Ichigo came out of the house the moment it was all over, in one hand he held a sandwich made from stale bread, a bit of lettuce, a couple of tomato slices and some strips of jerky, it was a bit salty but heavenly on an empty stomach. On his right hand was an opened and already half empty bottle of milk, the cold weather had made it quite chilled which was just how he liked his milk.
He had kept track of the whole fight trough sensing their energies but upon exiting the house he allowed a few moments to read the situation with his very eyes, taking a bite of his sandwich which was immediately followed by a sip of milk, mixing it all in his mouth, barely chewing it and swallowing it all in one go. It honestly didn't seem like a half bad job considering the girl's aptitude for combat, of course her Onigami bloodline played a major role in it, which was something he never liked to rely on, but it seemed like a decent enough job. As an Onigami, overwhelming strength and blinding speed was something that came natural to them, few were the times where an Onigami was actually overpowered by someone of a similar level so they had become complacent, relying too much on their physical advantages. Ichigo's philosophy was that if you can't beat your enemy without relying on your natural born abilities then your victory isn't one to be happy about.
He made his way to the girl holding her sides and noticed the ripped clothing and blood staining both cloth and hands. As his hands were full Ichigo moved one of his feet, pushing Aoi's arm up and the hand away from the wound so he could get a better look at it. It wasn't fatal or anything of the sort but it was a disappointment. Ichigo lowered his foot and turned his back to her, facing the only thug that was still in a condition to talk.
"No lunch for you..."
He said to her just before taking another big bite of the sandwich and yet another large sip of milk, all the while making his way to the conscious man. In truth, she should count herself lucky, had she lost and survived or won by a narrow margin then he'd just leave her behind without another word.
As he reached the man he swallowed the food filling his mouth and placed his boot over the man's wrist, pressing it so hard that he felt like the bones would crack at any moment, prompting the man to release a painful cry.
"Don't like interrogations so you have three seconds to answer. What happened to the villagers?"
The man didn't respond, in fact all he could focus on was the pain shooting through his arm. Ichigo pressed down, easily snapping the man's bones and while taking another bite moved his boot from around the wrist to the elbow.
"Three seconds, same question."
He said with his mouth full and this time the man responded with tears in his eyes.
"We don't know! One of our guys passed yesterday and saw that it was empty too, so we figured we could make some easy money! I swear, it's the truth!"
He swallowed, yet again barely chewing the sandwich in his mouth and continued with the questioning.
"So it happened in other villages?"
He asked, referring to the man's use of "too" in the previous answer. The man nodded frantically and responded.
"Yea! At least three other places in the area. People just up and vanished! We have no idea why!"
Ichigo looked down at the man for a few seconds and then, without a hint of hesitation, placed his foot on the man's throat, put the last bit of sandwich and milk in his mouth and casually snapped the man's neck right then and there.