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A scowl . Light brown eyes assess the other Captain -- since when did he become taller? A blank look replaced the scowl on his face. Ichigo blinked a few times, his mouth opening then closing. He sucked when it came to sensing spiritual pressure so he opted to voice his questions instead. This wasn't what he expected, ❝ ...You're Toshiro's brother or somthin'? You guys look awful similar. ❞ honestly. . .he may have brains when it comes to fighting, but not remembering what his pals looked like.
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T o be repetitiously mistaken for a notional individual of kin, a fictitious assumption of an older brother, not only once, strikingly not even twice, but thrice, was a comfortable yet bothersome happening. The veritable actuality that those he had deemed acquaintances could not remotely distinguish the universality of who he was by appearance regardless of his expeditious growth in stature and the maturity of faux adulthood with which had overlaid wholly aloft otherwise youthful features was awfully pitiful; one would have assumed that these fools, Ichigo, and the two valor lieutenants positioned adjacent to Byakuya’s flanks, would have been effortlessly capable, at least in their present-day, of identifying the bwintry-personified militant commander by his distinctive, influential, Reiatsu. ------- The disappointing exhibition of sheer ignorance rendered a brace of fine brows to momentarily furrow whilst an exasperated exhalation of breath absconded from Hitsugaya’s overworking lungs. " I never expected someone with a immense deficiency in intelligence to recognize me immediately, Kurosaki. " an abrupt suspension as he eyes the adolescent with equanimity. " -- Nevertheless, it's reassuring knowing that this war has not changed you. " Pate inclines and he smiles.
