#Karakura

[jilted-love]

Yusuke, drunk off his ass and flirting: Kurama, your hair is so smooth and beautiful. I wanna smooooooccchh.

Kurama, giggling softly and running his hand through Yusuke's unstyled hair: Thank you. Your hair is beautiful too. You should grow it.

Karasu: Kurama, your hair is so smo-

Kurama: I will make fertilizer out of your rotting flesh.

[bleachconfessionsig]

I have the desire to read or watch a mini ark of Bleach: College years [insert better title here] just so I can watch the Karakura Squad fumble or flourish in the immediate breath of adulthood. I wanna see Ichigo and Chad being roommates. I wanna see Orihime and Uryu doing some cosplay side hustles. I wanna see Kiego and Mizuiro bicker about who's the worst roommate and try to get either Ichigo and/or Chad to side with one of them. And I wanna see Tatsuki meet Riruka and Hiyori and the chaos that would bring. Just, basically a slice of life with chiller stakes for a while. Think it'd be fun.

[gear-project]

I liked the new desings of Necro and Undine, but for some reason, they now SOMEHOW remind me of Aria Hale and Frederick... like if fragments of their souls before turning gears ended functioning like Jojo's STANDS for Dizzy.

Like for real, is cute and weird at the same time xD

Necro and Undine have "less facial features" to them than previous games designed them as, so the similarity between the "phantom past" of Frederick and Aria is similar in 'design' but that's about it.

And actually, despite this, Necro and Undine are just as expressive as they always have been, with one NEW addition:

Ms. Karakura (Karakura-san), is the name of Dizzy's Tail, though we don't know what sort of personality she has.

So as to avoid confusion (with Necro, Undine, and Karakura) Dizzy often identifies as "she" (as opposed to "they"), which fits Dizzy's more amicable, motherly nature.

I said it before, but older Guilty Gear concept references refer to Necro and Undine as a "Guardian System" within Dizzy, so their original purpose was as a kind of natural defense mechanism for Dizzy's body.

Most Gears are created as weapons in mind (when they are created), so their own weaponized aspects are more of a biological extension of whom they are. But the separation in definition between "weapon" and "person" is made (since it can't be fully determined if Necro/Undine/Karakura have souls of their own at this point, or if they are simply a manifestation of Dizzy's own soul, similar to a Mobile Minion or Summoned Servant).

Still, despite the weaponized aspects, Dizzy is technically STILL half-human, due to being born from Justice' D.N.A. (though it's never fully made clear the circumstances of her birth, whether natural or artificially induced).

Needless to say, but Sol took some amounts of time adapting to the idea of being her biological father (and by extension Sin Kiske's grandfather), since he never had a fully established intimate relations with Aria (since he had only just barely proposed to her in the past). Despite that past mystery involving Aria, his current relationship with Jack-O' takes priority (even if she isn't technically Dizzy's mother officially, after absorbing Justice in to her own body). Sol still refers to Dizzy by her Queen title, respectfully.

Even so, Dizzy seems to take great pride in the fact Sol is her father (despite her lofty position now, as a Queen), though it's still unclear how the residents of Vialattea would take such information if they knew a Gear Bounty Hunter was the Queen's Father... (most likely it is kept a secret within the family).

[thebiggestwheel]

What If Tatsuki Became a Fullbringer

[bessamanu1986]

Dos miradas llenas de determinación en la falsa Ciudad Karakura

Un dibujo que he hecho del momento en el que Aizen y Momo se "reencuentran" (cuando ella salva a Rangiku de un ataque de la fracción de Tier Harribel (Emilou Apacci, Franceska Mila Rose y Cyan Sung-Sun), mientras que Aizen siente su presion espiritual y se sorprende al sentirla, pero lo disimula, mientras ella reconoce que él es el enemigo a pesar de seguir llamándole "Capitán") durante la batalla en la falsa Ciudad Karakura. Quizás una de mis escenas favoritas de Bleach 🔥🔥🔥

Two looks full of determination in the False Karakura Town

A drawing I made of the moment in which Aizen and Momo "reunite" (when she saves Rangiku from an attack by the Tier Harribel (Emilou Apacci, Franceska Mila Rose and Cyan Sung-Sun) fraction while Aizen feels her spiritual pressure and is surprised to feel it, but hides it, while she recognizes that he is the enemy despite continuing to call him "Captain") during the battle in the fake Karakura City. Maybe one of my favorite Bleach scenes 🔥🔥🔥

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Kenpachi Zaraki (Bleach) Chapter 5

“(Y/N)-san!!”

