have around six years to prepare before we announce your status as the interim Head of the Shiba Clan..."
"Six years...?" questioned Ohta, somewhat confused as he had been informed that native souls gave birth after the standard nine months.
Shrugging her shoulders, Kukaku casually explained, "It takes more than producing offspring to take over as the provisional Head of a Great Noble Clan. Accidents happen, and there are a lot of congenital defects that can manifest in the children of Noble families. Thus, until the prospective heir reaches five years old, they aren't considered 'viable.' That's why I can't have Ganju or his children take over as my successor. He's become a lot healthier, but he was born with a heart disease and needed to consume a lot of expensive medicines just to reach his current level..."
Though he was tempted to ask if that was how she became indebted to Kisuke and the Shihoin Clan, Ohta wisely decided against it. Instead, he remarked, "In other words, I might have to knock you up multiple times..."
Causing Ohta to tense slightly, Kukaku used her prosthetic hand to grab his junk, grinning mischievously as she replied, "That depends on you. It usually takes several attempts, but you managed to knock up that cat in a single go. If you can absorb my Reiryoku and adapt it as you did hers, our children should be pretty damn exceptional..."
Punctuating her statement with a wink, Kukaku released her hold on Ohta's dick, turning around and walking away as she said, "Anyway, I'm going to go check up on that girl you said looks like my descendant. I imagine it would be more 'convenient' for you if I offered to train her of my own accord, right?"
"You're not wrong..." replied Ohta. Tatsuki would probably protest if he suggested she train under somehow else, but if Kukaku approached her while she was frustrated with Karin, the odds of her agreeing increased exponentially.
Adopting a toothy grin, Kukaku teased, "You might not be a schemer, but you sure as hell act like one..." before turning around and raising her hand casually, her form disappearing moments later. Her comment caused Ohta to feel slightly annoyed, but so long as Sake wasn't involved, he was more than confident he could get 'even' with her in the bedroom...
Turning his attention to Ichigo, Ohta strained his senses until he detected a faint trace of Reiatsu in the ginger's abdomen. It was like a tiny flame or a drop from a pipette, but it was definitely present. This might not sound all that impressive, but considering monks and other 'spiritualists' spent decades reaching a similar level, often attaining it only after they were old and approaching death, it wasn't an exaggeration to say his progress was monstrous...
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Before heading off to do his own thing, Ohta made one last stop in the underground chamber, an isolated area that stood out because it was surrounded by a large, pagoda-shaped orange barrier. There, he found Orihime in her Shihakusho, sweat dripping from her brows as she was the one maintaining the barrier under the supervision of a 257cm tall giant of a man with pink hair, tanned skin, and a distinctive mustache.
Noticing Ohta's arrival, the man, Ushoda Hachigen, instructed Orihime to create a door within the barrier, an exceptionally difficult task as it risked destabilizing the glass-like construct, causing it to implode. Fortunately, while Orihime was nowhere near a 'master,' she had a remarkable affinity for producing barriers, allowing her to create a small, fist-sized opening that gradually expanded to the size of a door.
Clapping his hands together, Hachigen said, "Well done, Ms. Inoue. Your talent is truly remarkable."
Completely ignoring Hachigen, Orihime beamed from ear to ear, eyes glistening as she asked, "Did you come to check on me~?" once Ohta was in casual speaking distance.
"That's right," replied Ohta, shifting his gaze to the realistic beams and supports forming the barrier's structure as he asked, "Isn't this Bakudo #40? You're improving rapidly..."
While Orihime responded with an embarrassed "Ehehehhee~" Hachigen explained, "The structure is similar, but if it were the real Bakudo #40, you wouldn't have found us so easily."
Feeling deflated due to Hachigen's words, Orihime lost focus, causing the barrier to crack. Before it could, Hachigen slapped his hands together, his expression briefly becoming fierce as he shouted, "Barrier release...!" in a booming tone. As he did so, Orihime's barrier promptly shattered, splitting into countless shards that disappeared before the energy forming it could collapse and implode.
Regaining his usually gentle demeanor, Hachigen smiled and said, "This is an excellent opportunity for a break. I shall go and prepare tea while you and Ohta-dono converse."
