Re: CoD ~ R1 M5 [Eragon (Ichigo) vs RandomPenguin (Rock Lee)]
The raven coloured robes of the warrior before Lee was as familiar to the ghostly crew as their mere presence was to their wearer- he had been aware of their existence all his life and their gathering to this fight seemed to bother him less than the awkward swaying of the vessel upon which they were perched. A number of times already, the orange-haired youth had lost his balance and almost gone skipping along the deck, only for the sandals strapped over white, sock-like clothing to catch and for him to re-assert himself and his stance once again.
Speaking of which, it wasn’t a particularly professional way to fight; he stood almost -but not quite- straight backed, and fixed his opponent with a scowl, his spiky hair swept clear of brown-coloured eyes. His weapon of choice, a huge cleaver like blade with a bandage wrapped where the hilt should have been, rested upon his shoulder and was grasped lightly, in what one might almost call a yakuza pose. His face seemed to resonate a stereotypical ‘tough guy’ aura… something the serous expression didn’t change.
“Ichigo Kurosaki, substitute soul reaper!” he announced, introducing himself to his oddly attired opponent and ignoring the ghosts upon the deck… at least, for the moment. Right now, his attention was focused upon this tournament... stopping hollows could wait.
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