Capítulo 100: Routine
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 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)...)
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