The Unforgiven in Shinigami, Chapter Twelve: Be My Son. This is Ichigo Kurosaki's first time killing someone.
In the past, when he wandered around, he would kill Void creatures in the wilderness or repel hostile people.
This time it was a case of killing in a fit of rage.
"Ha ha."
Ichigo Kurosaki gasped for breath, but he didn't regret his decision.
This kind of scum deserves to die.
He disdainfully tossed the tongue he was holding into the grass, and began to walk back, choosing not to run.
The Reiatsu I just used was too much.
He had to withstand the explosion while simultaneously turning his knife to escape.
Ichigo Kurosaki felt physically and mentally exhausted, and a deep sense of confusion arose in his mind: Why was this happening?
Even though there were Hollows lurking nearby, the people didn't unite; it could be said that they were afraid of attracting an attack from a colossal Hollow.
The massacre of an entire village is simply incomprehensible.
Putting aside the apparent dangers, the world's ecological environment has not deteriorated to the point where people need to fight over land.
However, some people still insist on competing and grabbing, simply to demonstrate their power?
As Ichigo Kurosaki gripped his sword and stepped out of the forest, he saw familiar houses and people, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.
For the first time, he felt that this dilapidated-looking mobile Spiritual Power -powered house was actually quite cool.
Ichigo!
Hun rushed over anxiously, asking with concern, "Are you alright? You look badly injured."
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Soul."
Ichigo Kurosaki continued forward, reaching the crimson wall, and looked up, asking, "Mr. Shiraishi, if Aizen is defeated, will the world return to normal?"
Shiraishi sat on the edge of the turret, his feet dangling over the edge. "You'll have to find the answer yourself."
Of course.
Standing atop the semi-circular turret, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto offered a different answer, "I will restore the world to its original order."
The Seireitei was destroyed, so let it be rebuilt.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto wasn't unfamiliar with starting businesses. Back when Seireitei was penniless, it was he who set it up, which led to the Seireitei's later scale and order.
The world is the same today.
"Really? Then I'll give it a try."
Ichigo Kurosaki lowered his head, thinking about the tragedy inside the cave. How desperate must those people have felt when that scumbag tortured and killed them?
The mother's reaction to her son's death...
His eyes were lowered.
After reclaiming the Quincy powers that belonged to his mother, he had one more thing to do: defeat Aizen.
"Young people are free to do what they want, but they must also bear the consequences."
Shiraishi said with a smile that he still admired Ichigo Kurosaki quite a bit. Just to what extent?
He really wanted to say Whitebeard's classic line, "Be my son."
However, there's a high probability of rejection.
He was too lazy to say anything, and turned his head to say, " Orihime- chan~ come and help Ichigo with his treatment."
"Okay," Orihime Inoue replied from afar, planting the shovel in the ground. She turned and ran back to the front of the house to begin her healing, saying, " Sōten Kisshun, I refuse."
This wasn't the first time Ichigo Kurosaki had been healed, but he was still amazed by the ability. Not only did his wounds heal, but his Shihakushō was also restored to its original state, with no blood visible, returning him directly to his pre-battle appearance.
"Wow, Inoue, that's amazing! Your ability is incredible!"
"Hehe, that's all I can do."
Orihime Inoue smiled. Her confidence in healing was as strong as her culinary skills; she believed she was second to none.
Ichigo Kurosaki looked up and said, "Mr. Shiraishi, let's continue training. During the battle just now, I felt the power of Zangetsu flowing into my body."
"No problem."
Shiraishi leaped off the edge of the turret, drew his Zanpakuto from his waist, and said, "Attack!"
Ichigo Kurosaki a deep breath, kicked forward, and before he arrived, Zangetsu was thrown out first.
Shiraishi nimbly turned to avoid Zangetsu, the golden blade slashing towards Ichigo. He abruptly crouched down, tightening the bandage, and Zangetsu slashed diagonally downwards.
The timing was perfect.
In just a few days, their strength has shown such a leap.
Shiraishi had to admit, his aptitude was excellent; he sheathed his sword and instead parried Zangetsu.
Bang.
The clash of the twin swords unleashed Reiatsu that whipped up Orihime Inoue's hair like a hurricane.
Her eyes were full of tenderness. Kurosaki- kun is really strong to be able to cheer up so quickly.
Unlike her, who felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of the cave, worrying about Zuellni in the distance, her brother, and Tatsuki.
What if they also encountered this kind of unreasonable, barbaric violence?
The thought alone is terrifying.
But she also understood her brother's intention in having her follow Mr. Shiraishi and the others.
That is, we hope that her abilities can help, so that the world can return to the way it used to be as soon as possible.
Only in this way can Zuellni achieve true safety.
Orihime Inoue a deep breath, stopped reading, and turned back to digging her own hole.
That intimidating-looking burly man was also helping out here.
The two worked together to dig the pit, and she used the power of the Sōten Kisshun to restore the mangled body. The person could not be brought back to life, but at least he could be buried intact.
Those shredded into minced meat had no choice but to be buried with the remains.
Semi-circular mounds stand in the mountains, their names unknown, and therefore without tombstones.
Orihime Inoue her hands together and, like a church pastor, prayed for these people.
The tall, muscular man sat on the ground, picked up a guitar that didn't fit his size, and used his thick fingers to play a mournful tune, followed by a low-pitched English song.
He possesses an artistic air that contrasts with his outward appearance.
When the song ended, Orihime Inoue was in tears. She was a sensitive person and easily empathized with others.
Overwhelmed by this sorrowful melody, I could no longer hold back my tears.
Yasutora Sado put the guitar back in its case and got up to leave.
An elderly man with a long beard stopped him. " Yasutora Sado, my name is Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."
"What do you need me for?"
Yasutora Sado asked a question.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto countered, "Where do you want to go next?"
Yasutora Sado answered truthfully, "Find the colossal Hollows and destroy them."
"Oh, eliminating the Hollows, huh? That's our goal too. How about we go together?"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto extended an invitation, expressing his desire to rebuild the Seireitei and stating that the more fighting force the better.
Yasutora Sado's character and strength make him worthy of being courted.
Yasutora Sado and said, "Sorry, I'm not used to traveling with others."
"You're satisfied with your current strength? That's a bit like being a frog in a well. Don't you want to become stronger?"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto opened his narrowed eyes, and a powerful Reiatsu instantly assaulted Yasutora Sado.
"!" His pupils widened; just a moment ago, it felt as if all his strength had been sucked away, making even standing up difficult.
This old man is no ordinary person!
"How so? In this world, to achieve justice, one must possess power."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto extended his hand, "Come with us."
"Um."
Yasutora Sado extended his hand.