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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 was tired and exhausted. Ichigo knew far too well that there was no time for rest. The oversized cougar needed to get stronger and hone his abilities. There were plenty of things for the older male that he needed to learn, and if there were other Shinigami in the area, it would make his job a whole lot easier to have someone to teach him the correct way to do this. His powers had shifted and changed, and whether that was because his powers were different than they were before, the wildcat wasn't quite sure and didn't really have anyone to communicate with his concerns. The older male was used to having plenty of power to protect himself, and he still did. He had every elemental power at his disposal, but he could only use certain ones for specific tasks depending on what form he was in. He couldn't just use all of his powers at once, and besides, he only had a necessary amount of energy he could use in order to keep those powers up. His powers always seemed to malfunction or hurt him in some manner. There was no point in him trying to exhaust himself or use too much energy in one attack to leave himself vulnerable. Although, when it came to fighting there were instances where he would just jump in without much of a plan thanks to his hot-headedness when it came to fighting. But he was a fighter. He always had been and would probably die fighting at the end of his years. There was no peaceful death for him at the end of everything. There was one form that he was still working on, he could easily achieve it now if he wanted to, but it took time to actually release the power to it. Ichigo didn't believe he would have to use the form anytime soon, but it wouldn't hurt if he got himself into a terrible situation.

It wasn't hard for him to see that the ghosts seemed to have lowered in numbers, and that made it worse for the fact he didn't know why they suddenly disappeared. He hadn't sensed other Shinigami like himself in the area so they couldn't have taken care of the ghosts either. His fear was that it would be an outbreak of Hollows in the next couple of days. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. The oversized cougar, as usual, was staying away from the ocean as much as possible. The only time he was even on the boardwalk itself was when he needed food or if there was a meeting nearby. No other reason. His memories depicted his actions every single day, and despite how he was trying to abandon his past he only got so far before it came creeping back up his throat. The wildcat was huffing with the large blade that was in his mouth standing in front of a sturdy tree. He knew that there had been a point where he could cut a tree in half, but here it seemed like it was just a little bit different. His bi-colored eyes narrowed at the tree that had several marks across the front of it, showing where he had cut the tree with his blade. He could use his blade almost like an ax to cut down the tree with the help of his powers as well, but again that would take time. It was obvious that the Shinigami had been training, his muscles straining with the extra work. He hadn't been taking care of himself the past week, but it was a normal business for Ichigo not to really care in the end. Ichigo reared up slightly on his back paws as he brought the blade down with his momentum against the trunk of the tree. The sound of splintering wood echoed around the area. He removed the sword from the wound he had created on the tree and took a step back. His left leg seemed to shudder slightly, and one might notice that over the past week, Ichigo had been injured slightly. Bandages wrapped around his left leg and gauze was placed onto his left shoulder.