Chapter 21: Truck-kun Getsuga Tensho Iaijutsu
Perhaps because the curiosity on Ichigo Kurosaki's face was too obvious, Mo Yu, who had been acting as the narrator, spoke up to explain:
"During the interview and training period, Orihime Inoue displayed perfect teamwork skills. Relying on her sun-like communication abilities, she secured a significant amount of unconditional sponsorship from local gangs and illegal syndicates. After careful consideration, I have specially appointed her as the Logistics Manager for the Karakura Town branch of Heaven Media. From now on, she is responsible for all prop collection and logistical dispatching for the filming crew. She will also temporarily serve as your exclusive agent, managing your schedule. In the workplace, you are to respectfully address her as Manager Inoue."
Ichigo tilted his head, indicating he didn't understand a word of that. Mo Yu just chuckled and didn't elaborate.
The so-called "teamwork skill" was just corporate-speak for "blackening." On the surface, it could mean many things, but in reality, it just meant whether one was obedient or not. In this regard, Orihime was beyond reproach. No matter what the arrangement was, she had zero complaints or questions—even when the Demon Muscle Man suddenly appeared as her training instructor and delivered a full QWER combo to her face with a fist the size of a casserole pot.
In the original story, Orihime's power originated from the Hogyoku's guidance. Now, Mo Yu was simply running the process again, allowing her to re-awaken the power of the Shun Shun Rikka. However, unlike the original, the awakened Orihime didn't need to stumble through figuring things out on her own. Mo Yu handed her a complete skill manual and immediately dragged her into live combat.
Doing things requires resources. Mo Yu's plan to turn the entire Bleach world into an anime production line required massive capital. For instance, the dump truck needed for the finale of the first episode—whether rented or bought—cost a fortune. If they were to film a second episode or other genres of anime later, the resource requirements would only grow.
Mo Yu was a God, but he was not the God of the Bleach world. He couldn't create resources out of thin air yet. Thus, Orihime was assigned the glorious duty of "Jungling"—earning "gold" in the wild zones for the team while simultaneously honing her professional skills.
It must be said that Orihime's performance in this area was quite unexpected.
In the original work, others evaluated Orihime as a simple, cheerful, and kind-hearted girl—a nonsensical Tennen (airhead) who brought laughter and joy to others. Mo Yu felt this evaluation was mostly correct but incomplete.
In school, she was indeed an airhead who brought joy with her smiles and humor.
Outside of school, she was a "Super-Airhead" who, despite touching a gun for the first time, could walk into an illegal syndicate's office with a bright smile, hold down the trigger without a single psychological hurdle, and bring powerful "joy" to everyone through a flurry of bullets—all without her smile changing a bit. Afterward, she even humorously remarked to Mo Yu that she thought she was holding a toy gun, which was why she wasn't serious enough, and asked if she should do it again.
In school, she treated everyone with kindness and lent a hand to the injured without hesitation. Outside school, she was equally kind; unable to stand by while people suffered from the pain she inflicted, she would use Shun Shun Rikka to heal them. Once healed, if needed, she would unhesitatingly fire another magazine into the very people she just saved!
The ability to "reject reality" was so convenient; no matter how riddled with holes a body became, as long as the treatment was timely, it could be fixed.
Mo Yu felt that Orihime's mental state might be a little... subtle.
This wasn't surprising. Tite Kubo gave his characters a ton of psychological trauma and dark pasts, but their actual behavior was dictated by his pen. If Kubo wanted them to be hot-blooded, they were hot-blooded, no matter how tragic their past.
But this Bleach World Bubble wasn't created by Kubo; it was a mapping of the audience's collective fantasies. Differences were inevitable. In places the original work didn't describe or the audience didn't perceive, the World Bubble evolved on its own, magnifying those differences.
Orihime's mental state likely stemmed from this. For a girl with a tragic background, alone and bullied, whose friends at school weren't close enough to share her heart with—a girl who went home to an empty house every day to talk to her brother's black-and-white funeral photo—it was understandable that her mental state was "subtle."
This was also reflected in her power. It was read as "Shun Shun Rikka" but written as "Rejection of Reality." This suggested that in her subconscious, there was a massive barrier between her mind and reality. It was possible she instinctively viewed real life as a role-playing game.
However, Mo Yu didn't see this as a problem. On the contrary, he felt Orihime truly lived up to the praise given by the villain Aizen. She had immense potential and could be entrusted with heavy responsibilities. As for whether things would go wrong later, Mo Yu wasn't worried; Ichigo would serve as the safety net.
In short, Orihime adapted to Mo Yu's training tasks with frightening speed. In a very short time, she earned the terrifying nickname "The Smiling Slaughter Princess" in Karakura Town's underworld. Without causing a single permanent casualty, she harvested a mountain of resources from the "wild," including this dump truck.
As for the chasing cops? That was the result of Orihime stepping on the gas and never letting go, steering the wheel purely by "feeling"—a "Tengen Toppa" level screw-up in dangerous driving and speeding.