“It’s fine I got it.”

The hollow behind you looked pretty accomplished. You could see the fear on Kiyone’s face. It was a fast one. It moved in to attack, but you already drew your sword. It froze in place, because you hadn’t even turned around. You slid the blade in from under your arm. It struck right in its stomach. You spun around midair, locking your legs around its waist. It didn’t have a chance to react, because you pushed your sword upwards, slicing it in half. It faded in a matter of seconds, and Kiyone watched in awe.

“You really are amazing (Y/N)-san!!”

She’d looked pretty happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. It was weird, you never really cared for praise in the past. Now that you were being placed on more missions, especially in the world of the living, you felt like you were responsible. You weren’t even the superior assigned to this mission. Shinji appeared.

“Guess you guys dealt with the problem on this side. I think I got all of them.”

“We did too. What would you like us to do Taicho?”

“You guys can take a break. Kiyone-san volunteered to assist so I think she deserves a break. Especially with all the hollows she took down. “ She suddenly looks bashful.

“I-I only got two of them Hirako-taicho.”

“Still, good job. We’re not expected to leave until tomorrow. We can head over to Kisuke’s.”

“Hai Hirako-taicho!” Kiyone agreed happily.

“Actually Taicho, is it okay if I explore a little?”

“Of course, don’t stay out too late.” He gave a little wave, and they took off.

Your gaze moved to the cloudy sky. This wasn’t the first time that you came to Karakura Town. It just felt nostalgic today. It’s possible that the snow was giving you those feelings of longing. You couldn’t help but wonder what Kenpachi and Yachiru were doing at the moment.

You could almost hear Yachiru’s cheery voice as she called you.

“Spikey-chan!!”

It was so clear. Almost like she was right there.

“SPIKEY-CHAN!!”

“Eh?”

You were tackled midi air and you jest back when she dives into your chest.

“Y-Yachiru?! How are you here?”

“Ken-chan got us a mission. We got done super fast so we came looking for you but we got lost. We missed you.”

She’s laughing, and when you look up there he is. Maybe it’s the snow that’s dampening his hair, but it’s laying down on his shoulders a bit more than usual. The lights of the town cast a bit of a delicate light on his figure. For a moment, you do lose your breath.

“It’s boring back there, we needed something to fight.”

His eyes have that casual look to them as if he’s unbothered. But it sort of warms your heart to think they came all the way here just for you.

“Let’s go and look at the big wheel!!” Yachiru points off in a direction, and before you can say much she’s pulling you along.

“W-Wait!”

She’s going pretty fast with a smile on her face, and Kenpcahi follows at your side. You can’t help but take a glimpse at it all.

“I almost forgot what it felt like..to care about someone..”

You’d been alone for such a long time that it’s strange that you’ve so easily made these two unlikely friends. Given how your first meeting went, you can’t help but wonder if this was some kind of faith. The smile on Yachiru’s face gives you hope.

Something you’ve hadn’t felt in centuries.

[bankaizen]

𖦹⭒°｡⋆ (ง ❛‿❛)ง

[incorrctbleach]

Ichigo, to anyone: So are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)?

[zmeitsssa]

Happy Halloween!!!

[elyonholic]

「 I will never forgive him for leaving us without an explanation. 」 

[recurring-polynya]

I've been really looking forward to getting to the episode of the Reigai Arc where Byakuya runs, because Byakuya running is the funniest thing in the world to me. Dude doesn't even walk, he glides around like he's wearing heelies. I think they got sheet ghosts up in the Kuchiki family tree somewhere.

