That's How To Do It
Ichigo was in a quiet place right now, a place of calm and zen in the midst of swirling chaos of black and white and steel. Flash, flash, flash, clang. People cried, roared, screamed. The earth ran red with the blood of many, both Shinigami and Hollow alike. Yet even amongst all this, a whirlwind of violence and death. Ichigo remained perfectly still looking at the floor.
Then, a hum of a blade slicing through the air, breaking his reverie, a hand was all that was needed to stop this one... dead. A raised arm, a thud, a strangled cry a twist and a kick and then nothing. Stillness again. Ichigo looks up sharply. There. His long black cloak flapped lightly in the breeze, Tensa Zangetsu's chain rattled slightly, a subtle indication that the cutting moon wished to slice once more. Ichigo's fingers grip the hilt a touch tighter, his eyes narrow, the target is clear now.
The battle rages on but at this point time virtually stops, a dark blur is all that some see, and only then for a fraction of a second, its like something has phased out of reality, but no one can tell whats missing. But then as quick as it had gone, it comes again, time returns to normal. Ichigo, on one knee, his blade held out behind him, beyond that his target. Any second now... there. A gasp of horrified realisation, a hundred cuts appear as if from nowhere on the targets body, as if the air itself had cleaved through iron hard skin, bone and sinew. A bright burst of colour briefly occurs as the blood of the target takes leave of its body, before the corpse tumbles to the ground, nothing more than a pile of flesh.
A voice only one man can hear then speaks: 'Now that's how to do it Ichigo. That's how you use Bankai,' Ichigo smiles, and that's all that's needed .