As soon as he spoke, Rukia acted as if she had not heard him. After all, in her understanding, humans could not see her, so there was no need for her to pay any attention to the human before her.
But Rukia was wrong this time. Annoyed, Ichigo Kurosaki reached out to grab her.
Yet the moment he caught hold of Rukia, it felt as though he had grabbed empty air.
Ichigo Kurosaki froze slightly. I can't grab her! Is she a soul?
Ichigo Kurosaki recalled the souls he had seen before. He had been unable to touch those souls either, but once, when he had sent off a little girl's soul, some energy he had unconsciously released had allowed him to grab her.
Thinking of that, Ichigo Kurosaki instinctively controlled the energy within his body and gathered it at his fingertips.
That energy was naturally Spiritual Pressure. Unfortunately, Ichigo Kurosaki had no idea that it was Spiritual Pressure; he only knew it was a kind of energy.
The Spiritual Pressure gathered at his fingertips was like a Quincy forming a Small Heilig Pfeil, capable of absorbing Spirit Particles from the air.
"Hey, hey... hey, hey..."
Ichigo Kurosaki's fingertip pressed against Rukia's forehead. The fingertip condensed with Spirit Particles was like a sharp thorn, making Rukia feel pain.
Rukia was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Ichigo Kurosaki. "Th-this is impossible!"
Still annoyed, Ichigo Kurosaki glared at Rukia. "What do you mean, impossible? Shouldn't I be the one saying that? I was about to go to sleep, and you smashed through my window and barged in! And you acted like nothing happened! When I questioned you, you ignored me completely! Can someone who made a mistake really be this arrogant?"
His loud shout snapped Rukia out of her shock.
Rukia stared