Without waiting for Orihime's response, Hachigen cupped his hands and bowed respectfully toward Ohta before promptly excusing himself. In his wake, Ohta gave Orihime a pat on the head before inviting her to rest in the shade of a nearby Bodhi tree, the only vegetation in the area. There, even though it wasn't strictly necessary, he explained the situation regarding Kukaku, unsurprised to learn that she had already heard about the matter from Rukia...
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(A/N: Ohta isn't the schemer. He's just going with the flow of everyone else's machinations xD...)

Emerging from the bathroom attached to Ohta's room, Kukaku, naked as the day she was born, dried her hair as she asked, "Is that one of those communication devices the 12th Division is using to replace Jigokuchō?"
Though he briefly cast his gaze at Kukaku, Ohta returned his attention to his phone, relaxedly sending a text as he answered, "I assume so. Here in the Human World, they're called cell phones."
Furrowing her brows slightly, Kukaku pointedly remarked, "You know, there are limits to playing it cool. You have a buck-naked beauty standing before you, yet you're choosing to focus elsewhere...?"
"I am surrounded by beautiful women..." replied Ohta, finishing his text before shifting his gaze to Kukaku, staring at the stump of her right arm. Her prosthetic was more than waterproof, but she had taken it off since foreign and mechanical devices could get in the way of Soul Resonance.
While Kukaku's missing limb didn't bother him, Ohta felt compelled to remark, "You know, Orihime could probably restore your arm if you asked her to..."
"Hmmm..."
Staring at her stump, Kukaku appeared to enter a state of deep thought before saying, "Since we're going to be married in the future, I might as well reveal a bit about myself..."
Before continuing, Kukaku made her way over to the bed, crawling onto it and taking advantage of Ohta's position to straddle him, nesting her freshly shaven pussy against his bulge as she asked, "The question is, do you even care? More often than not, the truth is a shackle, a burden that compels people to behave a certain way. For someone that prefers to go with the flow, you'd be happier not knowing the truth..."
"Does someone in my position have the option to remain ignorant?" asked Ohta, placing his hands on Kukaku's waist.
Adopting a smile that didn't quite reach her green eyes, Kukaku replied, "You'll eventually 'need' to know the truth, but it would be better for you to gain experience and insight without having your views tainted by the circumstances of others. That's something that Yoruichi and I agree with Rukia on..."
"How considerate of you..." remarked Ohta, his expression morphing into a slight deadpan as he resisted the urge to point out that if she and Yoruichi genuinely cared about him, they wouldn't be purposely entangling him in the affairs of their families. Rukia got a pass as she wasn't born a Noble and had good intentions, but Yoruichi and Kukaku were hundreds of years old and the leaders of their respective Clans. Even a blind man could see they were taking advantage of him...
Furrowing her brows, Kukaku pointedly remarked, "No one is forcing you to do this, you know. We're just thinking about the future, and you happen to fit conveniently into a lot of places. If you're against it, then speak up. Pettiness isn't a trait associated with 'real' men..."
"If I were truly against this, we wouldn't be here right now," said Ohta, giving Kukaku a light smack on her left ass cheek. In truth, he had more than a few misgivings about his current situation, but he didn't want to remain vulnerable while there were monsters even more powerful than Aizen lurking about. If fucking and knocking up beautiful women were all it took to regain his power, he could think of worse things...
"Then shut up and fuck me," said Kukaku, gaining a challenging smile as Ohta abruptly sat up and forced her onto her back. She, like Yoruichi, was usually on the offensive. However, as 'compensation' for what she did to him in the past, Kukaku decided to let Ohta take the initiative. She figured he had a lot of frustrations to vent, but more than that, she was curious to see if he could leave as deep an impression on her as he had Yoruichi...
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Temporarily interrupting the persistent sound of flesh smacking against flesh, Orihime knocked on the door to Ohta's room and called out, "Ohta-kun, it's me, Orihime. Tatsuki-chan and I are about to head off for school."
Though it took a moment, Ohta eventually opened the door, releasing a prominent stench of sweat, sex, sake, and debauchery into Orihime's face as he forced a smile and said, "I'll see you off..."
Shaking her head, Orihime returned an almost painfully radiant smile as she replied, "You don't need to trouble yourself. I just wanted to let you know there's breakfast on the counter if you and Kukaku-san get hungry."
Stepping out of his room and closing the door behind him, Ohta said, "I insist..." before accompanying her to the living room. There, Tatsuki was waiting for them in her school uniform, book bag slung over her shoulder with a slightly annoyed look.
