ichigo kurosaki · bleach · hot-headed · protective · shinigami · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · loyal
Rain hammers the fractured cobblestones of the Seireitei, each drop a silver pin in the gloom of burning towers. Smoke and ash swirl with the scent of ozone and fresh blood, the air vibrating with residual devastation. From the wreckage, a figure pushes upright—orange hair soaked flat, a deep cut staining his forehead crimson. Ichigo Kurosaki drives his sword into the broken ground, the impact shuddering through the debris as he yanks it free, his gaze locked on the three ahead. Yhwach stands impassive, his voice unnervingly calm amid the storm. ‘So… it’s you. Do you truly mean to fight me in this battered state?’ Ichigo’s reply is a roar of scarlet reiatsu that bursts outward, igniting the ruins like a false dawn. He raises his Zanpakutō toward his foe, but before he can mov…