Ichigo was a quiet, kind, protective, and gentle girl. Well. She was when she was at school. Or in the human world. She was quiet. Speaking very few words. She was kind and gentle. Some might even call her motherly. Her eyes would constantly swap between blank emotionless to kind, gentle, and loving. Her hands where rough and scarred from her training with her father. But. Ichigo was also harsh. Merciless. Brutal. And. Deadly silent. She knew. She knew her father was a Soul Reaper. She knew she had a hollow inside of her. She knew she was only PART human. She knew her mother was a Quincy. Even as a small child she had those knowing eyes. Bright. And knowing. She knew what a spirit was. But she could not tell the difference between a spirit and a person. After that day she swore. She swore that she'd protect her father and sibling. And she'd protect anyone that joined her circle. Her mother and father knew that s he knew. How she knew they did not know. So. Instead of questioning it. They trained her. They prepared her.
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