"I'm home!"
Ichigo had only just pushed open the familiar front door and had not even had time to change his shoes when two adorable little girls shot out from inside the house like cannonballs and wrapped themselves tightly around his legs.
"Big Brother, you're finally back from school!" Karin Kurosaki and Yuzu Kurosaki shouted in unison, innocent smiles blooming across their faces.
Ichigo gently patted their little heads, his eyes full of affection, though his tone was rather flat.
"Yeah. I'm back."
"Are you unhappy, Big Brother? Did something happen?" Yuzu asked, blinking her big watery eyes as she looked at Ichigo with concern.
Just then, a hearty laugh came from inside the house.
"Hahaha! Ichigo, did something unpleasant happen on your very first day of school?"
Isshin walked out wearing a white coat, his face relaxed and cheerful.
A bright smile hung on his face, as though he faced everything in life with optimism and humor.
Ichigo curled his lip and said unhappily, "It's because of this damn hair! Why didn't I inherit your black hair instead of Mom's orange hair?"
As he spoke, he roughly grabbed at his own hair, as though trying to change its color by force.
Isshin rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"I think orange looks great, though. Very handsome you know."
He winked and gave a mischievous smile.
Ichigo's eyes widened, and he roared angrily, "Do you know what happened today? Someone actually called me yellow-haired! Yellow-haired! He even shoved my head into a water basin and washed it several times just to check whether I dyed it!"
The more he spoke, the more worked up he became, and his voice grew louder and louder.
"Oh?" Isshin's interest was immediately piqued. "Who was bold enough, and skilled enough, to shove your head into a water basin?"
"Who else? Our school's dean of discipline."
Isshin immediately became even more interested.
"Your dean of discipline is that strong? What's his name?"
"His name? He didn't tell me. Or maybe I forgot?"
"But it doesn't matter. Tomorrow, I'll make sure he remembers my name."
Ichigo clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Oh? Sounds like my son already has a plan?" Isshin asked curiously.
"That's right! I'm going to teach him a lesson!"
An unusual light flashed in Ichigo's eyes.
"Dinner's ready! Stop chattering at the doorway."
Masaki Kurosaki adjusted her apron and looked at her family with a happy smile.
...
That night, Ichigo tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
He kept thinking about how he would make that hateful dean of discipline apologize to him the next day.
The following morning, Ichigo arrived at school early.
As soon as he walked through the gate, he saw that hateful dean of discipline again, exactly as expected.
He went straight up to him.
"Good morning, sir!" he shouted loudly.
The dean of discipline raised his head and looked at Ichigo.
"Mm. Morning."
"Sir, I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday," Ichigo said seriously.
The dean frowned.
"What happened?"
"You shouldn't have treated me like that. You should apologize to me!" Ichigo straightened his back.
The dean froze for a moment, then laughed.
"Apologize to you? Do you think that's possible?"
Ichigo's gaze grew even firmer.
"If you won't apologize, I'll make you regret it."
After saying that, Ichigo silently walked past the dean of discipline.
But just as he passed him, Ichigo suddenly reached out and grabbed the dean's arm tightly.
Immediately after, his foot swept out in a standard judo move.
He was trying to make the dean of discipline become intimately acquainted with the ground and fall flat on his face!
Ichigo's heart was full of anticipation as he imagined the scene that was about to unfold.
"Remember this. My name is Kurosaki Ichigo! My hair color is natural! Hahaha!"
That way, from now on, no one would dare call him "yellow-hair" again.
Ideals were always beautiful.
Reality, however, was often cruel.
Although Ichigo successfully grabbed the dean's arm, the dean himself stood firm as a mountain and did not move in the slightest.
Ichigo's sweeping kick, meanwhile, felt as though it had struck a slab of solid iron.
A sharp, bone-deep pain shot up his leg.
"Ah! Ow, ow, ow!"
Ichigo cried out in pain, unable to stop himself from clutching his leg and hopping on one foot.
"Is your leg made of iron or something? Why is it so hard?"
The dean of discipline gave a cold laugh and easily shook off Ichigo's grip.
He looked at Ichigo mockingly and said, "Yellow-hair, you think you can make me apologize with that little bit of skill? Did you think I spent all these years as a dean of discipline for nothing?"
Ichigo gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his leg as he glared at the dean. In his heart, he secretly swore that one day, he would make the man pay.
Just then, the school bell rang.
Ichigo knew he had no chance today.
"You'll see next time!"
Leaving behind that fierce threat, he turned and headed toward the classroom.
The dean of discipline watched Ichigo's departing back, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
'Ichigo is actually pretty interesting. Still, I'll have to teach him a lesson and show him how terrifying I can be.'
This dean of discipline was none other than Kazuma, the shameless old schemer.
After Kazuma returned from Soul Society all those years ago, he had been living in Karakura Town.
In order to get closer to Ichigo, Kazuma had gone to great lengths.
Through various methods, he had finally obtained the position of dean of discipline at Karakura First High School!
...
After Ichigo returned to the classroom, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
His mind kept imagining how he would defeat the dean of discipline next time.
His seatmate, Orihime Inoue, saw his furious expression and asked worriedly, "Ichigo, what's wrong?"
Ichigo slammed the desk hard and said through gritted teeth, "It's that damn dean of discipline! He actually…"
Orihime leaned over, gently patted Ichigo on the shoulder, and comforted him softly.
"Don't be angry, Ichigo. This time, you were in the wrong too. Sneak-attacking him and still failing to win isn't exactly good behavior, you know."
Her voice was soft and warm, as though it could soothe away every frustration.
Ichigo's eyes widened, and he snapped back angrily, "I just wanted him to apologize! He refused, so I only wanted to mess with him a little. Who knew his leg would be that hard?"
After saying that, he could not help touching his still-aching right foot, his heart full of regret and helplessness.
Just then, Chad, who was nearby, overheard their conversation and curiously leaned over.
"Ichigo, is this dean of discipline really that strong?"
His eyes revealed a trace of surprise and curiosity.
Ichigo sighed and explained everything to Chad in detail.
After listening, Chad frowned slightly, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"So something like that happened… I'll help you test him later."
His tone was very confident, as though he had great faith in his own strength.
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