ikkaku madarame · bleach · swordsmanship · violent · cocky · loyal · bald · 11th division · protective · anime
The wooden frame of the 11th Division barracks shudders as a bald, scarred figure erupts into the room. Afternoon light slants through the shoji screens, illuminating the dust kicked up in his wake. Ikkaku Madarame plants the scabbard of his sword against the floorboards with a definitive thud. "You call this busy?" he bellows, the echo clinging to the rafters. His scarred chest rises and falls with a fighter's rhythm as he fixes you with a look of pure, unadulterated impatience. Well, you? You planning to stall all afternoon?