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Ble@ch: Chapter 71
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 18:40:21 +0000 UTCFWOOM.
The ring of countless swords shimmered in the twilight, glowing with quiet menace. The air inside the Senkei was different—tighter. Heavier. Isolated from the outside world.
This was Byakuya Kuchiki’s arena.
Ichigo took a single step forward, Zangetsu resting low at his side. His breathing was calm. Eyes locked.
Byakuya raised a finger.
CLINK!
One of the floating blades shot into his hand. The sound echoed—like a pin dropping in a cathedral.
Then—
WHOOSH!
He dashed forward, blade flashing in a blur of silver.
CLANG!
Ichigo parried cleanly, his stance firm. The impact rang out like steel chimes, echoing through the enclosed ring.
Byakuya pressed in again, grabbing another sword mid-motion—
SHIINNG—CLASH!
A flurry of attacks followed. Horizontal sweep—Ichigo ducked. Upward slice—he deflected with the flat of Zangetsu, then stepped in and returned with a tight counter-cut.
SSHHHK—CLANG—CLANG!
Their blades sang in a deadly rhythm. A test of precision now, not brute force. Ichigo moved with clear intent—his swings sharp, his footwork compact. No wasted movement.
'He’s not just swinging wildly anymore,' Byakuya realized. 'His form… it’s clean.'
Ichigo shifted stances again—high guard to reverse grip—and twisted his hips into a diagonal slash.
WHAM!
Byakuya blocked—but his arms shook from the weight behind the blow.
He tried to leap back, but Ichigo was already there.
THOOM—CLANG!
Another clean strike, parried at the last moment. Sparks scattered through the ring.
Ichigo’s expression was calm now—focused. He wasn’t smiling. He was reading Byakuya’s movement, anticipating his attacks. And even as minor cuts formed along his arms and sides from glancing blades, his body was already beginning to stitch them shut. Slowly, but visibly.
“I’ve been training, Captain,” Ichigo said between strikes. “Swordsmanship. Footwork. Pressure points.”
CLANG!
A perfectly timed parry turned Byakuya’s thrust aside—and Ichigo struck back with a whip-quick cut that sliced the side of his opponent’s sleeve open.
“I’m not just fast anymore.”
Byakuya narrowed his eyes. He moved again—two swords in hand now.
WHSSHH—CLANG—CLINK—SCRAPE!
They clashed again in a whirling exchange of speed and control. Every motion was deliberate. Every sound—steel meeting steel, blades skimming, ringing with purpose—painted a dance of death.
Ichigo ducked under a twin slash, pivoted, and slammed the butt of Zangetsu into Byakuya’s ribs.
THUD!
Byakuya gasped, staggering back.
“Your Bankai’s fast,” Ichigo said, raising Zangetsu. “But my instincts are faster now. My technique—stronger. You’re not the only one with pride in their blade.”
Shhhk—tap.
Another sword floated into Byakuya’s hand. He didn’t speak—but his eyes said everything.
They rushed each other again.
CRASH—CLANG—CLANG—FWHAM!
Steel screamed. Feet scraped. The ring echoed with every impact as two masterful warriors dueled in a storm of steel and light. Ichigo’s strength shook the ground, but his sword no longer flailed—it danced, it redirected, it killed.
CLANG—CRACK—FWOOOSH!
Zangetsu screamed as it clashed against Senbonzakura, sparks exploding outward. The air inside the Senkei rippled violently, each blow echoing like thunder against a steel sky.
Ichigo pushed forward, his strikes growing faster—sharper.
Byakuya staggered back as three consecutive slashes hammered his guard.
THOOM—CLANG—SKRRRR!
One strike clipped his shoulder—blood misted the air. He gritted his teeth and leapt backward, snatching two more swords from the floating ring.
Shhhhinnng!
Ichigo didn’t give him a moment.
He vanished—shunpō!—and appeared in front of him mid-air.
“Too slow!”
WHAM—CLANG—SSHHK!
Ichigo’s blade slammed down in an arc, forcing Byakuya to cross both swords just to block. The force blasted a crater beneath them, sending debris flying up like smoke.
Byakuya was breathing harder now. Sweat on his brow. Muscles tensed. His precision was starting to slip.
‘His power keeps growing… but it’s not just power. Every movement is calculated. It’s like fighting… a warborn blade.’
Ichigo landed with a thud, blood trickling down his cheek—but he didn’t even glance at the wound. It was already closing, knitting together with a faint glow of reishi and Hollow-tainted vitality.
“You’re not used to fighting someone who doesn’t give ground, huh?” he said quietly. “I can tell. You’re always in control. Always composed.”
He raised Zangetsu again, tilting his head slightly.
“But I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
Byakuya’s eye twitched.
“Arrogant brat.”
He grabbed four swords now—each in orbit around him—and sent them flying with a wave of his hand.
FWSHHHH—ZING—ZING—ZING!
They spun and launched at Ichigo like homing blades, streaking light across the air.
Ichigo twirled Zangetsu in a tight spin.
SHNK—CLANG—CRASH—SKRRRRR!
He slashed, parried, deflected. The blades rang off Zangetsu’s edge like gongs struck in succession. One blade scraped his thigh—drawing blood. He winced, but a second later, it was already scabbing over.
Byakuya came in behind the flurry, blade in hand, striking down with full force.
CLAAAANG!!
Ichigo caught it, blade-to-blade—both feet digging into the stone.
Their eyes locked.
Byakuya’s face was stone—but his breathing was shallow. His chest rose and fell too quickly.
“You’re trembling,” Ichigo said.
A vein pulsed in Byakuya’s temple.
“I do not tremble.”
“Then why are your strikes slower than five minutes ago?”
CRACK!
Ichigo broke the lock and spun into a low slash that nearly took Byakuya’s legs. The captain barely jumped back in time, panting now.
Ichigo stood tall again, holding Zangetsu at his side.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you? The pressure. The fear.”
He stepped forward, voice lower, but dead serious.
“You thought I was a kid with a borrowed blade. That I couldn’t reach your level. But now…”
He looked up, golden eyes blazing.
“…now I’m past it.”
Byakuya’s composure cracked for just a second. A flash of uncertainty in his eyes.
‘Impossible…’
Ichigo launched forward—faster than before.
BOOOM!!
Zangetsu swept horizontally in a shockwave that shattered a dozen floating blades in its path.
Byakuya blocked—barely—but the force sent him flying, slamming him into the ring's edge.
THUD—CRACK!
Blood dripped from his lips. His vision shook.
Ichigo walked toward him, blade pointed low.
“Are you done acting cold and untouchable?”
He paused.
“Or are you finally ready to fight me like a man?”
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: Another cliffhanger. ]
