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ICHIGO KUROSAKI
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i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!
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He had been through death. One could mention the irony in the fact that he had died when he was a God. He wasn't a God that couldn't be capable of dying though. Ichigo had never been the one to believe that there were entities out there that couldn't be killed. Sure, there could be those that could live for a very long time, but so could Ichigo himself if he kept his health up. Not every clanner had the ability to have a peaceful death. Ichigo had learned first hand when he first joined the clans from living in the mountains as he watched friends and family die from either being attacked, or from other unnatural causes. It was rare for anyone in any group to be able to say that they had died of old age. It simply didn't happen and in Ichigo's eyes it wasn't really all that possible. With the constant conflict that the groups were with, it was only a matter of time before every clanmate was due to have their death, whether they were ready for it on not. When he had died, Ichigo had been ready to stay dead. He had a family. Friends. He had been the leader of a clan for a couple months before he couldn't take the workload that came with it. Ichigo had made plenty of enemies over the years, any corrupted soul that lived knew about him and his presence. A presence that could leak out and attach to others to attract them to those that he cared about. Ichigo had ended up getting attacked by three powerful corrupted spirits and beings. All three of them wielded swords like he did, and they worked together as a team while he was just himself. They had also ended up injecting him with something that made him transform into the beast that he never wanted to transform into again.
He lasted quite a while and was able to put up a great fight. Until his limbs started to get amputated from his body from their strikes. In the end he had managed to take two of his attackers with him, and the other fled from the scene to watch him die from blood loss. As he collapsed, he couldn't feel the pain of his mangled body, and he knew that everyone would become upset if they realized that he had actually died. Surviving all these years. He was known for coming back from the injuries that he had been given. He survived time and time again, and it had been the one time that he hadn't managed to make it out alive. It had been a complete shock to everyone. In the end, right before he died he was able to witness as the last corrupted being drove their blade through his heart. The Shinigami was slain, just like any other mortal could be. The only thing that made him a Shinigami was the connection he had to the afterlife, his abilities, and the sword that he possessed with him. At one point while he was leading the organization, some people became suspicious with the sudden pop up of beings that were capable of wielding blades and seemed to have some connection with the wildcat. Either way, when Ichigo had died he had left friends crying and mourning over his death. But after dealing with the death of his family and children, he knew that he would be ready to die. Fate wasn't. There was always a chance that when a Shinigami died that they could be reincarnated into the world of the living if they were lucky enough, but the majority of the time they didn't have their memories from their previous life. Ichigo was lucky enough to have his, but at the same time, he no longer had his powers. He wasn't a Shinigami anymore, and he would remain like that for almost a total of two years. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and had to try and find someone, anyone, that could train him to get his powers back. And he did.
Only to be stabbed in the back again. Eventually, the organization realized that they needed him and transferred their energy to him, giving him back all of his abilities. Some of his abilities were entirely new to him and waiting for him to figure out exactly what they were. However, he also knew exactly how lucky he was to be alive in the first place. He wasn't going to get lucky again and knew for a fact that the next time he died, he was going to stay dead. Was he ready to die again? In truth? He wasn't. Ichigo felt like there was at least something that he was capable of doing. What that was, Ichigo didn't have any clue. He was new to this group of clans. He had no idea what was happening between this group and the Ascendants after finding recent corpses on the border. This had put the Shinigami on high alert, as he wasn't going to allow the death of innocent animals as long as he could help it. The swordsman always had the same goal of trying to protect others, and he seemed always doomed to fail. Maybe this would be his chance in a new group of clans to help them out, even if it was just a little. Ichigo considered himself to a neutral party in a group that he did not know, but he also wasn't cruel enough to watch as more and more bodies dropped. Which would just mean that he would have to deal with the distressed souls and ghosts right after that. It was exhausting. He used his enhanced senses to get an idea of where everyone was at one time and to make sure that he wasn't taken by surprise. Although out all the senses he could enhance, he enhanced his hearing and nothing else. He consistently had to keep turning it off and on to keep from getting a massive headache but it worked and that's what mattered. The Shinigami let a sigh escape his jaws as he could hear his Hollow and Zangetsu having a great conversation. He didn't care what they were talking about, he just wanted them to shut up already.
He stopped where he was walking and raised one of his paws to rub his left eye that had pressure behind it. The eye having a distinct yellow hue to it, and the white part of his eye having been replaced with an inky black color. While he was walking the border, making sure to keep the hell away from the ocean, he caught an unfamiliar scent. Although that was literally every scent to him in the current area. He turned his enhanced senses from his hearing to his sight and was able to see a good distance farther from where the scent was coming from. There, he teleported what just happened to be just around ten feet away from the small dragon. The Shinigami didn't have his clairvoyance on at the moment, and he made no indication that he actually knew who the dragon was. The sight of the creature was certainly interesting with the many eyes that were placed on the others head. Ichigo's eyes seemed to dart around, as if assuming that there was going to be some sort of ambush. As he moved closer is when he finally initiated his clairvoyance, and immediately stopped in his tracks. It had almost been two years. TWO YEARS. The aura in front of him looked shattered almost beyond repair. Different colors ranged between the different portions of the area, and the marks almost seemed to resemble that of a gem. He was great when it came to remembering souls and auras, but when it came looking at physical appearances, he was usually stumped as he didn't recognize them. Ichigo's eyes went wide as he didn't recognize her in this form. What happened to her? Her aura showed that she was basically breaking at the seems. Concern would flash in his optics before replaced with slight confusion. "Argus?" Was all that Ichigo spoke to the small dragon in front of him. He was still around 4ft away from the female, but not because he was nervous around her, but because of the shock that had stopped him.