Although Ichigo was dissatisfied with Mo Yu's evasive explanations, seeing Orihime so full of energy kept him from complaining. He felt that with his current level of Purity, he could protect her from any pitfalls.
"Kurosaki-kun, do you know how to drive a dump truck? Should I drive you there? Honestly, after that practice just now, I found out I have a strong talent for driving!"
Facing a confident Orihime, Ichigo's mouth twitched. The truck was already covered in dents and missing half its headlights. That spoke volumes about her "talent."
In fact, Ichigo was still underestimating her. On the way here, if Orihime hadn't used her powers to "resurrect" the truck several times after it almost hit "Game Over," it would have been a pile of scrap metal long ago.
However, as the protagonist, Ichigo wanted to rely on his own strength to deliver the fated lunch box to Fisher in this climactic scene.
"Inoue, I'll drive. I've never driven a dump truck, but for driving... I can just rely on my Purity!"
After reaching the realm of Ultimate Purity, Ichigo's confidence never dropped below 200%. And as it turned out, his confidence wasn't misplaced. With his hands on the wheel, he truly had the ability to turn rot into magic. Boundless Reishi light erupted from his body, covering the entire truck like a wave.
In the Shiba tradition, the power of Getsuga Tensho was always channeled through a blade. But Ichigo was different. He wasn't a Soul Reaper; he didn't have a Zanpakuto. He was a Berserker Archer Quincy who didn't even like using his bow, preferring to fight with his fists. To use Getsuga Tensho, he had to revise it.
And here was the result: a Getsuga Tensho that didn't rely on a blade, but used a dump truck as the medium to solidify and condense the energy.
Of all martial arts, this is the Dump Truck Getsuga Tensho!
With the pedal to the metal, the truck was enveloped in Reishi light, transforming into a massive "Dump Truck Cleaver." It barreled forward with unstoppable momentum. Even if the steering was off and he was about to hit a wall, the externalized Getsuga force could forcibly yank the entire truck into a high-maneuverability turn or even make the whole vehicle leap over obstacles.
If his spiritual power grew any stronger, Ichigo was confident he could turn the truck from a land vehicle into a flying one.
But even this was enough!
"I am warning you very seriously: you'd better release me, or Kurosaki-kun won't let you off! Also, you should respect everyone's preferences! I hate chrysanthemums more than anything in my life! Get those damn petals off me! AHHHHHHH!"
Tied to the bed, Uryu Ishida calmly warned Grand Fisher. But that calm didn't last long, because Fisher—now in a bathrobe—was meticulously plucking chrysanthemum petals and elegantly scattering them over Uryu's body. He looked as focused as a five-star chef plating a masterpiece. Once finished, Fisher picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it gently, and spoke with composure:
"Even without you, your friend Kurosaki wouldn't let me off. With his rising Purity, he cannot tolerate this city having two of the strongest martial artists. But that's not important. Do you know why I want you?"
Uryu roared: "How should I know what a perverted creep like you is thinking?! Tell me what you like about me, and I'll change it!"
Fisher shrugged and smiled. "The answer is simple: I don't know either. The moment my amnesiac self opened my eyes, aside from my identity, there was only the desire to possess you. Looking back, the source of this desire seems... abnormal. But what does it matter? My heart is empty. There is only a void..."
The wine was like blood, a condensation of desire. Fisher tasted it, though his mind was elsewhere.
"Who you are doesn't matter. Why I want you doesn't matter. If the satisfaction of having you can fill my hollow heart even a tiny bit—even for a single moment—that is enough. For that, I will pay any price!"
Uryu was shaken. He saw the insatiable emptiness in Fisher's eyes—like an abyss begging to be filled.
"So, don't worry about me doing anything to you just yet. Because obtaining you like this... the sense of achievement and satisfaction wouldn't be enough to satisfy me..."
To gain better satisfaction, he first had to learn patience. Hearing this, Uryu calmed down slightly, but he was soon terrified again. Fisher tossed the wine glass aside, licked his lips, and slowly untied his bathrobe, revealing his massive, muscular torso.
"Of course, tasting a small 'appetizer' before the main course... I don't think that would be a problem!"
Uryu screamed at the top of his lungs: "KUROSAKI-KUN! SAVE ME! AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Ichigo, who never failed to appear when a comrade was in danger, arrived right on time. With a deafening crash, the wall collapsed. A dump truck burst through with unprecedented violence. Along with it came a great shout:
"Fisher! Have you eaten yet? If not, take a hit of my Dump Truck Getsuga Tensho Iaijutsu!"
"What an impatient and annoying brat, always interrupting me when I'm in the mood!" Fisher, bathrobe discarded, turned calmly and reached out. He pressed his hand against the front of the truck and even had enough strength left to grab Uryu with his other hand.
The truck, solidified by Getsuga Tensho, was like a giant Zanpakuto striking with peerless force. Fisher was blasted backward, instantly smashing through the opposite wall.
In the swirling dust, Ichigo—a driver who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol but was more lawless than any drunk driver—was in a state of absolute frenzy. Crashing through Fisher's villa wasn't enough; he kept the pedal floored, vowing to grind Fisher into dust.
