A week has passed, since Ichigo founded himself in the big laundry and had some weird interference with rather masculine maid. Ichigo after he got his book back, he immediately hid it in a way more safe spot, then under a pillow. He hid it, deep in his wardrobe, behind dark clothing meant for autumn While wrapped around a piece of dark blue cloth he found in his room for some odd reason.

Ichigo has been invited each and every day to dinners, breakfasts, small meetings by the Princesses because he was deemed being a cool guy. Seriously, you didn’t read that wrong, he was thought of as an sympathetic, a little tense, teenager who came on the right moment. Compliments of how he saved them were the main power of every conversation he held.

Let’s just say that Ichigo knows now that Celestia may be addicted to some, special kind of baked product, that is used for special events. For example birthdays, he won’t lie, but he is sorry that every time something fun is happening she has to stay on her hoofs, and not join the amusing conversation happening a few feet away from her. Because she has to greet some guests.

Some guests? A lot of guests…

Ichigo of course had to talk with no other pony then Luna from time to time. He didn’t feel comfortable about this, he at first didn’t want to talk, give himself some more time. Ichigo was also debating if maybe he should indeed make Luna an potential ally in the Blueblood problem they and tight grip have.

His hollow was quiet and didn’t show himself or talked to him, but he surely noticed that Celestia did from time to time stare at him as if she knew that his hollow is with him, because he clearly was in him. She did indeed see Mūnroau after all, she will ask about him eventually, and he has the right answer to her question and who Mūnroau is.

Luna was always, alone, sad and she fought with it, she from time to time tried to smile to someone in the crowd that immediately turned away. Only worsening Luna’s mood, of course there were some ponies, that didn’t do so and at least nodded back and turned away quickly, however this was more from fear she might do something to the pony, if he didn’t greet her back.

Ichigo had the (tfu!) honor of seeing Blueblood quite often, he avoided him but it was impossible to avoid him entirely. He was angry at the bastard, but he calmed himself each time telling himself, that he will eventually get rid of him. Ichigo didn’t break his binds with Luna and kept the, after all she is a princess and if he somehow falls into her favors, maybe he could get something….Of course, only if needed.

Ichigo did meet Stepped Cloth every day in the morning at six am. She came, did everything, cleaned the floors, changed the bed sheets, took his dirty clothes and gave him his jacket back. Which he wore for just one day and she again took it. He grew attached to the jacket, it looked nice even if it was attire used by Aizen’s Arrancars.

Ichigo also decided, that he will join Tight Grip in his mission to get rid of Blueblood and he will do as Tight says for now, however Tight is really slow in his actions he likes to wait. It is understandable, but sometimes you need to risk, risk is a factor that gave many bad and good things to humankind, risk gives better outcomes when they are positive then when you do it normally, the same with bad endings.

Ichigo meet with Tight in the night and gave him his word he will help. Tight was happy and said that he should for now observe, while he will start get a few things done and maybe pull in a few additional ponies he has big trust in. Ichigo walked out of his chamber rather disappointed in the lack of action, however he left the planning in the hands of the specialist who knows Blueblood better than he would ever.

Whatever Tight is planning will involve getting Blueblood less popular, and have less influence in the government. Which is a good move before openly declaring war on him. Ichigo will probably have to show himself more often in the public, as he gained some good amount of renown, after all he is the counterattack to Bluebloods popularity and words.

Ichigo’s decision wasn’t easy, he thought about it for two days, with some pauses for other things, yet he did think deeply and discussed it with Mūnroau. Tight has the knowledge and has the resources that will allow him to get rid of Blueblood, to throw him into prison, if necessary he will himself go a step further, for what he has done in Japan at least, you’d get the death penalty.

He will be a popular individual for some time, he doesn’t want to be a celebrity, however for the greater good that is the lives of the ponies , he will do it. He doesn’t how exactly, but the best starting point would be to go out and simply look around the city, maybe something interesting will gain his attention.

He wants to protect everyone, even if he or she is a pony, no one deserves to be harmed. Because that’s bad, its evil and it should be stopped. Of course if the person is a bad guy he receives a punishment, however, normal people are innocent and they are dragged into things that ruin their life’s. He can’t allow this to happen, and he will try to act if he sees something happening.

Right now, Ichigo was asked by Celestia to meet her in the gardens, he didn’t like this because of his earlier meeting with Discord and he wanted to change the location of the meeting. However, Celestia insisted like a strong independent anthro pony woman she is to meet her in the gardens.