"Well, look who decided to show himself..." remarked Tatsuki. "Did you enjoy fooling around all weekend while the rest of us were busting our asses off?"
"Tatsuki-chan...!" exclaimed Orihime, furrowing her brows and puffing out her cheeks.
"It's fine," said Ohta, caressing Orihime's head as he met Tatsuki's gaze and said, "If anything, this is the 'normal' reaction. Feel free to lay it into me if you want. I won't even pretend I don't deserve it..."
Clicking her tongue, Tatsuki averted her eyes and muttered, "Whatever..." before making her way over to the front entrance and stepping outside to wait in the hallway. She knew what she was getting herself into when she took the initiative to confront and basically seduce Ohta. Thus, while she wasn't happy that he had spent the entire weekend having sex with some big-breasted Noblewoman that was apparently going to become his first wife, she didn't have a lot of ground to stand on if she wanted to chastise him...
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After seeing Orihime and Tatsuki off, Ohta returned to his room to find Kukaku still sprawled out atop his bed, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes as she absentmindedly traced her stomach with the very tips of her fingers.
"You good...?" asked Ohta, setting the food he had retrieved from the kitchen on the bed using a breakfast tray.
"Oh, I'm great..." replied Kukaku, smiling as she looked to Ohta and added, "I'm starting to see why Yoruichi is so fond of you. That was one hell of a ride..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta remarked, "I seem to have a high affinity with members of the Five Great Noble Clans. I've tried resonating with Rukia and Orihime dozens of times, but their Reiryoku density and purity aren't developed enough. It might be easier now that most of my power is sealed, but they're not prepared to be mothers just yet..."
"I'm sure you could convince them if you wanted," said Kukaku, rolling onto her side and supporting her head with her left hand as she added, "I'm not in a rush to 'restore' my family, so I'm fine with raising our kid on my own if you want to make things official with Rukia. Your status as the interim Head of the Shiba Clan only needs to be made public if you plan to use it."
"That's up to them," answered Ohta. "I never wanted to be a father, and even now, I don't think I'm qualified to care for others. I'll do what I can to keep them safe, but I've always been of the mind that children belong to the mothers that carried and birthed them..."
"Eh, I honestly think you'd make a great father," argued Kukaku, adopting a somewhat nostalgic smile as she added, "Raising kids can be a massive pain in the ass, but all the hassles and headaches feel worth it when you see them smile, laugh, or accomplish something new. Then, after a while, you realize that your children are what give life meaning..."
Though he had the distinct impression he was stepping onto a minefield by doing so, Ohta pointed out, "That sounds like it comes from personal experience, and I'm not talking about your younger brother..."
Narrowing her eyes slightly, the corners of Kukaku's smile curled up as she said, "Say what you mean to say..."
"You're a lot older than you let on..." said Ohta. "I wasn't sure initially, but I 'felt' it when our souls resonated. At the very least, you're considerably older than Yoruichi..."
"Does it matter?" asked Kukaku, her smile becoming somewhat cheeky as she said, "I'm still fine as hell..."
"You're not wrong..." replied Ohta, gazing at the one-armed woman's naked body before shrugging his shoulders. If Kukaku didn't want to discuss the matter further, he wouldn't press her. Fortunately, or perhaps not, Kukaku rolled her eyes before asking, "Would you believe me if I told you I was even older than Old Man Yama...?"
"If you are, then I'd feel bad for him," replied Ohta. "That man has more wrinkles than a nutsack exposed to cold water..."
Though she exhaled an amused chuckle, Kukaku's eyes were serious as she said, "Well, it's true. Old Man Yama is around 4200. As for me...do you 'really' want to know? Because if I tell you, you can never tell anyone else. If you do..."
"Do I strike you as the type to share secrets?" asked Ohta. "I didn't snitch even when the woman I professed my love to was used as bait to lure out that cunt, Aizen..."
"Fair enough..." said Kukaku, rising to a seated position before crossing her arms and closing her eyes, appearing to be in deep thought. Then, nearly a full minute later, she opened her eyes, smiling as she revealed, "I won't tell you my actual age, but my true identity is the 19th Generation Head of the Shiba Clan and a former member of the Zero Division. When I abdicated my position to prevent the destruction of my Clan, my right arm was the price I paid..."
