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[ There's something exhilarating about pitting one's strength against that of an opponent, and as he dodges the swing of the hollow's viciously clawed hand, Ichigo unconsciously smiles. It's not like sparring against the other shinigami. It isn't training or friendly competition. It's life, his life, balanced on an edge that's as sharp as his zanpakutou's blade. The simple, undeniable immediacy of being alive that he doesn't feel at any other time.
Sure, it's just an ordinary hollow, one that doesn't truly pose a threat to him, but the possibility exists, however slight, that it could bring him down. If he gets careless. If he stops paying attention. If he makes any one of a number of mistakes.
He doesn't. A backhanded swing of Zangetsu shatters the hollow's mask and brings the fight to a close in record time.
Dropping down to the ground on nearly silent feet, he pauses for a moment to regain his breath and consider his options. He can call it quits and head home, or he can stay outside for a while longer. It isn't really much of a contest. The night's still young and he isn't the least bit tired.
Shouldering his sword, Ichigo chooses a direction at random and starts walking. ]
Sure, it's just an ordinary hollow, one that doesn't truly pose a threat to him, but the possibility exists, however slight, that it could bring him down. If he gets careless. If he stops paying attention. If he makes any one of a number of mistakes.
He doesn't. A backhanded swing of Zangetsu shatters the hollow's mask and brings the fight to a close in record time.
Dropping down to the ground on nearly silent feet, he pauses for a moment to regain his breath and consider his options. He can call it quits and head home, or he can stay outside for a while longer. It isn't really much of a contest. The night's still young and he isn't the least bit tired.
Shouldering his sword, Ichigo chooses a direction at random and starts walking. ]