Chapter 11: Uncertainty.

Chapter 11: Uncertainty.

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I dreamed.

In the dream, I have my Zanpakuto in my hands.

I'm not even sure what I'm doing, or where I am.

All I know is that the scenery in front of me is changing at a frightening speed.

I feel uncertain.

I feel doubt.

And then, the dream stops.

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[Adam POV - Inner World.]

The moment my dream stopped a strange sense of awareness came over me, the kind of awareness anyone would subconsciously connect to being awake.

Though, I wasn't sure being awake was the right term right now.

I wasn't in the guild, in the room Makarov had given me until I could get something of my own.

No, I find myself in a completely white world.

I remembered my inner world being similar to Ichigo's.

Perhaps it had changed?

But that wasn't normal, was it?

"I wonder wh--" I stopped mid-sentence, realizing something. My voice, it was deeper, and it sounded just like it had before I had reincarnated.

Taken back by this revelation, I looked down at my body, revealing that not only my voice had changed, but my body as well.

I looked exactly how I used to look before I died.

"It's one of those dreams, is it?" I muttered out loud, suddenly realizing I wasn't alone anymore.

My Zanpakuto had appeared in the middle of this world of white nothingness.

"Depressing, isn't it?" Zanryuzuki's lips pulled into a thin line as she gazed out at the white sky. She turned to me and her eyes seemed to ask a question.

I didn't know what to answer.

I didn't even expect her to see me like this like I used to be.

Zanryuzuki turned her head up to look at the sky, her long dark hair falling over her back like a curtain. Her voice was soft but heavy with emotion. "I already knew about your past life."

I suppose that is to be expected. Zanpakutos are supposed to know their masters better than they know themselves.

Zanryuzuki paused and slowly turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were intense, almost piercing. "Did you know that a Zanpakuto is actually stronger before it gains its name?"

I... that can't be, can it?

A blade without a name is just that, a blade.

Zanryuzuki's eyes softened, and a faint smile formed on her lips as she noticed my confusion. She gestured slowly with her hands as if to emphasize her point. "Asauchi are actually the ultimate Zanpakutō, for they have the potential to become anything. Whether that anything is something powerful or not depends on the Shinigami. That is the reason why Shinigami in training must spend their every waking moment with their own Asauchi, so they slowly and methodically imprint the essence of their soul into their Asauchi. This is how they guide and mold their own unique Zanpakutō"

It wasn't like I could just stop seeing myself as I have for most of my life.

As I pondered over this dilemma, the sounds of shouting and clanging could be heard from down in the guild hall. The voices and noises became increasingly louder as the seconds passed and their friendly squabble intensified.

I might as well eat something before I start asking myself the questions that have haunted many philosophers throughout the ages.

Pushing the covers of my bed aside, I jumped out of the bed and walked to the door.

The moment I opened the door a wave of noise filled my ears. Downstairs the guildhall was alive with people clashing most of them laughing as they did so, while others shouted encouragement to their partners.

Amidst the chaos, the only one that wasn't smiling was, who I could see was about to lose his patience.

It was only a matter of time before he went full Giant on them to scold them for their behavior.

Mapping the best path to avoid getting hit by someone in an accident, I descended through the staircase of the guildhall and approached the bar where a woman, the barmaid, was cleaning the glasses.

Waving at her, I took a seat and asked her if she had anything available for breakfast, and if she was allowed to give me some.

She smiled at me nodding before opening a small wooden window in the wall, where she pulled out a platter of oatmeal with diced fruit sprinkled on top.

"A healthy breakfast for a growing mage." The woman said, reaching for my face with her hands with a motherly smile, her eyes twinkling with affection, before going back to work, but not without giving both of my cheeks a pinch before releasing me.

I wonder why adults always do that to kids.

I never felt the need to do that.

A few meters away, I could as Makarov's face turned beet red with fury and his voice boomed through the room. He pounded one of his fists against the wooden table as he shouted, his body growing in size, "ENOUGH!"

The fight came to a complete stop, I guess they know when to stop.

"Hey don't be mad Master. It's bad for your age."

That voice, Gildarts.

I blinked, that didn't compute at all. If Gildarts were to have been in that fight I would've woken up covered in debris, or dead.

The guy is so destructive that Magnolia decided it was best to completely rebuild and make a mechanical system so that when he arrives they can minimize how much he destroys.

Confused, I turned around only to find Gildarts setting a table behind me.

When in the fuck did he get there?

"Morning kiddo," Gildarts waved at me, noticing I was looking at him.

"You were there all this time?" I asked.

"No, the chair summoned me from the depths abyss," Gildarts replied with a grin. "You tell me brat, was I here or not? Maybe your magic is not seeing things, like the price of things."

Oh, I see, so that's how we're going to play this. Okay, two can play that game.

"Maybe," I smiled, turning on the innocent charm up to a thousand. "But that's water under the bridge? So tell me? Did you sleep well, dad?"

Gildarts reaction to this was a full-body twitch. "You said I wasn't your dad yesterday, brat."

I looked down as sad as I could. "Because I knew you didn't want me, you left mom, and you left me. But that's okay."

Gildarts twitched once again, and now the entire guild was muttering under their breath how bad of a father he was, that they never expected Gildarts of all people to be so rotten.

"Who said that?!" Gildarts barked, looking around the crowd. "I dare you to say it in my face!"

"I can't believe... Have I taught you nothing? You never abandon your children, son," Makarov said, his eyes looking down in sadness and disappointment.

Though I could see the mischievousness shining through the old wizard.

He was playing along with me.

Seeing Gildarts panic, I grinned before going back to my oatmeal.