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After a brief silence, Ohta replied, "That doesn't tell me much. You being a member of the Zero Division kind of makes sense, but Yoruichi is the 22nd Head of the Shihouin Clan, and she's like 380. Though, now that I say that, it's difficult to imagine she's only the 22nd generation if her Clan is more than a million years old. That would mean that each preceding Head ruled an average of 50,000 years..."
"Some ruled much longer," revealed Kukaku. "The Founding Ancestors of the Five Great Noble Clans were born in the era preceding the separation of life and death. After that, they established and inhabited the five cities surrounding the Soul King's Palace, never aging."
Grabbing a piece of toast from the breakfast tray, Kukaku took a bite before adding, "It wasn't until the three realms began to stabilize that the subsequent generations were 'ousted' from the Soul King's Palace and forced to lay roots in what we now refer to as the Soul Society, becoming the first generation of native souls susceptible to death..."
Adopting a vicious smile, Kukaku mused, "As you can imagine, this caused a considerable amount of turmoil, but I won't bore you with the details as most of what I know was passed to me by word of mouth. If you want to learn the detailed pre and post-establishment history of the Soul Society, you'd need to access the secret archives of the Kuchiki Clan. They've been charged with transcribing history since the separation of the three realms, so their records are the most accurate."
"I'll keep that in mind..." replied Ohta, resisting the urge to point out that Kukaku hadn't answered his question. She clearly didn't want to say how old she was, so he changed topics, asking, "So, how many kids have you had? If you were the 19th Generation Head, you must have had children or passed the title to one of your siblings..."
"You're starting to annoy me..." remarked Kukaku, staring at Ohta with half-lidded eyes. She knew Ohta wasn't trying to be callous, but since most of the Shiba Clan had been systematically slaughtered, it wasn't a subject she wanted to get into. Even more so since, before departing the Zero Division, she was forced to swear that she would 'forgive' those who had conspired to destroy her Clan, leaving her unable to seek the justice that burned like a fuse in her heart...
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(A/N: This chapter took hours of rabbit hole research and more than seven hours to write. I had always known that Kubo's timeline was convoluted, but I feel as though I lost a percentage of my brain cells trying to make sense of it...)

Though he didn't care for the culture of eating around a dinner table, Ohta joined Orihime and Tatsuki in the dining room, relaxedly eating sushi as he listened to them prattle on about their day.
Around twenty minutes into their dinner, Tatsuku remarked, "I know you don't enjoy talking, but you can do more than nod your head and pretend to be paying attention..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta casually responded, "It's not that I don't enjoy talking; I don't have anything to say. I can't speak about incidents I wasn't present for, and you haven't asked for my opinion, so what do you expect me to say?"
"Then let's talk about something else," said Tatsuki. "I heard from Orihime that you're thinking about becoming famous?"
Perking up quite a bit, Orihime suggested, "You could always become the host of a show like Spirits Are Forever With You! You know, the one hosted by Don Kanonji?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Orihime was about to perform the Don Kanonji laugh but stopped when Tatsuki shoved a piece of sushi into her mouth, stating, "Please don't..." with a wry smile.
Instead of continuing, Orihime chewed the piece of sushi in her mouth, allowing Tatsuki to suggest, "If you're not in a hurry, you could spend the next two years training for the Olympics. Your fame would skyrocket if you do well on the international stage."
Shaking his head, Ohta contended, "Not really. Unless they're heavily into track and field or follow sports, the average person can't recall the names of current Olympic hopefuls, much less those of the past. I could make a name for myself as a top athlete, but most of their long-term fame comes from branding and selling out to major corporations."
"That's...not untrue..." admitted Tatsuki, scratching her head in frustration. She was pretty deep into sports but could only recall the names of a few &nbsp;Karateka and Judo experts who had competed in the Olympics. Everyone else fell to the wayside, disappearing into obscurity in the relatively brief four years between the Olympic games. Baseball and Soccer players had a much easier time accruing fame, but she couldn't imagine Ohta being on a large team and adhering to the strict rules and regulations of the NPB...
"I'm telling you," said Orihime. "If you want to be super famous, you need to appeal to people's sense of mystery! If you went on TV and proved the existence of psychic powers, people would go wild~!"