He was a little stressed, he didn’t know if he will meet Discord again, he certainly doesn’t approve of the feeling and the pain he had to go thru. Ichigo accepted and right now he was walking thru the hallways, wearing his white Arrancar attire he managed to get back from Steeped Cloth before going out.

About Steeped Cloth, she started badly and their relationship was on the bad side. Ichigo didn’t seek an enemy and he definitely didn’t see any real harm in what Stepped did, she apologized and was sorry indeed. Ichigo forgave her and now it seems he made a new friend, he could talk to from time to time, maybe she will even become one of his best friends in this world?

Stepped Cloth, she, he noted, was looking at him with small stares when he didn’t look or did something different. Like, he does the same as he is fascinated by the ponies as beings that exist, especially unicorns and pegasuses who have additional skills. It just fascinates him, three pony races, and literally zero racial hate. Without including Blueblood’s radical views that label others in special places.

Sometimes she seems to concentrate on him, like, she was thinking to herself. How is it to have such face features as he does and Ichigo thought to himself the same. Now, as a pony, her fur, her ears, her colors do go together wonderfully. This world is made out from ponies an artist could have drawn, you just have to admit that the picture looks good because he is talented. The same with the ponies and Stepped included, they look as if there was a beatiful painting of them, and someone made it real.

It’s wonderful, its breathtaking. The colors of the trees and flowers look more lively, the air is fresh as he once has said already. This world just looks friendly if to look at it from the above, from a hill. It hides of course it's monsters and darkness, ready to attack with its fangs like a snake and spread its misfortune and poison to destroy the existing peace.

Ichigo stepped outside, he found himself in the gardens, a path made from granite lead deeper into the garden while there was a hedge with flowers, they had six petals and a red inside, while the petals were strong dark blue, somewhat like Luna’s blue fur. These flowers were scattered on the one and a half meter long hedge.

Behind the Hedge were trees, their branches were long and hang low, Ichigo had to avoid a few. Normal deciduous trees, he could name a few, from which one looked like the Japanese maple, however instead of red it was yellow and the leafs had a greenish tint over them.

Ichigo followed, the path, this part of the gardens is reserved specially for royalty and officials, delegates and other important ponies. Ichigo could smell the flowers. A weak wind blew only giving additional charm to the garden. Ichigo walked further, until he meet a cross-section, with a fountain in the middle.

The fountain was made from rocks, it looked wonderfully, from the pile in the middle water poured out, giving the immersion that this fountain has clear mineral mountain water. Normally water would get thru the rocks, and It wasn’t hard to spot the cement in between the rocks colored brown and gray to hide it. It did destroy the immersion a little.

Ichigo scratched his head, he didn’t know where to go, he had to find Celestia. This was an perfect opportunity to test something he wanted to learn. To get the better understanding of the Pesquisa. He didn’t know exactly how it works, Mūnroau for sure will know how it works.

‘How does the Pesquisa work?’ Ichigo asked in his mind

‘Very easily, close your eyes, and concentrate. When you’re ready, try to spot the reiatsu of the target you desire to locate. Or simply release some of your reiatsu so that while it travels may find something with reiatsu. You should sense it, it will be like echolocation’

Ichigo did just as the hollow ordered, Ichigo closed his eyes. He concentrated and allowed the sounds around to slowly fade away while he tried to locate Celestia. He knew she has a lot of power, so sensing her shouldn’t be hard. Ichigo, when he was finally at peace, send some of his reiatsu free. Just a little.

The water in the fountain moved barely, but it was his reiatsu. Ichigo could see in the darkness a circle that increased its radius from where he stood. The sound around him appeared to go away, he was in complete silence.

In the darkness something appearance, like a light, yellow and bright, really bright. It looked like the sun was shining at him, it was the size o a small wagon, somewhat like the light a big flashlight gives. Ichigo could feel on his skin that it was Celestia, it is weird to describe but every person has its own radiation like radio stations .

Ichigo then saw something different, a ball, a sphere to the right, a big sphere. It had the colors of a rainbow but very dark ones, and they mixed together so chaotically and so maliciously. Ichigo could feel how something pushed him away from it, like he walked against very strong wind and because of it he even felt weird breathing.

