The younger swordsman listens to his master's words with a slight tilt of his head, before rolling his shoulders in a casual shrug. "If I told you 'yes'," he begins, voice kept low, "would you take me any more seriously?"
With little more than a blurred motion from his right hand, the young samurai takes hold of the nearest table and shoves it back against a wall, clearing more space in the center of the bar. His other hand fidgets idly with the neckline of his shirt, tugging at it as if wanting air. Steely gray eyes, however, remain locked on the form of his mentor. "Thing is, though, I haven't cared about the revenge thing in years. If you want me to be perfectly honest, you probably did me a favour. Masaru was a great captain, and a great man. He and Itsuki represent everything that an Onigami should strive to be. That said... he was a shitty father."
Ryuhou pauses briefly, brow twitching in annoyance as if sensing something unpleasant, before speaking once more. "A shitty father, and he didn't have what it took to make me who I needed to be. Then you showed up. You baptized me in blood. You forged my steel in the hottest of flames. You raised me into a killer, a weapon, and somehow kept me from turning into the kind of Onigami trash that we've been hunting. I respect that. It's a debt that I can't repay. But..."
His stance changes slightly, one heel turning out, a small turn towards a profile view. His right hand sinks low, towards the hilt of his left-hip blade.
"You're a wall, Ichigo. One I can't get around. So if I want to prove that I'm the best the Onigami have to offer... I have to go through you."
"No hard feelings."
Push your care, push your burdens aside, erase everything inside and leave just one thing on your mind.You only live once, so just go f.ucking nuts.RIP Okinami - RIP Shadow