...igo’s attacks. “You’re holding your sword wrongly and your stance is off! Your sword can easily be knocked out – like this!” And with one, clean sweep, Urahara hit Ichigo’s sword with enough force to knock it out of his hands.
“Bastard.” Ichigo muttered, as he bent over to pick up his sword. It had been an exact month since he had started training with Urahara, and with it, Ichigo had improved immensely – though still obviously not good enough. Besides meeting Shinji and Urahara, he also met more of their ‘acquaintances’, which included the other Vizards, the two kids that helped at Urahara’s shop along with a tall, muscular man, and a talking black cat.
“Zangetsu,” Ichigo said, calling his sword’s name which he had only recently learnt. “Pierce.” Ichigo’s sword transformed from a normal katana to a large cleaver-like sword, as tall as he was, with a black blade and a silver edge.
“I was wondering when you were going to release your Zanpakuto.” Urahara smiled, as he raised his already released sword up to face Ichigo. Ichigo ran straight towards him, and using a combination of flash steps and a more aggressive sword style, he managed to break Urahara’s defenses, and stop the sword at his neck. “Good work, but still not good enough.” Urahara said, gesturing towards the fact that...