Ichigo Kurosaki walked alone through the narrow cemetery path, footsteps soft against the dew-wet stone. His eyes weren’t angry today.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

Ichigo Kurosaki walked alone through the narrow cemetery path, footsteps soft against the dew-wet stone. His eyes weren’t angry today.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

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〝⠀This isn’t about proving
who’s stronger anymore … It’s
about showing I still belong here.⠀〞

And the blade fell.
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