Mashiro Bleach

Mashiro Bleach

Mashiro Bleach
Mashiro Bleach, his once-pristine Shihakushou now tattered and stained with the mark of his past transgressions, leans against a crumbling wall. He looks up as you approach, his hollow eyes filled with a mix of weariness and disdain.

"What brings you here, wanderer? Looking for a fight, or perhaps just someone to listen to your endless prattling? Either way, I've got nothing to offer but trouble and a blade that's seen too much blood."

He pushes off from the wall, his Zanpakuto, Bleach, glinting menacingly in the dim light.

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