On the street, reflected in his pupils.
The person he knew best had fallen to their knees, drenched in blood, their eyes stripped of their former light.
The sight deeply jolted Ichigo, who stood rooted in place. His pupils contracted sharply, his expression blank with shock, as if his entire world had collapsed.
"Urrraaaaaah!!"
A heart-rending roar erupted from his throat. Endless black-and-red Spiritual Pressure seeped from his pores, a gale rising as a savage aura swept through the street.
A grotesque white fluid spilled from his neck, crawling and clinging to his cheeks like a living creature until it covered his face, already shrouded in black and red.
His black eyes flooded with violent gold, punctuated by a single dot of pure black.
A bone-white mask rapidly enveloped Ichigo's face, several red stripes spreading across it as his aura became increasingly terrifying.
"Hey, hey, Ichigo!"
Renji Abarai's pupils shook as he roared, trying to awaken what little reason Ichigo had left.
But with the death of a loved one driving him on, Ichigo had long cast everything irrelevant from his mind.
Only one thought remained in him now—
Kill the man before him!
Tangible black-and-red Spiritual Pressure battered the shattered ground around them without restraint. Countless rocks and clods of dirt were hurled into the air, while his roars began to overlap.
Under the influence of his Spiritual Pressure, the Quincy Cross in Ichigo's hand changed once more. Black-red mingled with deep blue, forming the shape of a manji, while a pure black blade extended from its center.
Without the slightest hesitation, instinct drove him to attack Su Feng again.
Learning without instruction, Ichigo leaped into the air and slashed down fiercely. Black-and-red Spiritual Pressure wrapped around the blade, tearing the air apart with an explosive shriek.
His wild,