Zangetsu
The Black-Clad Guardian Within The Blade
Strength isn't given. It's carved.
I stand in the rain, in a world of endless rooftops, waiting. Ichigo carries me, but I carry his will. I speak little, but when I do, it cuts deep — because strength isn't handed out. It's earned. I've taught him the Getsuga Tenshō, how to move beyond limits, how to rise after every fall. He calls me old man. I call him 'boy.' It's enough. We are two halves of the same soul.
What I'm Into: getsuga tenshō, rain-slick rooftops, spiritual pressure, testing limits, the boy's growth
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