"So... you'd just gotten back and hadn't even gone home before running over here?"
Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth twitched slightly. Normally, after being away from home for over half a year, with your daughter having gone from one year old to two, shouldn't the first thing you did be rush home and hug her?
Wu Biao, sitting at the dining table, looked up. "Her dad had been out having fun for so long. Now that he's back, of course he had to bring his daughter some toys. That dump Soul Society doesn't have any toys at all."
"...Uh, that's true."
"Where are Yuzu Kurosaki and Xia Li?" Wu Biao asked, wrinkling his nose.
Kurosaki Ichigo smiled. "It's still the school term. Of course the two of them have gone to school."
"Huh? Then why aren't you in school?"
"Brother Biao, Orihime and I told you a year ago, didn't we? We've both already graduated." Inoue Orihime emerged from the kitchen in an apron, placing two pots of curry rice before Wu Biao.
"Honestly, Brother Biao, you're not getting any younger. It's about time you settled down. Stop acting like some hot-blooded youngster who only thinks about fighting, fighting, fighting all day long."
Kurosaki Ichigo shook his head with a bitter smile. Nineteen-year-old Ichigo looked far more mature now, both in appearance and mannerisms. Especially after shaving off his bangs, he seemed even steadier.
"Did a donkey kick you in the head? What the hell does craving a fight have to do with age?" Wu Biao shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth and rolled his eyes at Kurosaki Ichigo and Inoue Orihime. "My wife is over two thousand years old and still yells about chopping people up all day. Doesn't that dumbass Kenpachi Zaraki keep looking for you to fight