Chapter 6: Nameless Dream.

Chapter 6: Nameless Dream.

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[Adam POV]

I continued to train under Brain, and while having unlocked my magic had brought a sense of hope I had once deemed lost, my life continued to be difficult.

I was nonetheless more determined than ever. I could feel something in my blade, something growing stronger with each passing day.

As for my torturer, well, he was disappointed, so far my blade was just that, a blade, a very sharp blade that could cut through rocks and fend off some of his attacks.

But other than that. It did nothing. Brain blamed this on me, saying I was a late bloomer, but that my magic power alone compensated for my lack of talent.

I couldn't give a fat frog's ass about his opinion. I knew I was getting stronger, and even though I didn't show massive progress, I could feel my power increase now that I was getting in tune with it.

I still hadn't figured out what kind of power I had, but I knew it was something special.

It would even come to me in dreams, a voice whispering that soon it would all be over, that soon I would have the power to break my chains.

I didn't recognize the voice of whoever appeared in my dreams, not even the appearance. It looked like a woman, beautiful, elegant, yet dangerous. Her eyes looked at me with kindness, with a tenderness I hadn't seen in a while, yet I did not know her.

But she seemed to know me.

It was strange.

I could feel I knew her name. But every time I felt close to remembering her name, I would wake up.

I was happy about those dreams, they were better than the nightmares. Much, much better.

"Six months and all you can do is use your blade like a common blade," Brain said as he looked at me with a condescending smile pasted on his face.

I glared at him.

"Yet somehow your magic power is increasing. You keep surprising me, you're both completely mundane, below average, and a prodigy at the same time," Brain chuckled, sending a few blasts of energy my way, both of which I managed to parry at the nick of time with my katana.

"I'm happy to be of service," I replied, my hands shaking after having parried the attacks. The fact that I could block or parry some of his attacks now didn't mean they didn't ring anymore.

I still felt pain when I blocked them, it was just considerably less pain for me if I blocked them, instead of letting them hit.

"As you wish, Brain," I nodded, bowing a bit, just as he had instructed me to do, or there would be consequences.

"And as always, remember. Tomorrow's training will be twice as hard as today, so you either swim or sink," Brain said, as I started to walk back to my heavily surveilled room to wait for the medics.

As I walked or rather stumbled out of the training grounds, I could feel my blade vibrating ever so slightly in concern and anger, I could tell it wanted to know something, but alas our connection had yet to grow to the level where I could actually talk to it.

I could feel its general emotions now, rather easily if I could say so myself, to the point I could keep a semblance of conversation with my blade, but beyond that, I hadn't progressed much.

"One day at a time," I muttered, as I finally reached my room, struggling to open the door from how tired I was. Even walking right now felt like a Herculean feat.

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[Unknown POV]

Ōetsu Nimaiya is one the strongest Shinigami to have ever lived, being the one credited with having created the Zanpakutō, something that even the Soul King recognized as a significant contribution to Soul Society, hence his eventual promotion to the Royal Guard.

His life in the Royal Guard wasn't without its bits of randomness, so all and all, Nimaiya couldn't complain about his life.

However, as unpredictable as the life of a Royal Guard was, some things couldn't be rationalized.

"Nimaiya," Ichibe called, walking towards his companion with a jolly smile. But don't let this fool you, Ichibe may appear as a loving monk, ready to embrace anyone who needs a warm hug, but in truth, he's known as the cruelest and most evil Shinigami to have ever lived. The Monk Who Calls the Real Name.

"Hey what up yo!" Nimaiya greeted Ichibe, turning around to strike a cool pose. "What brings you to my crib man?"

Ichibe chuckled, paying Nimaiya's antics no heed. "Well, you see. I'm most curious about something that happened a few months ago now. You remember that Asauchi you created, the one you said was your special little baby?"

"Hell yeah," Nimaiya nodded. "How could I forget, I put a lot of love into that blade. Besides, don't you remember my nickname? The blade guy! I always remember my babies, each and every single one of them before they take form."

"Hahaha, how could I forget you say? I gave you that title!" Ichibe guffawed, slapping Nimaiya on his back. "The thing I wanted to inquire about, is that that particular blade is no longer anywhere in the soul society."

Nimaiya frowned. "That can't be my man, the only ones that use those blades are our friends and lackeys of the Gotei 13! Yeah!"

Ichibe chuckled, rubbing his long beard. "Well, that's exactly what happened. As soon as I named the blade, it disappeared out of my reach."

Nimaiya frowned again, this time in a serious tone. "You think that bastard has anything to do with this?"

Ichibe shook his head with a booming laugh. "Not at all. If anything, the one that has something to do with it, is our King! But still, he hasn't interacted with anything, since the creation of the world as we know it. So, yeah, I find it rather odd."

Nimaiya hummed. "When I was making that Asauchi, I felt compelled to make it extra sharp, and extra durable. I felt it was my muse of some kind as I worked on it."

Ichibe remained silent for a few moments, as he pondered about what Nimaiya had said. "Now that you say it, I did feel like giving this blade really awesome names." At this Ichibe sighed. "I suppose it's out of our hands now. I do hope however to one day figure out what happened."

Nimaiya shrugged. "I will be hella honest man, I don't care as long as my baby is in good hands, fuck yeah!"