Isshin Kurosaki was both proud of his son's accomplishments and worried that such a spectacle might be too ostentatious and invite unnecessary trouble.
"Of course it's not a dream, dear Masaki."
He spoke softly to his wife beside him, uncertainty lingering in his tone.
"But did that brat Ichigo make this himself? What is he trying to do? Announce his identity? That little bastard really knows how to make people worry."
Isshin Kurosaki muttered under his breath. Of course, he knew that aside from his son, Ichigo Kurosaki, who else could create such a magnificent sight in the New World?
But he did not want his son to become arrogant and complacent because of this, forgetting his original aspirations and mission.
Masaki Kurosaki gently took her husband's hand, her eyes shining with trust and pride in their son. "Isshin, you should trust Ichigo. He has his own thoughts and judgment."
Isshin Kurosaki sighed. He knew his wife was right, but the worry in his heart was difficult to calm.
He was afraid that his son would lose himself in such external glory and forget why he had first sought power—to protect his family and friends.
Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out by his ear. "Dad, don't talk nonsense. I didn't do this."
Isshin Kurosaki froze and looked around, yet saw no sign of his son.
Only then did he realize that Ichigo Kurosaki's voice had been transmitted through some special means rather than coming from him standing here in person.
This extraordinary ability made him marvel inwardly. His son's growth had far exceeded his imagination.
The enormous screen in the sky had begun playing footage, scenes from Ichigo Kurosaki's journey of growth.
From waking up and groggily heading to school, to