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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 a fighter. He always had been for as long as he could remember back to the time where he was just a cub. The wildcat had no reason not to be a fighter when it came to the second job that he had. Although, he probably couldn't really consider it a job nowadays. It was more of a lifestyle. Ichigo knew what he would end up becoming if he didn't have his powers or wasn't a Shinigami. It would drive him mad if he was allowed to keep his memories and figure out that there were constant dangers around him that he wasn't ready to deal with just yet. There was no such thing as peace when the way to make something peaceful it to slice it in half. As contradictory as it may sound, that was mostly what his job consisted of as a Shinigami, a Death God that dealt with the aspect of death and leading souls to cross over to the afterlife as peacefully as possible. However, there were probably more corrupted spirits than there were regular souls, and the corrupted spirts weren't exactly the docile type either. They could only be seen with the use of Clairvoyance, and even then only specific weapons could be used to destroy them, although it wasn't really destroying them. The blade that the Shinigami had was extremely special, as there were souls that were sealed inside the blade itself. Such as any spirit decidnig to possess an object that they were close to. When he became a Shinigami, portions of his souls ended up splitting off and sealing themselves inside of the blade, and because of that connection, he was capable of communicating with the basically sentient blade. It was sentient enough to have its own thoughts, but not sentient enough to move on its own of course. When the blade came into contact with a corrupted spirit, it cleansed the spirit of any crimes or sins it had committed after becoming corrupted, and it is then after that cleansing that it is allowed to cross over into the afterlife where the soul can live in peace.

Ichigo didn't consider the aspect to be remotely killing a spirit, and instead, he was helping them pass over. He didn't use his sword to really kill anything that he considered a mortal in this world, as he wasn't a killer either. It would make his job a whole lot more complicated than it already was. There was already a presence in the group that made him nervous because the guy wasn't exactly mortal and looked at him as if he knew that he wasn't exactly mortal either. Despite what he was called, he wasn't a grim reaper that went out and looked to reap the souls of the innocent or those that were close to death. No, he rarely got involved that much, and instead came after someone had died whether it be a tragic death or natural causes, he would take care of the souls that were there. Ichigo himself was a couple thing that were tied into one. He was half mortal, he was half shinigami, and then the rest of him was a corrupted spirit. One that he had somewhat control of, but thanks to his fleeting sanity he only had a little bit control over the thing inside of his soul. If anything tried to remove the corrupted spirt, Ichigo would also die along with it so there was no point trying to actually struggle against it. The armored wildcat thought that he would eventually get used to the amount of rain that was coming down. He had been through blizzards and complete white-outs, but he was tired of being wet all of the time. He didn't exactly have a place to call his own, and he wasn't the kind that was setting up shop for someone to buy. He was exhausted and tired like he always was, but he needed to get some work done before he started his training session. The wildcat began to make his way toward the border of Sunhaven, not having an extreme connection to the place that he was in. He used his enhanced senses to hear anything that could be considered unusual or a voice that he didn't recognize. Which was a lot. He was new to this place and barely knew everyone's name while the majority of them knew his own.

The Shinigami was easy to hear coming as he tracked the voices down. His black leather and metal armor rattled with almost every step that he took, but not to an obnoxious degree. He rolled his shoulders so the sword that was on his back shifted into a more comfortable position. As he approached, two souls came into view, and both of them he didn't seem all that happy to even see. The familiar fox wasn't someone that he felt comfortable around, after seeing the other's aura it was obvious that there was something going on with him. While the creature that was waiting at the border obviously wasn't mortal either. Ichigo didn't believe in the likes of Gods. He didn't think that there was someone that was immortal. Despite being a Death God, Ichigo and the rest of the Shinigami could just as easily be killed like anything else. The only thing they had going for them was the fact that they were a little bit more durable. The Shinigami stopped a little bit of a distance away from the over, his heavily scarred body towering over the group that was around. He wasn't the largest thing that was around though, as there were plenty of creatures that basically towered over him. One strange feature of the Shinigami was his bi-colored eyes. Which, if someone knew the origins of why his eyes changed color, they would know that it wasn't something that was good. His left eye taking on a yellow hue and a black sclera, while his right eye seemed to be fairly normal, having a brown iris and white sclera. The black tip of his tail twitched as he sat himself down, his tawny and black fur dripping slightly from the onslaught of rains. He hadn't arrived soon enough to hear what the other said, and he casually raised one of his paws and waved at him. "Yo." Was all the Shinigami said, obviously wary of the two creatures that he was around at the moment. Nothing good came from those that weren't completely mortal or were other spiritual beings. They always made his life difficult and got in the way. [color=crimson]"Don't be so glum. We could have some fun here if we can figure out what they are." The corrupted spirit's voice in his head rang out, causing Ichigo's brow to furrow slightly. That isn't what we're here to do idiot. We still have our own job to do. Ichigo snapped back in his mind, causing him to shuffle his paws slightly.