The Shinigami in the Unforgiven, Chapter 18: Ichigo Without Getsuga Tenshō is Not the Complete Ichigo (Bang).
The Mobile Spiritual Power-Driven House stopped moving, its four steel claws bent, and the front half of the bronze body touched the ground.
A lithe figure leaped out of the window and began running forward, completely ignoring the aloofness outside.
She breathed out a chilling white aura as she ran to Rukia's side. " Kuchiki, aren't Shinigami our comrades? Why are you arguing with Kurosaki?"
Rukia watched the two fighting and shook her head, saying, "I don't know, it could be a trial given by Captain Shiraishi."
"Idiot," the tall Rin Kunieda said, turning and leaving.
" Kunieda, aren't you going to stay and watch?"
"Are you all idiots? How could Renji possibly lose to that brat? This fight is pointless. Let's go back."
Rin Kunieda walked towards the mountain gate without looking back.
"Oh well, Orihime- chan, come visit me sometime later, I'll take you to a great place~"
"Hehe." Orihime Inoue an awkward laugh. She was quite troubled by this person, feeling that he didn't just want to be friends with Tatsuki like he did, but that there was something deeper going on.
She didn't dare to think too deeply about what it meant, feeling that it was too early for a fifteen-year-old girl to be thinking about such things.
She turned her gaze forward.
It's too dark here to see their faces clearly. We can only judge who Kurosaki is and who the Shinigami is by the burst of Reiatsu.
"Hang in there, Kurosaki- kun," Orihime Inoue murmured, her hands clenching tightly, hoping he wouldn't get hurt again.
Perhaps it was because I was too weak, but seeing Kurosaki constantly fighting and getting injured, I even had the thought of simply slowing down the treatment.
If he doesn't recover so quickly, Kurosaki won't have to engage in high-intensity battles and keep getting injured.
He fought with Mr. Shiraishi and with Chad, and each time he ended up covered in bruises.
Even though this idea is wrong, it still keeps making tempting noises in my mind.
boom!
The earth splattered, and sparks from the blade vanished in the darkness in an instant. Ichigo Kurosaki a step back and shouted, "Hey, you're not even using your Shikai? Are you just waiting to be defeated and using not using Shikai as an excuse?"
"Little brat."
Renji Abarai jumped backward.
"Are you scared?" Ichigo Kurosaki, carrying his sword.
Renji Abarai said coldly, "There are many kinds of Shikai abilities. You better keep your eyes wide open, don't blink, stay alert. A moment's relaxation will leave you severely injured and on the verge of death."
At this point, he raised his sword and struck the same strange pose he had when he first swung it, "Roar, Zabimaru!"
It's here!
As Ichigo Kurosaki focused his attention, the silver-white blade loomed close, and he instinctively Zangetsu in front of him.
The surging force made it difficult for him to stand firmly on the ground, and he could only watch helplessly as the distance between him and Renji Abarai widened.
With the pressure gone, Ichigo Kurosaki sigh of relief.
Renji Abarai leaped high into the air, Zabimaru lashed downwards like a whip.
Ichigo Kurosaki quickly leaped to the side and simultaneously kicked off, charging forward to attack Renji Abarai as the blade fell.
"Too inexperienced." Renji Abarai twisted the hilt of his sword, and the downward slash instead became a sweeping motion.
Ichigo Kurosaki was now unable to dodge and was forced to block the fang-shaped blade in the middle. The tip of the blade spun back like a venomous snake with its mouth open, biting hard into his shoulder.
Fresh blood gushed out.
"Ugh." Ichigo Kurosaki groaned, his hand gripping the sword trembling, like prey caught in a snake's bite, unable to move.
An indescribable fear gripped my limbs.
This is an experience you can't get even by fighting against Mr. Shiraishi, Chad, Rukia.
"Boring," Renji Abarai muttered, pulling his hand back. The Zabimaru slung away from Ichigo Kurosaki's shoulder, shrinking back to its normal length. "I thought you were a more principled guy."
The result is all talk; all I see in your knife is fear.
"If you're afraid of getting hit while dodging and afraid of hitting others while attacking, then just give up the fight and find a safe place to sleep."
Renji Abarai turned away, no longer wanting to continue the fight.
Ichigo Kurosaki gasped for breath, the cold wind seeping in through the wound on his shoulder, lowering the temperature of his blood.
Thinking of Renji Abarai's words and watching his retreating figure into the darkness, Ichigo Kurosaki suddenly felt that if he stopped here, he would truly never be able to move forward again.
"Stop."
"I should have said it before, based on you..."
Renji Abarai's anal contraction.
Ichigo Kurosaki had already rushed in front of him, his face showing no more hesitation, even his sword was filled with determination.
The Reiatsu is on a completely different level than before.
A flash of pale blue light.
Renji Abarai Shunpo to move away.
The strike cleaved the ground, creating a bottomless abyss.
Ichigo Kurosaki twisted his foot, gripped his sword with both hands, and aimed it at Renji Abarai's direction, unleashing another long-range, pale blue crescent-shaped slash.
Renji Abarai flung the Zabimaru out, causing it to crash into the crescent-shaped slash. The front of the blade was deflected, and the white rope in the middle was torn apart.
A crescent-shaped slash closed in on him.
A beam of blue-white light fell from the mountaintop, slicing through the darkness and striking the crescent-shaped slash.
Shiraishi landed on the ground, reaching out to grab a fragment of the slash, from which he could sense Ichigo's Reiatsu intensity.
In this Shikai state, her Reiatsu is no less than Soi Fon's.
Getsuga Tenshō
He had always wanted Ichigo Kurosaki to use it, but he had never succeeded. It was only by chance that Renji Abarai managed to do so.
The Fairy Tree Romance
" Captain Shiraishi." Renji Abarai looked somewhat ashamed.
"Hmph, Serves you right for being careless. You didn't even use your Bankai. You think you're so strong?"
Shiraishi reprimanded him.
Renji Abarai was speechless.
Ichigo Kurosaki stepped forward and said, "Mr. Shiraishi."
" Ichigo, you did very well. That slash was beautiful. To be able to do that without Bankai proves you've gotten stronger."
Shiraishi showed a satisfied expression. He had mastered Getsuga Tenshō; the next step was Bankai.
"I'm still far from good enough." Ichigo Kurosaki recalled the light from just now; from such a distance, it shattered his attack in a single move.
The strength of the person before me is truly unfathomable.
"Mr. Shiraishi, when shall we depart? Or shall we stay here for a few more days?"
"It won't take that long, half an hour will do, I need to catch up with some friends."
A hint of embarrassment flashed in Shiraishi's eyes. Well, it had been too long since he had honed his skills, so he was progressing a bit too quickly.
"..."
At the summit, Isane Kotetsu reached down and touched his thigh, where he could feel the traces of Shiraishi.
How should I put it? Her intense internal struggle lasted less than a minute.
Everything is over.
Contrary to her expectations, it was on her thighs pressed together.
It stopped after a few strokes.
The quantity was quite large; my thighs were covered in it when I touched them.
" Isane."
Shiraishi crawled back under the covers, hugged her, and said indignantly, "This time I'm going to prove my stamina."
She stammered, "But... but you said you wouldn't do anything."
"Woof!" he barked and pounced on it.