Smaller lights, very small, the size of flames seen on a matchsticks started to appear, Ichigo had trouble looking at them, they seemed to be interfered by the chaotic dark rainbow sphere. He knew it was Discords reiatsu, or strange magic. Sending weird tingling sensations around his body. It was as if he was the pole of a magnet, that was close to the same pole he was.

Ichigo could see that the small lights moved around, while Celestia stood alone, and her light send its rays far and did blind him a little. However Discords own, magic, there is no other word to describe his reiatsu. Was as if making Celestia’s rays go other directions, that his presence bend the light by itself like a black hole. It’s scary, that the can see this, and know the difference in power between Discord and Celestia!

Ichigo wanted out, he opened his eyes and found himself out of breath. He took three heavy breaths. The feeling left, however something still remained, something that told him Discord is close enough to make him feel sick. Ichigo supported himself on the fountain made from rocks, he sat on the bank.

‘That’s weird…’ The Teen thought ‘Only if he is directly contacting me or influencing me with his magic, I feel the crushing power.’

‘Indeed, look at the bright side, if he gets out we won’t suffer just because he is near, if he chooses to do something then we will then feel his reaitsu’s weight.’

‘Will it work the other way thou?’

‘I don’t know, but our world had different rules, this has different, it may be that our mechanics and this worlds mechanics struggle will bring us good and bad sides.’

Ichigo stood up, he felt kind of dizzy, but he shrugged it off, it was a small and weak feeling that would go away in a few minutes. He knew where Celestia is, he needs to go forwards. Ichigo went that way and the trees were no more, this time only meadows with flowers planted in a flowers pattern.

Red tulips made the petals, while the core was from black tulips, the same with the edges. Making a rose in the field, there was a narrow made from the same rocks path with small bushes, reaching his knees that went diagonal so that you could look at the rose made out of tulips. On the left, was a hydrangea made from other flowers that were familiar in color.

Bellflowers and larkspurs made the flower, scattered around randomly giving it its purple blue color a hydrangea has. Ichigo continued the follow the path, he saw statues of ponies, similar to Greek statues with them being almost naked. Showing their titties, while their more private parts were either hidden by their hands or simply the vesture they wore hid it.

One of such statues showed a mare, with her holding a pitcher, in which probably wine was in. The mare was wearing clothes but the author of the statue, had to implement some nudity, so it shows the servants cloth, that that shifted and revealed her left breast. Round, and small, size B. Luscious, Ichigo of course turned his gaze away, he didn’t like nudity even in art! Don’t judge his innocence!

Ichigo’s paths went to the right, while going with the paths he could see that in fact the gardens were placed before a slope. He could look into the distance, from the high point onto the wide land of Equestria, he stopped here for a second. Looking at the land, from the mountain, as this was a perfect viewing point.

He could see that on the horizon, some sort of mountains, started to appear, while also on the horizon, he could see blue, it had to be the sea. Of course there was a river going down the mountain passing the city into a big waterfall. He followed the river, and the river went thru a small town, like a village, barely noticeable. If he had a telescope, he could spy on the villagers that live there.

He looked up at the sky, there was a big cloud, on which were rainbows, that looked like solid material rainbows made from red, blue, green, yellow and so on. He could swear that this big ass cloud produced smaller clouds. He looked at the cloud, there was a rainbow that went nineteen degree down. It looked like an rainbow waterfall, that disintegrated after three hundred meters or so.

He looked elsewhere, next to the small village he saw, was an big dark forest, it looked spooky and scary. Like the forest from old tales where ghosts and monster live. This world is a fantasy world, maybe there live monsters, ghosts and weird people who resurrect the dead? With an big old castle where once something dark and malicious happen-

‘It did happen…’

Nightmare Moon happened there, if that’s what he thinks, because there was something mentioning a village and a forest of some sort. Maybe that’s the place? Luna lived in a different Castle at the time it may be that its right there in the forest? What’s the forest called anyway? He has to ask Celestia, she shouldn’t expect anything weird about that Question.

Ichigo continued on, he would like to maybe somewhere in the future see Equestria himself and look for interesting places. After all he will live here for the rest of his life. He needs to find a place to stay in and rest when he will suffer from the most common disease everybody will die from if nothing will get the sick person first. From being old.

Either way, Ichigo continued on, it didn’t take much time until he saw Celestia, sitting alone, wearing a straw hat. She also had a pair of sunglasses. Black sunglasses which had something written on them. Probably the name of the company that made them, that only the elites can buy themselves, because why should a pair of sunglasses cost five hundred bucks?