Amidst the roaring engine and billowing smoke, the truck tried to send Fisher to the afterlife. Unfortunately, despite the Purity buff, this was just a regular truck—not a "blessed Reincarnation Truck" from a goddess that kills on contact.
Fisher's feet dug into the ground, tearing two deep trenches into the earth. He forcibly halted the truck's momentum. With residual power in his palm, he shattered the solidified Getsuga on the truck and slammed a heavy blow toward the cab.
Ichigo let go of the steering wheel, met Fisher's palm with a punch, and used the recoil to pull Orihime out through the roof.
Without Ichigo at the wheel, the truck skidded away under Fisher's violent shove, eventually crashing into a building and stalling.
Having tanked the Dump Truck Getsuga Tensho Iaijutsu, Fisher paid a price. Blood dripped from his right hand. Yet his posture remained graceful and indifferent. He said calmly:
"If possible, kid, I'd prefer you didn't cause such a scene next time. Hitting me is fine, but if you hurt Uryu, I'll have a headache..."
Uryu, still dangling from Fisher's left hand, looked completely shaken. His expression was complex; he hadn't expected the "creep" to actually care for him this much...
Just then, Fisher added: "Every single mark on his skin must be left by me personally. Otherwise, the several warehouses full of 'toys' I prepared would go to waste."
Uryu's face instantly went stiff. He turned to Ichigo and screamed: "Kurosaki-kun! Don't worry about me! If you can't kill this pervert, please just kill me first! I'm begging you! If I go to Hell, I don't want to explain my cause of death to my Quincy ancestors!"
Ichigo landed with Orihime and said righteously, "Don't worry! As long as I'm here, those warehouses of toys will never touch you!"
Orihime was very well-behaved; she immediately scurried off to the side, leaving Ichigo and Fisher to face off.
The mysterious Supreme Chief Justice of the Fighting World, the Demon Muscle Man, appeared. Then, the ethereal and holy voice from beyond echoed through the heavens with unprecedented volume:
"In the name of the Observer, I declare: The 1st Karakura Town Strongest No-Rules Street Fighting Tournament and the 1st Battle for Uryu Ishida's Virtue begins now! Will the contestants—The Strongest Creature on Earth, Ichigo Kurosaki, and the Corrupt Politician, Grand Fisher—please step forward! Also, will contestant Fisher please hand over the tournament prize, Uryu Ishida, to the Organizing Committee for safekeeping..."
Fisher smiled and let go, allowing the Demon Muscle Man to take Uryu. He even took the time to instruct: "Keep him safe. Don't let him get scratched. I'll be needing him later."
Now that he was out of Fisher's hands, Uryu calmed down a bit. But hearing that majestic voice echo through what felt like all of Karakura Town, his expression turned sour. He looked at the mysterious Demon Muscle Man: "Could you please not shout that 'Battle for Virtue' thing so loud? You're acting like there's going to be a second one!"
At that moment, martial artists appeared from all directions, watching the two in the center with fanatical eyes. None of them noticed that some "non-martial artists" had appeared in the crowd.
A man with thick glasses, messy hair, and a warm, generous smile said to the cold, arrogant man with long hair beside him:
"Captain Kuchiki, I didn't expect the World of the Living to become so... interesting."
The cold man, Byakuya Kuchiki, didn't say much. He just looked at the Demon Muscle Man, his eyes flickering with doubt. He seemed to have thought of something but wasn't certain.
But that was just a minor interlude. Everyone's focus was on the fighters.
Fisher was composed, while Ichigo was solemn. Their auras were different, but their eyes were locked onto each other.
"The rules are simple: there are no rules. The one who lives wins. The one who dies loses. If no one dies, keep fighting. Now... begin your performance."
In the next instant, pillars of Reishi erupted from both Fisher and Ichigo. Simultaneously, they both wiped their hands across their faces. Ghostly bone masks appeared.
Their eyes met, knowing both wanted to grind the other into dust. Without a word, they went full throttle, skipping the boring testing phase and revealing their trump cards—their Second-Stage transformations.
Fisher's grin widened as he saw Ichigo's power. "Kid... you didn't disappoint me. You've also stepped into the Absolute Realm where you govern all changes within yourself. Good. Let me see the quality of your Purity with 10% of my Absolute Realm output!"
With that, the Nine-Fold Kaiser Emperor Wave was unleashed once more. Ichigo's response was a passionate roar:
"My Purity is far beyond yours! Take my Getsuga Tensho Nine-Fold Stacked Fist with 15% Absolute Realm output!"
The Nine-Fold Getsuga Stack—blatantly plagiarized—erupted from Ichigo's fist, turning into lunar fangs that devoured everything.
The two opened the battle with a clash of heavy-artillery Finishers.
End of Chapter
Like this story Leave a review ; it would really help me out a lot.
Want to Read Ahead in Advance?
Join my Patreon!
+75 Chapters
Support me in
Patreon.com/BestElysium