ICHIGO KUROSAKI

i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!

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Ichigo had dealt with a fair share of his own bad weather over the years that he had been alive. Bad weather usually didn't mean that one would have to leave the likes of a territory or have to worry about their own survival. Ichigo had heard about groups staying with other groups during times of horrible conditions before they would return back and see what the damage that had been done to their home. The clan that Ichigo had lead never really had that problem before and the wildcat had no reason to think that this place was going to have terrible weather anytime soon either. Ichigo already hated the ocean enough and did his best to try and avoid the boardwalk as much as possible. The clan that he had once lead also left near the ocean, and they never had to deal with anything drastic. And if they did, it would probably only last a couple of days before disappearing completely. The Shinigami knew that they had also been busy dealing with other threats that were in the area rather than mother nature itself. After the issue with all the ghosts that were walking around, the Shinigami figured that everything would settle down for a little bit before everything went to shit again. Ichigo had a feeling that with all the sudden disappearance of the ghosts, it could stem to a larger evil spirit to come looking for something to eat, and he knew that he was on the menu. He also knew that his granddaughter was on the menu as well if he continued to remain too close to her, but he had yet to see the other since the last time he was around the Typhoon. At least he believed that to be the place, he was terrible when it came to names usually. His body was almost completely perfect dealing with different kinds of weather, rain, snow, and cold weather included. He didn't mind being completely drenched, as it was more of a slight annoyance than anything.

Although, if anyone had half of a mind, they would know that standing in the rain was a quick way of getting sick. The wildcat didn't think that it would be common for the likes of him to have a regular illness, as the last time he had been sick he had been infected with an evil spirit of sorts. Now he wasn't dealing with that anymore and was surviving in a place that he wasn't really ready to call home yet. He still barely knew anyone that was around. The swordsman made sure to stay away from the boardwalk, or the entire ocean itself. No one would even be remotely capable of getting him near it even if they tried. He flicked the black tip of his tail as he listened to the rain hit his armor. He would occasionally stop to take shelter underneath a tree, as he wasn't about to dare go up to the mountains. He hated the mountains. Ichigo did like to check up near the boardwalk in case anything needed to be done during the breaks that he took with training. It only took him a couple minutes walking through muddy and half sunken grass to make his way toward the ocean and realize that it wasn't all as great as it seemed. Oh. That didn't look very good now, did it? Ichigo began to quicken his pace, noticing familiar souls that were off in the distance, before stopping near the edge of the structure, and remaining a good distance from the water still. At least he was close enough to hear other's talking and close enough for others to hear him as well. From the looks of it, the structure could potentially fall at any moment and he doubted anyone wanted to be inside when that happened. "Maybe building on the ocean wasn't the best of ideas. Everyone should get ready to move in case these places collapse." Ichigo called over toward the group. God, why did his one fear of the ocean seem to be growing even worse with each passing day?