ichigo was towering over everyone while walking, he had a soft meat bun in one hand and his sword in another, he took long strides with a bored look on his face. ain't nobody got time to cook a damn meal.

"rainy day. tch." he made a goofy face as he stepped on mud, his groan was interrupted as he felt a strong surge of spiritual power behind him.

whether friend or foe, he gripped his sword and turned, his gaze pierced through the rain. what the hell? can't a bro get a day off, he sighed.