Not a Mob: Psycho

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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*tok* *tok* *tok*
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...)

Moving from the bedroom to the hot tub-style bath in the washroom, Ohta and Kukaku sat on opposite sides of the tub, the latter nursing a bottle of non-alcoholic plum wine as they talked about random topics.
"If you're serious about increasing your hand-to-hand combat skills and don't want to lose face, you could always request lessons from Old Man Yama," said Kukaku. "Before acquiring his Zanpakuto, he was famous as the greatest martial artist in the Soul Society."
"Do you think he'd teach me?" asked Ohta, making no effort to conceal his disbelief.
"Old Man Yama is the one who created the Shin'o Academy," said Kukaku. "So long as you have the will to learn, he should teach you. The caveat is that he may ask you to instruct others in exchange. Your psychic aptitude is exceptionally rare, even in the long history of the Soul Society. But that doesn't mean there aren't other psychics. You may be asked to take a few of them under your wing."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta remarked, "I guess that's fair. The problem is my current state..."
"You mean the fact your power is sealed?" asked Kukaku, preempting Ohta's response by stating, "If anything, that works in your favor. Right now, many among the Gotei fear or resent you. If you can convince the old man you're not a threat by demonstrating your work ethic and letting him get to know you, you'll have much less to worry about in the future, at least from the Gotei."
Adopting a wry smile, Ohta pointed out, "That's good and all. The only problem is that I'm kind of an asshole..."
Shrugging her shoulders, Kukaku stated, "That's another thing that works in your favor. Conceit is fairly common among prodigies, especially when they're young. You might consider yourself mature, but even someone like Captain Hitsugaya is viewed as a 'child' from the perspective of those that have lived for thousands of years. You're only sixteen, so if you can prove to him that you only seek strength to safeguard those you care about, the old man won't be too hard on you. You might even earn his respect..."
Closing his eyes, Ohta exhaled through his nose before sinking into the bubbling water. Kukaku's words made sense, but the thought of getting his ass beat by an old man wasn't much better than getting punked by a Gunji-ota(Military Otaku/Kensei). He also didn't like being viewed as a kid. However, considering the substantial difference in their ages, he couldn't really blame Yamamoto and others for regarding him as an inexperienced and exceptionally dangerous youth...
Catching Ohta off guard, nearly causing him to inhale the water from the tub, Kukaku abruptly straddled him, linking her singular arm around his shoulders when he came up for air.
Staring into Ohta's eyes, Kukaku asserted, "People fear you because you possess tremendous power but choose to remain low-key. It causes them to believe you're constantly plotting something, even more so since you're involved with some of the most powerful, influential, and secretive people in the Soul Society..."
Feeling Ohta's dick harden beneath her, a wolfish grin developed across Kukaku's face as she shifted her position and unhesitantly gobbled it with her pussy. Then, with her breasts pressed against him, she slowly brought her face closer to his, licking his lips before saying, "In the West, there's a saying that people fear the snake that lurks in the shadows more than the dragon slumbering beneath a hill..."
Though Kukaku's words made him briefly remember Gin, Ohta set aside his thoughts in favor of kissing the buxom, raven-haired beauty. She was scheduled to return to the Soul Society later that day. Now that she had gone out of her way to provoke him, he figured he might as well send her off with a bang...
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[December 25th, 2001]
After waiting for Orihime and Tatsuki to get out of class, Ohta surprised them immensely by taking them out to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town. Christmas wasn't a public holiday in Japan, meaning people didn't get the day off, but many still viewed it as an opportunity to give gifts and make promises to their loved ones.
Contrasting the weights and other training equipment he would usually get her, Ohta surprised Tatsuki by giving her a platinum ruby pendant to match her birth month. As for Orihime, he prepared her a pair of sapphire earrings resembling a six-petaled flower. Better yet, both items had been imported from the Soul Society, so they could wear them in their physical and spiritual forms without drawing attention from the girls in their class.
While she typically didn't wear jewelry, Tatsuki accepted Ohta's gift and forced him to put it on for her with crimson cheeks. Once he was finished, she surprised him with a kiss. Then, later that evening, she surprised him even more with the 'gift' she and Orihime had prepared especially for that night: sexy reindeer outfits, complete with fluffy tails and headbands...
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As was often the case when he shared a bed with Orihime, Ohta awoke to the feeling of heat and moisture wrapped around his cock. However, even without opening his eyes, he could tell the person sucking his dick wasn't Orihime but someone far less skilled...
Opening his eyes, Ohta was unsurprised to find Tatsuki doing her best to take care of his morning wood while Orihime observed with sparkling eyes from the sidelines.
Sensing motion, Tatsuki stared at Ohta with upturned eyes that practically dared him to complain. Instead, he placed his hand atop her head, smiling as he mused, "Is it still Christmas? Because this is one hell of a present..."
After covering her mouth to stifle a giggle, Orihime unhesitantly revealed, "Tatsuki-chan felt guilty since I'm usually the one who wakes you up. She said I could leave it to her every-"
Before Orihime could finish, Tatsuki released Ohta's cock from her mouth, panicking slightly as she exclaimed, "You don't have to tell him things like that, Orihime...!"