She sat on a concrete garden bench, the legs of the bench were two halves of a circle. While on what she sat on was a large plank, it looked cheap as hell he won’t lie. Celestia herself wore A simple yellow dress all the way to her knees. From where he stood he could see it clearly that she wore a dirty white bra.

‘Ohh, shit’ Ichigo thought embarrassed.

The whole area was clear with a tall tree in the middle. Its branches cut off so that only the upper branches were left, with in the middle it cast a shadow. The path ended here, now he had to step on the bare grass. The whole area was in the figure of a square. With bushes left and right, together with flowers.

Ichigo stepped on the grass, Celestia’s ears moved and seemed to turn to his direction. She looked at him, and he at her. Ichigo continued walking towards Celestia that smiled softly as the young teen made himself to the Princess. Her ears were fluffy and long, like the ones of a pony or a horse, he never saw ones up close so he doesn’t know exactly.

“I’m glad you came” She moved herself to make space for him, while patting the free place.

Ichigo approached and sat right next to Celestia who still looked at him. Ichigo looked at her back as she had her, douche smirk on her face. She had to lean forward a little so that her face and his could be on a similar height, and he wouldn’t have to look all the way up. She is tall, almost three meters. Her horn was quite sharp and long too although, it could be a little thicker, it looked too thin.

They sat like this for a moment and none of them said a word. Ichigo didn’t like the fact sun shined at him, it was warm, he shouldn’t have chosen his jacket, he could have taken a thin t-shirt in his wardrobe, then again they look horribly on him and he doesn’t like clothes that are so loose. He likes clothes that are slim and fitting.

“You wanted to tell me something or what?” Ichigo asked blankly with his eyebrows going downwards, giving him his regular scowl.

Celestia hang her head low, while her three colored hair feel hiding her face, he didn’t see if he looked won, smiling from what he said, or if she jut did that randomly. However she looked forwards, and swept her away to the side. It made Ichigo look away, girls do this all the time, and it looks adorable, he hates that!

“Well” She started with her calm motherly voice “I have a few questions, and something to announce, or rather propose to you.” She said, her tone giving the immersion she was already tired

“Ok” Was was his simple response “What is it?”

“Back there, when chrysalis was thrown away by Shining’s and Cadences love spell” She waved her hand to show chrysalis flew god knows where and to include some extra content into her sentence “That strange creature appeared”

This send a small shiver down Ichigo’s spine, so it will be questions about Mūnroau. He is prepared he has a good story already made up, that is way different from the one he thought of on the balcony a week ago.

“Yes, as I told you earlier, his name is Mūnroau”

Celestia nodded to herself, while it appeared she tried to get something from between her teeth “Tell me more if you can. You did much but I can’t risk you carrying something that can harm any of my ponies.”

“I understand, however he can be trusted. He is harmless.”

“He doesn’t look harmless” Celestia’s voice sounded more intimidating than before.

Ichigo, had to agree, Mūnroau doesn’t look harmless he looks like a demon. Horns, eyes covered by such an dark shadow it looks like he doesn’t have any. Sharp teeth looking like pistachios. Weird marking gong over his face and a hole in the chest that was covered for his luck.

“What is this Mūnroau, what does he do and why is he near you?“ She asked, and looked at him,

The atmosphere got tenser, even if Celestia had her sunglasses, he could tell that she had her yes narrowed, that she looked at him with an unfriendly and hostile stare, that burned itself thru him. Too bad he technically doesn’t have a soul and a heart in that matter.

“It may look like I’m against you right now, that I want to know things you are not comfortable with saying and sharing” She said, placing her hand on his shoulder

This was new, she started diplomatically, trying to look concerned about her own people, she acknowledges the fact that she is asking things he might be uncomfortable with saying. Well, he isn’t he has a story and he will tell it, but there are reasons for why she might have thought so. It’s nice she tries to make him feel better and encourage him to speak.

“You have done much, and I do trust you. However It would be best if you please told me what, it is”

‘I have a pronoun I’d like to hear her using when talking about me. It is He, him, his and so on. I’m not genderless.’ Mūnroau barked in Ichigo‘s mind.

“It's best if I told you, how it started. Because he wasn’t with me from the beginning. He is something more than just it. He had a very big impact in my life.” Ichigo started, making Celestia feel bad by calling him it.

