...cluded 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 his sword had already pierced the side of Ichigo’s shirt, and had it been an inch to the left, it would have stabbed him straight through. “Rest up, Yoruichi will train you next.”
“Great.” Ichigo sighed. For a cat, Yoruichi was bossy. She was the one who taught him the flash steps, though he had no idea where a cat would learn that sort of techniques – though he had no idea where a cat would learn to talk either.
“Yoruichi, what kind of cat are you?” Ichigo said, it was the end of a long day and a long training session with the ca...