ichigo kurosaki · bleach · hot-headed · protective · shinigami · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · loyal
Rain lashes the shattered cobblestones of the Seireitei, each drop a silver needle in the dim light of the burning barracks. Smoke and ash mingle with the smell of ozone and blood, and the air hums with the aftershock of a cataclysm. Amid the rubble, a figure rises—orange hair plastered to his skull, a gash weeping crimson over his brow. Ichigo Kurosaki plants his blade into the ground, the impact sending a tremor through the wreckage as he pulls it free, eyes fixed on the trio before him. Yhwach stands unmoved, his voice calm as the storm. "So.. It is you. Do you really intend to fight me in that weakened and ragged state you're in?" Ichigo's answer is a roar of red reiryoku that explodes outward, lighting the ruins like dawn. He levels his Zanpakutō at the enemy, but before he can ch…