“Then I’m ready to hear you out” She said crossing her legs and shifting herself towards him.

Her hooves, her legs, they were pretty, so leaning and the fur on them, it was so close to each other that from a few meters you could say it's bare skin. However Ichigo looked away from the, distraction, while, getting embarrassed by looking at her legs like that.

“So it started back home, in a small village where I was born in, we lived a simple life. My dad owned a clinic, he was a good doctor and we lived happily me with my family. I had two sisters, Yuzu and Karin. I liked old fairy tales about spirits and ghosts, legends about powerful beings that have interesting powers. How to harness the true power within yourself and so on.”

He gained Celestia’s attention, especially on the spirits and powerful beings part. He was trying to mix in the Shinto way of life together with some mythological folklore he knew of. Ichigo continued with the story. However Celestia cut him off.

“What’s a Dojo?”

“It’s a place where you learn martial arts, self-defense and how to properly incapacitate the opponent. “

“So you know how to fight?”

“Yes, I’m very good at that”

Seeing Celestia being satisfied with the answer, maybe even planning on using him somehow, as an policeman or maybe a guard, he continued on with his story.

“When I was older, I ventured with my father into a forest, he was about to teach me the art of wielding a sword. Now, swords where I come from are different then you may think. Some have a special ability, something we call reiatsu. It’s a force you can use, however you need a sword. A special sword.”

Celestia was even more interested in the story Ichigo was telling her, she looked like a child who was interested in a adventurers story. She could put her hand up and ask a dozen questions, starting with ‘what if!?’

“You ponies have unicorns, we have also our own versions. The thing is, that thousands of years ago, people didn’t know how to use that power, other than release it and destroy everything under its pressure. I don’t remember the name, but someone crafted a sword from the energy, from the reiatsu you call magic. Thru it, he could use his reiatsu, in his full potential. The same with my sword, these swords were passed down by families. As they recognized that the wilder was the son or daughter, they allowed themselves to be used.

He taught the people how to craft their swords, and pass them down the family lines. That’s when according to folklore, spirits came. They saw and sensed our power and they wanted to feed on it and become stronger.

My father gave me the family sword thru which we could use our reiatsu, every person’s reiatsu is different and also has a different color. It is also worth mentioning, that every time the next generation gets the sword, he has to choose a new name for it.

We found very weak spirits, that looked like big versions of bugs and scary birds. They were harmless, and destroyed the crops so they were an easy target to learn using my reiatsu. We ventured far and deep into the forest.

Everything has its own reiatsu and the spirits need to feed on things in order to survive. However that’s for another story. Once we went deep, my father started to get a little worried we might have gone too far, so we decided to go back. It went decently for me and my lessons.

We did for a very long time until I turned fifteen and went alone into the forest. Everyone who turns fifteen is supposed to survived in the forests fighting spirits, together with others having their swords. In the forest, while trying to sleep I heard bandits going towards the village,”

Ichigo stopped for a minute to look down and act as if he was sad, Celestia placed her hand again on his shoulder, she smiled softly. She was happy to hear him tell her his life story he made up. Ichigo continued onwards

“I wanted to go back and warn them, however I got lost, the whole village was defenseless as only we the young had the weapons and our parents didn’t. I saw smoke in the sky and light coming from the village.

I ran and saw that the bandits held hostages, the whole village came to listen to the demands. From many of the hostages, they had my sisters.

I dashed out of the forest, my father yelling at me to go back, the bandits had weapons and the villagers didn’t, they charged at me, I was blinded by pure emotions and anger at that time. I send a wave of wind, sharp and deadly thanks to my reiatsu that allowed me to do such moves. I hit three of them, they bleed and the cut was quite deep. I made a good chunk of them follow me back into the forest while the rest charged at the ones who hold my sisters as hostages.”

Ichigo started to talk faster

“I ran and ran, until I tripped and fell, I hit my head and sprained my ankle, not to mention that my sword, was lost somewhere in the bushes. The bandits caught up with me. They encircled me and wanted to kill me. They threatened to kill my family and sell my sisters as slaves, or use them in mines for so long until they don’t get older and…and…”

Ichigo was getting angry at himself, that he managed to make up such a horrifying story, he could have gone too far, but he went with it and he has to continue

“He came, from the forest, a roar could be heard, he leaped forward, all I saw was something white dashing forwards and throwing the bandits away. It was terrifying, I could feel that Mūnroau had a lot of reiatsu and was an powerful spirit.

