Rumble, rumble~~
"Baldy, why can you hold out for less and less time? What's the deal with three seconds?"
Amid the thunderous explosion, a furious curse came from the billowing dust:
"Are you even a man?"
"..."
Ichigo Kurosaki stared at the girl before him. She had golden hair tied into two upward-pointing braids, deep coffee-colored eyes, a pair of fangs, and the appearance of a middle schooler. Veins bulged on her forehead.
He wanted to defend himself, but he had no idea what to say...
More importantly...
She was telling the truth.
"You're so noisy, idiot!!"
"Heh-heh. Is that the only thing you know how to say?"
The fanged girl spoke with a mocking look, making Ichigo grind his teeth. He almost wanted to use his Zanpakuto to file down her two fangs.
These people...
They called themselves the Visored.
The last time he had fought that guy called Grimmjow, the pure-white version of himself that had appeared during his battle with Kenpachi had appeared again.
And unlike last time, when it had merely fought him inside his body...
The moment it appeared, it had seized control of his body!
Although that was also what allowed him to survive Grimmjow's attack.
Afterward, these people who called themselves the Visored had sought him out and asked him to join their group.
Ichigo had initially refused, but just one day later, he discovered that rapid changes were taking place within him.
He could even vaguely sense...
That something inside him was rapidly growing stronger, merging with him step by step. But in Ichigo's eyes, it was devouring him.
The feeling was incredibly strange. Even when facing Uncle Zangetsu, he had never felt this kind of fusion, as if that thing and he had originally been one.
It had even caused him