"Yeah, but if I advocated seriously, governments and organizations from around the world would seek out or try to discredit me in the eyes of the public," asserted Ohta. "They'd make me about to be a conman or a cult leader, and if I did anything high-profile to prove them wrong, they'd find some excuse to label me as a terrorist. After all, they can't have ordinary people believing there's more to life than serving as the rungs for the rich and powerful's success..."
Furrowing her brows, Tatsuki quietly remarked, "I've always thought this, Ohta, but you have a really depressing view of society and the world as a whole..."
"Not really," replied Ohta, clarifying, "My grudge isn't against society, but those who consolidate land, power, and resources to stand at the top, no matter its effects on everyone else. If shit hit the fan and I were missing a few more screws, I might travel around the world, eliminating the corrupt and those who lobby to keep them in power..."
"If you did something like that, you really would become a terrorist or a cult leader..." muttered Tatsuki.
"And that's why I largely keep to myself," replied Ohta. "I don't want to become a monster who imposes their views on others. I just want to live freely and enjoy life alongside those I've chosen to share it with. Unless someone goes out of their way to provoke or take something away from me, I genuinely don't care what they do..."
Though she felt Ohta could be doing more with his power, Tatsuki didn't say it aloud. She didn't properly understand the politics of her own nation, much less those of international and interdimensional communities. Until now, her life revolved around school and karate, so she wasn't really in a position to lecture someone who had battled a God-like being and saved the world at sixteen...
"Then how do you plan to increase your fame?" asked Tatsuki, deciding to guide the conversation back to the original topic.
"I was thinking about entering the Shooto Mixed Martial Arts circuit or traveling the world as a high-profile celebrity fighter," revealed Ohta. "If I offer a reward of $10,000,000 to anyone who can defeat me, I should be able to increase my fame and notoriety fairly quickly. Then, once I secure a few wins, I can slowly introduce the concepts of Ki and physical energy to the public domain. Everything else can follow after that."
Blinking in surprise, Tatsuki's eyes widened as she asked, "Ki is real? Like, the same Ki from Dragon Ball...?"
"It's both more and less complicated than that," replied Ohta. "Physical energy, as the name implies, primarily increases your strength, speed, and resiliency. If you want to fire off energy beams, you need Reiatsu and the ability to shape it using mental energy."
Looking at Orihime, Ohta added, "Orihime's Tsubaki functions similarly to an energy projectile, and Chad can release large amounts of Reiatsu from his fists. Then there are Zanpakutos that allow their users to discharge energy, but the most common method is Kido, a form of magic unique to Shinigami."
Before Tatsuki could pester him further, Ohta turned to her and said, "If you want a more detailed explanation, bother Orihime and Hachigen, the person teaching her. My specialty is using psychic energy, and that's not something I can teach others. I've tried with Karin, but she can barely get a leaf to spin atop a glass of water..."
"Is that how she developed such a strong crush on you...?" asked Tatsuki.
"I'd rather not talk about it," replied Ohta, shaking his head as he added, "The simple explanation is that her father is a complete fucking idiot. Let's leave it at that..."
No longer in the mood for a discussion, Ohta rose from his seat and left the dining room without further remark. His departure caused Tatsuki to hang her head and smile sadly, believing she had ruined their dinner, but Orihime managed to cheer her up fairly quickly before advising her of the many ways in which she could apologize. Ohta had a penchant for holding grudges, but in the face of genuine 'sincerity,' he was a total pushover...
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With Tatsuki returning home the previous night, Ohta saw Orihime off at the front of the hotel before sending his usual texts and heading inside to escape the cold. This time, however, he didn't make his way to the gym or return to his penthouse. Instead, he took the elevator to the underground chamber, intending to relax in the hot spring for a bit before heading up to Lisa's room to see what she had purchased during her trip to Akihabara.
Fortunately, though he definitely sensed her lurking about, Hiyori didn't intrude on Ohta's bath. He wouldn't have cared, one way or another, but if he wanted company, he would call out to Soifon...
After finishing his bath, Ohta made his way up to the sixth floor, ringing the doorbell of Lisa's room. It took a while, but she eventually answered, wearing little more than a baggy t-shirt, panties, a single stocking, and a pair of oversized 'retro' headphones. She also had prominent bags under her eyes, prompting Ohta to ask, "Were you up all night watching porn...?"
Raising her brows, Lisa asked, "How did you know?" while stepping aside, allowing him to enter. As he did so, Ohta flatly replied, "Because you reek of sex, incense, and lube..."