He killed them, all. He materialized, the bandits said that its again him, and I didn’t exactly know what it meant. He, simply dashed forwards and used their weapons against them. However I saw that he was injured, severely, and he was weak. Mūnroau fell on his knees, collapsing before me. Breathing heavily.

They hurt him and fought with him, angered him, he was an powerful spirit therefore he was intelligent like we are. Capable of understanding words and emotions, he was a being that had empathy and could show it. He stood up, and walked towards me, he looked at me and at the dead bandits.

He proposed a pact, he needed emotions, he needed my reiatsu in order to kill the rest. He promised that we both will get revenge as he could feel my anger and hatred. He was a different class of spirit so to say. He feed on emotions. He was hurt and angered, he didn’t look like an hostile spirit, he looked like the neutral spirits that are sometimes even friendly to us.

I agreed, it made me stronger and his healing abilities healed my sprained ankle, my sword flew back to me, and my mask I had partially still on my face. Before I found myself a stone

I gained the ability called Sonido, and also made my blood dirty, the pact we had was forever until I die. In rage and with new power, I let self be carried by him, I came back seeing my father kneeling before the bandits that managed to hold out. I in defense of them killed them.

I was looked upon as someone who ruined my family’s bloodline, and was casted out by the villagers elders, my family was sorry however they still loved me and supported me. I had to venture on around my land as an outcast hiding the fact I was in a pact with a spirit. Sometimes I was allowed to come to the village, at night to reunite with my family. We are tolerant, however we value traditions above anything else.

That is, to the time…A war came”

Ichigo let out all the air in his lungs, he told this, and he reminded himself on the way how he gained his Shinigami powers, he again started to miss his home. His mom and father. He missed it again! He couldn’t however let it make him weak.

He looked at Celestia, she looked sad, her ears fell backwards, she looked sorry, she looked touched and she probably was, he told it all very believingly to his own surprise.

“The ultimate sign, that I became corrupted with the spirits essence and power, was the fact that my family sword. Turned white, it was entirely black.”

Ichigo took out his Zanpakutō ad showed it to Celestia, giving her the opportunity to look at the blade from close distance, it was very sharp like no other blade. It looked like metal, but it wasn’t metal. It would explain now why it is white. She thought it was a special kind of ore that looked white.

“I’m very sorry…I’m an old pony and I never heard of a land and nation like yours, with beings like you. It’s fascinating what lays behind the borders of Equestria” She said, taking off her sunglasses

She revealed her eyes, big, and purple, she was sad, she looked concerned.

“Mūnroau is a good person, he might look bad, however he is a good, annoying and not funny, offensive in many ways person.”

Celestia let herself allow a small smile creep on her face while Ichigo described him as such. She was interested in what else Ichigo has to tell her. However she has a few other questions, and she already decided to abandon one.

“I’m happy you told me, I was worried that he might be a bad force. What troubles me, is that, you…killed those bandits.”

Ichigo looked at her shocked, he told her a story of his life, not true, but made up and she has problems with the scenario and that he defended his family in it? He understands she is a peaceful person from character, however there are borders.

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong!” She added immediately “It’s just that, you did it in rage…Are sure you won’t enter such an state again?”

“I…I do have control over myself and him. If anything It would be only me, that’s all. At that time we were both angry and we were carried by emotions only, while I was weaker at the time, allowing him to control me in some degree, but now it’s different. We are Equal. He is m advisor, so to say.”

She looked fine with the answer he gave, she understood him, she understood the circumstances and even if she was against what he has done. She didn’t want to tell it out loud. Celestia really is an interesting person.

“I’m very happy to hear that. I promise that what you told me, will never be heard by anyone else…Maybe my sister if she would like to know.”

They looked at each other for a moment, deep into each other’s eyes, Ichigo felt bad for lying, however he had to say something. He hopes he won’t lose himself in his own lies in the end, might as well write them down, so that he will not commit a fail while thinking about his made up life.

Author's Notes:

So, comment as always and remember that if you are an editor, please help me out!

Do you think its offensive that Celestia assumed the hollows gender pronoun to be it? Even if Ichigo said its a HE?

The idea for Ichigo's Hollows story was given by...Final Fire! Under the comment section on chapter seventeen!