good challenges are rare || Kurata&Akamine
His sword met no more resistance than a hot knife would when going through butter, as it sliced the creature, nearly splitting it in two. It fell with a dull thud and Ichiro sighed, watching as his each exhalation left a small trace of steam in the air. He knew he had to keep moving, to keep himself warm, for the cold was beginning to seep through every hole on his uniform. If not for this agonizing hint of an upcoming winter, he would've enjoyed his task far more, even if didn't present any real challenge. But the temperature was too low for his liking and he needed a boost, something to up the ante; something that would make killing low-level hollows interesting again.
Or someone.
The moment he saw the other, his sullen expression vanished, mouth twisting into a smirk. He inspected her for a few seconds longer before he moved, knowing full well she had already spotted him. They were the only shinigami in the area, after all.
"Wanna play?" came his greeting as he appeared just beside her, nodding in the direction of a few hollows that emerged from the woods.