Tilting her head to the side, Orihime touched her index finger to her chin as she asked, "Why not? We said we loved each other and promised to be together forever. It's not good to keep secrets from the people you care about, Tatsuki-chan."
"Ugh..."
Giving up on trying to argue against Orihime's simple but incontestable logic, Tatsuki glanced at Ohta's dick before meeting his gaze and asking, "Do I have to use my mouth?"
"You don't 'have' to do anything..." said Ohta, adopting a relaxed smile as he mused, "That's why I'll appreciate whatever you decide..."
Though she rolled her eyes, Tatsuki was unable to prevent the blush in her cheeks from deepening as she squatted over Ohta's cock, angled it at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself against him with a feverish sigh escaping her throat. She had been feeling uncharacteristically horny since the previous evening, not just because Ohta had gifted her a necklace but because the stress of her training had accumulated considerably due to her 'avoiding' him...
Figuring they would be a while, especially with Tatsuki taking the initiative, Orihime alighted from the bed and said, "I'm going to wash up and help prepare breakfast. Take your time~" in a happy, sing-song tone. A part of her wished she could swap positions with Tatsuki, but she was confident her turn would come. Ohta might not be romantic, but he had a knack for sensing when they were horny and was 'very' thorough when it came to gratifying them...
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Shortly after they had finished eating breakfast, Ohta was curled up on the couch with Orihime and Tatsuki nestled up to him as they watched the first Lord of the Rings movie. It was presently still in theaters, but all Ohta had to do was tell Ayame and the Onmitsukado he wanted to see it, and they managed to get their hands on a DVD copy overnight.
As could be expected from a movie that launched a multi-billion dollar franchise, Orihime and Tatsuki were quite taken by the inaugural journey of Frolo and his fellowship. The plot was nearly identical to the one Ohta remembered, but as everything was 'animated,' at least from his point of view, it was still fairly interesting.
*vrrrrrrr* *vrrrrrrrr* *vrrrrrrrr*
Feeling his cell phone vibrating in his breast pocket, Ohta used his telekinesis to retrieve it, holding it up in front of his face as he skillfully navigated the menus with his mind.
Before either of the girls could ask, Ohta revealed, "It's from Karin. She's downstairs and asking when the training camp is supposed to start."
"That girl is a glutton for punishment..." groaned Tatsuki, recalling the veritable hell she had endured the past few weekends. The results were incredible, making her feel like she had spent the past ten years slacking off, but she wasn't looking forward to a week of unobstructed torment...
"Well...she's been through a lot..." said Ohta, using his telekinesis to tell Karin to hit the gym, meet up with Hiyori, or relax in the sauna until they came down. Hiyori was the one teaching her how to fight like a Visored, so the two were fairly close despite the chibi getting annoyed at Karin's rapid 'development.'
With Karin responding in the affirmative, Ohta returned his phone to his pocket and tried to focus on the movie. Unfortunately, just as things were getting good, his phone started to vibrate anew, this time with a message from Hiyori complaining about him sending Karin directly to her room. She was a bit of a drunkard and a mechanical tinkerer, so her apartment was littered with beer cans and gadgets that could explode if operated by the wrong person. She also had a penchant for sleeping in until the afternoon, so she didn't appreciate receiving 'guests' at 8:14 AM.
Though he was tempted to tell Hiyori to suck it up and stop complaining, Ohta knew that doing so would cause the former Lieutenant to bombard him with texts. Ignoring her would have a similar result, so after a moment of deliberation, he promised to increase her allowance if she let Karin stay with her and kept her busy throughout the training camp. She made quite a bit through the patents he filed on her behalf, but getting her hands on the materials she needed, even with suitable connections, was expensive.
With Hiyori 'reluctantly' agreeing to his proposal, Ohta thought he could enjoy the rest of the movie but barely managed to slip his phone back into his pocket when it started vibrating a third time. His eye twitched initially, but when he saw who the text was from, he immediately perked up as he revealed, "It's from Rukia. She says she should be arriving around midday with Momo and Lisa."
"To pick you up, or to stay?" asked Tatsuki, recalling Ohta mentioning he might return to the Soul Society early for 'training.'
"Both," replied Ohta. "The three of them will stick around until the end of the training camp, and then we'll return together."
"And how long will you be gone for?" asked Tatsuki, pausing the movie to focus on the conversation.
"The Soul Society is technically my home now," noted Ohta. "I also have some fairly important 'business' to take care of, so I'll probably stay there until Spring Vacation and then invite everyone over during the Summer..."
"Three months isn't a short period..." remarked Tatsuki, referring to Spring Vacation starting in late March.
"Even on the low end, we'll be alive for hundreds of years..." contended Ohta, drawing the two women closer to him so he could plant kisses on their foreheads before teasing, "But if you 'really' miss me, I can always hop over on the weekend. Some assholes might complain, but I can shut them up by reminding them who saved their asses..."
Though Tatsuki snorted through her nose and returned her attention to the TV, unpausing the movie, Ohta could tell his words had allayed the sporty tomboy's concerns. As for Orihime, it was almost remarkable how she took things in stride, an almost luminous smile adorning her face as she snuggled up closer to him and whispered, "I'll be waiting..." in a hot, alluring tone that caused the hairs on Ohta's arms to rise...
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(A/N: Orihime learning the power of Ara Ara energy...)

"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...)

Chapter 102: A Glimpse Into Antiquity