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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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There had been a point sometime in Ichigo's life where he had wanted to be normal. Forget all the things that he had once known. Forget about the dangers that he would have to end up facing every single day. One time in his life he had managed to become normal for around a year. It was during that time, he nearly went completely insane. He still had all the memories of the creatures and spirits that lurked in the shadows and that he wouldn't be able to see unless he didn't have his powers. He knew that without his powers, the enemies that he had made over the years would completely destroy him in a moments notice. Because of not having his powers for such a long time and being a regular mortal, he became increasingly paranoid about every noise that he heard. Ichigo had a feeling that there was something constantly watching him, and the images that constantly reflected itself in his mind also didn't help. Seeing those that he believed to be dead suddenly come back to life again. He tried to convince himself that those that were killed stayed dead and that there was no way of bringing them back again. It made sense after all. It had happened when he became a clan leader again and he dealt with a friend that he had seen die a long time ago. Of course, he didn't know exactly what his best friend had been at the time, but he had been awoken from his den when he heard a noise from the place where they stashed their food.

Despite having been recovering from injuries at that time, the Shinigami confronted who was stealing food, only to see a familiar face. His face had turned into a mixture of a hybrid between a leopard and a seal, and it certainly was a shock. Ichigo didn't have rational thinking anymore, as he fell to the ground clutching his head, saying that it wasn't real and that his friend was dead. It was common for Ichigo to have such episodes, but since he arrived here, the wildcat had yet to have one, and he planned on keeping it that way if he could help it. The powerful Shinigami was a lot easier to break than what other people thought. Just because he looked strong didn't mean he didn't have any weaknesses, he just pretended that they weren't there if he could help it. The Japanese swordsman heard paws that were making their way toward him, causing him to turn his head to see a slightly familiar figure. They had been there when he had joined, but other than that Ichigo had no idea who they were. He could probably figure it out later as he was around doing mostly his own stuff than interacting with those that were in the clan anyway. Ichigo tilted his head to the side so that he could stab the blade into the ground instead of sheathing it back onto his back. He wanted a little bit more practice, but he also doubted that there would be anyone around to spar with him with his sword anyway. Ichigo couldn't help but roll his eyes at the other's comment as he sat himself down, ignoring the stretching of the wounds that were slowly healing.

"I'm not chopping down a tree. I'm practicing my swings and building up more muscle in my neck, its common to do. Although..... it probably isn't common here." Ichigo's realization of his words seem to let his words drag on almost in embarrassment. He was so used to living in a clan that he had led for years that others were known to have blades like him. He had to continue to remind himself that every place was different. The Shinigami didn't seem to mind the nickname that was being used, as he was used to younger and close friends using the nickname toward him. It was better than being called Mr. Kurosaki as he hated being addressed formally. Ichigo would look back at the blade that was in the ground and use his paws to brush away some wood fragments that were here. While he did so, he took the time to ask a question himself. "Also, what in the world is a lumberjack anyway?" The Shinigami said with a huff, never hearing the term before used since he had been around the clans. Once the wood fragments were gone, Ichigo would sit up again, and listen to the other say cutting wood could be useful, causing him to shake his head. "Do you guys use wood to make fires or something? If its really that necessary I can collect some wood." Ichigo said with a shrug of his shoulders. His species was perfect for the cold and he barely ever felt it. He hated the heat more than the cold. Which was ironic as the elemental that he was the most skilled with was his own fire elementals. "Oh yeah, what is your name by the way? I never caught it." The armored male questioned as he raised one of his black and tawny paws to adjust the black and leather armor that covered the majority of his back.