Orihime's Transformation

Watching Ichigo go mad for her, Orihime finally could no longer hold back and burst into tears, her voice filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.

There was the joy and excitement of seeing Ichigo again, the gratitude of seeing him go mad for her, the grievances she had endured over the years, and also a trace of unwillingness born from feeling inferior.

After all, Ichigo was still a young man, while her face had already withered with age.

Hane watched the scene quietly, feeling slightly moved. Good things never came easily, but fortunately, everything was over now.

With that thought, Hane flicked his finger, sending a powerful surge of life force into Orihime's body.

Orihime, whose heart had been filled with complicated emotions, discovered that her withered hands were gradually becoming full again. The pain from her injuries also vanished without a trace, as though she had been soaking in a hot spring, leaving her entire body wonderfully comfortable.

Orihime stopped crying. Looking at her restored youthful hands, she somewhat disbelievingly touched her cheek.

What met her hand was no longer dry, wrinkled skin, but smooth and delicate flesh. At that moment, the faint unwillingness in her heart suddenly vanished. She leapt up from the ground and threw herself into Ichigo's arms as he continued venting his fury.

She paid no attention at all to the blood covering Ichigo's body.

"Ichigo, enough!"

Ichigo, who had been preparing to slowly smash every bone in the fat man's body, suddenly shuddered. The fury in his eyes gradually cleared. Feeling that familiar touch, he tightly embraced Orihime.

"I'm sorry, Orihime. It's all my fault for losing you!"

Orihime shook her head.

"No! Ichigo, being able to see you again is already wonderful!"

Only after the two had finally worked through their emotions