Under the cover of night, three figures faced off.
Wild, tangible spiritual pressure swirled around the silver-haired boy, bearing down with overwhelming force until the air itself seemed to freeze.
"A Quincy? The son of the criminal Isshin Shiba?"
Before Su Feng could act up, Toshiro Hitsugaya stepped forward first, his right hand resting on the Zanpakuto strapped across his back, his expression stern.
"Your father, Isshin Shiba, violated the laws of Soul Society..."
Before he could finish, Ichigo impatiently cut him off. "I'm not interested in fighting an elementary school kid. Bring out the guy behind you."
Toshiro Hitsugaya instantly flew into a rage. Veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth.
"I am the captain of the Tenth Division, Toshiro Hitsugaya!"
"Not the elementary school kid you keep calling me!!"
His violent spiritual pressure surged outward. In an instant, the temperature on the street plummeted, as though summer had abruptly become winter.
Ichigo's breathing stopped, surprise flashing through his eyes. "C-Captain of the Tenth Division?"
"Soul Society actually lets a minor become a captain? Have their talents withered to such a degree?"
The repeated provocations filled Toshiro Hitsugaya with unprecedented humiliation. His tangible ice-blue spiritual pressure shot skyward, forming a pillar of light that scattered the clouds overhead.
Seeing his opponent erupt completely, Ichigo put away his contempt and tightly gripped the black Reishi Bow in his right hand.
A Shinigami even stronger than Renji Abarai... was this what a captain of Soul Society was like?
His gaze turned deep and solemn as he locked onto the small figure before him, his fighting spirit rising higher and higher.
No matter what, he would not let them take his dad away.
"Passing Shinigami powers on to a human is a grave taboo in Soul Society."
Toshiro Hitsugaya