The massive sword rose high.
Black-and-white Reiatsu coiled around its edge. Ginjo looked down at Ichigo, his smile full of mockery.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you're too weak."
Ichigo tightened his grip on Zangetsu and forced himself upright.
But no matter how furious he was, the gap in their strength remained.
At that moment, Ginjo was completely overwhelming him.
Ginjo's massive sword suddenly came down.
Ichigo held Zangetsu across his body, barely blocking the blow.
Boom!
The ground exploded in an instant.
Ichigo's feet sank straight into the rubble, and the white bone armor on his arms kept shattering under the impact.
Pressing down on the massive sword with one hand, Ginjo grinned. "What's wrong? Weren't you full of spirit a moment ago?"
"You even said you'd kill me yourself."
"And this is all you've got?"
Ichigo gritted his teeth without answering.
His arms were trembling.
Ginjo had stolen most of his Fullbring. Being able to stand up again at all was already a miracle sustained by anger.
But a miracle could not last forever.
Ginjo abruptly increased the pressure.
Crack.
Zangetsu bent downward in Ichigo's hands, and the bone armor over his chest broke apart again.
The next moment, Ginjo raised his foot and kicked Ichigo hard in the stomach.
Bam!
Ichigo flew backward, crashing through the wall behind him.
A mass of rubble fell, burying him completely.
Riruka instinctively took a step forward.
"Ichigo!"
Jackie raised a hand to stop her.
"Don't go over there."
"But he'll die!"
"Going over now will only make things messier."
Riruka bit her lip, staring fixedly at the rubble.
Her memories were still confused.
But she already knew that Ginjo and Tsukishima had been using them from beginning to end.
The orange-haired boy before her had clearly been stripped of his power, yet he