He lasted quite a while and was able to put up a great fight. Until his limbs started to get amputated from his body from their strikes. In the end he had managed to take two of his attackers with him, and the other fled from the scene to watch him die from blood loss. As he collapsed, he couldn't feel the pain of his mangled body, and he knew that everyone would become upset if they realized that he had actually died. Surviving all these years. He was known for coming back from the injuries that he had been given. He survived time and time again, and it had been the one time that he hadn't managed to make it out alive. It had been a complete shock to everyone. In the end, right before he died he was able to witness as the last corrupted being drove their blade through his heart. The Shinigami was slain, just like any other mortal could be. The only thing that made him a Shinigami was the connection he had to the afterlife, his abilities, and the sword that he possessed with him. At one point while he was leading the organization, some people became suspicious with the sudden pop up of beings that were capable of wielding blades and seemed to have some connection with the wildcat. Either way, when Ichigo had died he had left friends crying and mourning over his death. But after dealing with the death of his family and children, he knew that he would be ready to die. Fate wasn't. There was always a chance that when a Shinigami died that they could be reincarnated into the world of the living if they were lucky enough, but the majority of the time they didn't have their memories from their previous life. Ichigo was lucky enough to have his, but at the same time, he no longer had his powers. He wasn't a Shinigami anymore, and he would remain like that for almost a total of two years. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and had to try and find someone, anyone, that could train him to get his powers back. And he did.
Only to be stabbed in the back again. Eventually, the organization realized that they needed him and transferred their energy to him, giving him back all of his abilities. Some of his abilities were entirely new to him and waiting for him to figure out exactly what they were. However, he also knew exactly how lucky he was to be alive in the first place. He wasn't going to get lucky again and knew for a fact that the next time he died, he was going to stay dead. Was he ready to die again? In truth? He wasn't. Ichigo felt like there was at least something that he was capable of doing. What that was, Ichigo didn't have any clue. He was new to this group of clans. He had no idea what was happening between this group and the Ascendants after finding recent corpses on the border. This had put the Shinigami on high alert, as he wasn't going to allow the death of innocent animals as long as he could help it. The swordsman always had the same goal of trying to protect others, and he seemed always doomed to fail. Maybe this would be his chance in a new group of clans to help them out, even if it was just a little. Ichigo considered himself to a neutral party in a group that he did not know, but he also wasn't cruel enough to watch as more and more bodies dropped. Which would just mean that he would have to deal with the distressed souls and ghosts right after that. It was exhausting. He used his enhanced senses to get an idea of where everyone was at one time and to make sure that he wasn't taken by surprise. Although out all the senses he could enhance, he enhanced his hearing and nothing else. He consistently had to keep turning it off and on to keep from getting a massive headache but it worked and that's what mattered. The Shinigami let a sigh escape his jaws as he could hear his Hollow and Zangetsu having a great conversation. He didn't care what they were talking about, he just wanted them to shut up already.
He stopped where he was walking and raised one of his paws to rub his left eye that had pressure behind it. The eye having a distinct yellow hue to it, and the white part of his eye having been replaced with an inky black color. While he was walking the border, making sure to keep the hell away from the ocean, he caught an unfamiliar scent. Although that was literally every scent to him in the current area. He turned his enhanced senses from his hearing to his sight and was able to see a good distance farther from where the scent was coming from. There, he teleported what just happened to be just around ten feet away from the small dragon. The Shinigami didn't have his clairvoyance on at the moment, and he made no indication that he actually knew who the dragon was. The sight of the creature was certainly interesting with the many eyes that were placed on the others head. Ichigo's eyes seemed to dart around, as if assuming that there was going to be some sort of ambush. As he moved closer is when he finally initiated his clairvoyance, and immediately stopped in his tracks. It had almost been two years. TWO YEARS. The aura in front of him looked shattered almost beyond repair. Different colors ranged between the different portions of the area, and the marks almost seemed to resemble that of a gem. He was great when it came to remembering souls and auras, but when it came looking at physical appearances, he was usually stumped as he didn't recognize them. Ichigo's eyes went wide as he didn't recognize her in this form. What happened to her? Her aura showed that she was basically breaking at the seems. Concern would flash in his optics before replaced with slight confusion. "Argus?" Was all that Ichigo spoke to the small dragon in front of him. He was still around 4ft away from the female, but not because he was nervous around her, but because of the shock that had stopped him.
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE ME
YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ALL THE THINGS I'VE SEEN
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YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ALL THE THINGS I'VE SEEN