Rukia went pale and suddenly shouted, "Ichigo, run! You can't beat him! Run!"
Young Man, You're Still Too Young
Young people rarely knew what fear was.
They thought having a sword in their hands made them invincible.
So when Kurosaki Ichigo heard that Yamabuki Chidori would be his opponent, he wasn't afraid. If anything, he was eager to fight.
"Rukia, it's fine. I'll take care of them in no time," Ichigo said.
"You..." Rukia was frantic.
Renji grinned beside her. "Rukia, want to bet on how many moves this kid can last against the Chief Strategist?"
How many moves?
If the Chief Strategist got serious, Ichigo wouldn't survive even one.
Kurosaki Ichigo had already charged.
No technique, no speed, and no strength.
Clink.
Yamabuki Chidori caught the man-sized blade lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
Terror flashed across Kurosaki Ichigo's face. He pulled with all his might, but his sword might as well have taken root in a mountain. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.
"Looks like that's all the strength you have right now." Yamabuki Chidori smiled delightedly. Bullying kids was his favorite pastime. With a slight twist of his fingers, he snapped the greatsword.
Kurosaki Ichigo stared at Yamabuki Chidori as though questioning everything he knew.
Yamabuki Chidori's hand came to rest lightly against his stomach.
In an instant, a hole was blasted through Kurosaki Ichigo's abdomen!
"Pfft!"
Blood poured from Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth.
"Ichigo! Chief Strategist, he has nothing to do with this! He's a victim too! I'll take full responsibility!" Rukia cried.
There was a hole in Kurosaki Ichigo's stomach, but his mind remained painfully clear.
Am I going to die here?
Just as Yamabuki Chidori was about to go over and toy with Ichigo some more, a woman's voice rang out in