Drip of the blade?

HungarianUzumaki: You thought I was done! Ha! I am never that week! I have found new inspiration that I can't believe I missed earlier! I only really started looking because so many people started following.

Hichigo: so you're not dead?

HungarianUzumaki: not yet! And this is like going way back to Kenny's fight to yeah… anyways; you'll be in this one!

Hichigo: I'm getting a bad felling from this. At least you still don't own Bleach.

HungarianUzumaki: true… true

Kenpachi had just taken off his eye patch and a flood of spirit presser overwhelmed Ichigos senses. He tighten his grip on Zangestu and the building behind Kenpachi fell, slowly he closed his eyes and took a breath in.

Old man Zangestu placed a hand on his shoulder "Can you hear it Ichigo? The cry of his sword?" Of course he could, anyone with ears could hear the pear amount of pain the blade was in. Anyone except the one that matters "He can not hear it. When two who do not trust each other fight, they only destroy each other." Zangestu new this, he saw it happing every time Ichigo fought. The pain his soul was in, and the boy didn't even know it. "And one who only believes in himself cannot understand this." But it didn't matter at this point, the boy needed strength, strength only he could give him. "Ichigo, can you trust me?" it wasn't a question to the boy but a question to himself.

"That goes with out saying." Ichigo replied, reading himself for the final attack. "I'm putting all my power in your hands." He started glowing with old man zangestus power. "Do want you want with it." He didn't know what he was saying, but it didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was winning. "Lend me your power!"

Zangestu knew he could only give so much; he could only give what he had taken from the real Zangestu. He muffled it with his stored up Quincy powers and pushed them into the blade. "Yes." Even with the muffled power, Ichigos renshi shot up to an unrealistic amount. Easily matching the captain that stood in front of him.

With that old man Zangestu sunk down into the inner world. "I'm sorry."He said to the hollow, who was clutching his side. "The pain will pass when Ichigo wins."

"That doesn't make it hurt any less." He cursed as he felt a large portion of his power being taken. "Why aren't you helping?" he asked and he allowed himself to sit to deal with the pain.

"I'm doing all I can to make sure he doesn't bleed out before the fight is over."

Suddenly the sky became almost red in color "Lot of help your doing!" the hollow cursed as he forced himself to allow some sort of protection to Ichigo, it wasn't much but it softened the blow. Soon the sound of a body hitting the ground echoed though the sideways world. "Do you think he won?"

"He is still alive."

"That wasn't the question."

"But that was my answer. He is alive and the healer boy is coming to pick him up."

"Ya know, you don't make that bad of a zanpato." Hichigo laughed as he started up at the sky "Not as good as me of corse."

HungarianUzumaki: Yep... pretty suck... I wanted to do something better but hay, not everything can be a master piece

Hichigo: this isn't even close

HungarianUzumaki: shut up before I shove you in the building again