Shrugging her shoulders, Lisa said, "I blame the internet. You wouldn't believe how much amateur, hardcore, and revenge porn you can find if you know where to look..."
"That's a slippery slope," remarked Ohta. However, as Lisa was more than capable of caring for herself, he didn't press the matter. In the worst-case scenario, a malicious hacker would access her computer during one of her live streams. However, even if they wanted to blackmail her, they couldn't find any information about Lisa's location or identity. After all, she was a native-born soul, so there were no records of her existence outside a few forged documents from decades prior.
Accompanying Lisa past her fairly ordinary kitchen, dining, and living rooms, Ohta's nose scrunched up as they entered her sty of a bedroom. Hundreds of limited-edition anime figurines, sex toys, and other 'adult' merchandise lined her shelves, while the manga and books that should have gone on them were piled up like a series of towers. The thing that caused Ohta's nose to scrunch up was the large pile of dirty clothes and cosplay items, forming a veritable mountain in the corner of Lisa's room while empty takeout and convenience store goods surrounded her bed like a moat. Most notably, alongside an antiquated-looking streaming setup, there was a tripod and a camera in the center of the room, facing her bed...
Though he was tempted to ask how anyone could live like this, Ohta had witnessed far worse conditions in his previous life. It also didn't matter to him how others chose to live so long as their lifestyle and decisions didn't impact or inconvenience him directly.
"Wanna make a sex tape? I can blur out your face," said Lisa, catching Ohta a little off guard even though it was one of the 'tamer' requests she had made of him. When he accompanied her on an outing in the past, she tried getting him to molest her on a crowded train. When he refused, she broke away from him and pretended to be immersed in a textbook while a middle-aged salaryman felt her up and even slipped his left hand into her panties. The man tried to take things even further, but she dematerialized by shifting into her spirit form, causing the middle-aged pervert to nearly have an infarction before Lisa kneed him in the balls hard enough to make him collapse, trembling and whimpering in shock as a tremendous amount of blood stained his trousers...
"So you can post it online?" asked Ohta. "No, thanks. I'm currently in the process of trying to build my reputation, not ruin it completely..."
"It wouldn't be for the internet," contended Lisa, adding, "I was going to add it to my private collection."
"Hard pass..." replied Ohta, waving his hand to fold up the tripod and send both it and the camera into Lisa's closet. There was a reason the 'revenge porn' genre existed. Lisa might not plan to publish the video right now, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn't change her mind at some point. He also didn't want to get entangled too deeply in Lisa's perversions, so it was best to refuse any 'unreasonable' requests...
"You're such a prude..." remarked Lisa, her expression and tone slightly huffy. She had thought that she and Ohta could have a bit of fun since he had 'subdued' someone of Yoruichi's caliber. However, while his dick more than passed muster, his preferences were borderline vanilla...
"Whatever you say..." muttered Ohta, looking around the messy room as he asked, "Where's my wallet and the goods...?"
Bending over and retrieving Ohta's wallet under her pillow, exposing her Pokomon-themed panties, Lisa explained, "I couldn't carry everything back, so I had them shipped. Yet another reason you should accompany me when I go shopping..."
With Lisa taking her sweet time, wagging her ass in front of him for several seconds, Ohta made his way over, standing behind her with his hands on her waist as he flatly replied, "In other words...you texted me because you wanted me to come over and fuck you..."
Grinding her ass against Ohta's substantial bulge, Lisa stared back at him and retorted, "It's not like you have anything better to do..."
"That's not entirely true," replied Ohta, smacking Lisa's ass as he added, "But I don't mind humoring you every now and again..."
Pulling out a leather collar and leash from under her pillow, Lisa adopted an alluring smile as she handed the items to Ohta and said, "Then humor me..."
Though he shook his head in mild exasperation, Ohta dutifully fastened the collar around Lisa's neck. Lucky for her, he had performed a similar play with Yoruichi, so he didn't mind playing along so long as she didn't ask him to choke her out. Before fucking her, however, he dragged her ass to the bathroom, forcing her to thoroughly clean herself since he didn't even want to imagine the mischief she had gotten up to while taking the train and wandering Akihabara without supervision...
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(A/N: Ohta gotta give her the hose before he gives her his hose (O w O)...)

Chapter 101: Compromise