Anyway, in my bated-breath anticipation for this event, I got completely sucker punched by the reason he was running, which was (are you ready for this?) because the only way to get back through the Dangai was to draft the Kōtotsu.

I have only seen one Fast and Furious, so I don't know if drafting was ever a plot point on one of those movies. I know in my heart that Hisagi would have begged to be included in Hitsugaya's Crew here, but unfortunately, he was busy doing this:

Everything about this episode is phenomenal (Byakuya makes a stinkface at Urahara, Komamura fights the Restrictive Current, Orihime has a cute fit), but you can go watch it yourself if you want. This is what I am really here for:

::here's Wonderwall voice:: here's Byakuya running

[laughing-moonlight]

*Not Pictured* Aizen in the background trying very hard not to lose his mind

[crispybonkeggllama]

If ichigo was a crybaby as a child, the fact that ossan hates rain and all means that ichigo is STILL a crybaby, he just doesn't cry out loud, his crying is all internal.

But i like to think he sometimes gives himself 'alone time' to cry.

Soooooooo-

Imagine at the Shoten all the group and his sisters and family, goat-face being a clown that he is wailing all the evening that he and ichigo had their usual family banter but this time was worse, 'cause isshin was wailing about how his kids grew up so fast and he wants to baby them etc etc only for ichigo hurting and scarring inside a little more because it was him since nine who took care of sisters and helped in the neighbourhood to gain some money and stole some from isshin's wallet and it was difficult, it was tough and he doesn't like to remember this, because when he does he's tearing up and isshin wasn't even supposed to be at the shoten today-

So he storms off at some moment with goat face's shouting at how his son is a tsundere in the background.

And everyone just thinks that ichigo needs time to cool off, they saw and heard these acts of 'tough love' several times already only for ichigo not returning even after half an hour. Thus they went to search for him. And of course with his radiating reiatsu it was easier to find him, though urahara and yoruichi were the first to do so, but they were just standing there, staring.

They found him at the riverbank silently shedding tears with his knees up to his chin.

Curling in a ball trying to supress his shaking shoulders and sniffs.

Blinking rapidly to wipe away the tears with the base of his hand.

And his lips were trembling with each shuddered breath-

'Oh,' urahara thought, seeing as the gang caught up to them with various looks of disbelief and fear. 'Isshin, you fool, you utter fool.'

Not that he felt any ounce of sympathy towards his old friend.

Judging by the looks in everyone's eyes and slowly seeping bloodlust in the air as the situation sank in the minds, the man won't be able to even be near orange head in the near future.

(And he would gladly and enthusiastically assist)

No one can make kurosaki ichigo cry and get away with it, as it turned out.

[wolfsrainrules]

I love your Bleach headcanons and AUs so much that I can't help but make my own that I need to share so:

KHR/Bleach crossover: Dying Will Flames use Reishi as a fuel source. Flames are created when they "burn" the reiatsu. Flame actives were some of the first natural shinigami as they use up the reishi in an area and, with enough will they can even destroy hollows by burning *THEIR* reishi up. Even Latents will casually burn the residual reshi around them.

Because of this, Nanimori is almost completely devoid of spiritual energy, in contrast with Karakura, which is drowning in it. Shinigami and Hollows once knew about Dying WillFl. Hollows would even specifically go after Flame Users, even though they don't register to spiritual senses. However, as Shinigami became more prevalent, Dying Will Flames fell out of use, especially since they interfered with kido spells. Hollows society is too volatile, and the members who still remember DWF are now too powerful to leave Hueco Mundo. Only the Soutaicho and a select few Shinigami remember DWF as well as what they can do.

Forgot this performance the KHR/Bleach AU

Everyone thinks that since they're dead, souls can no longer use DWF. This is not true. You don't stop having will just because you die. DWF reflect your soul. That's not even taking into account that Soul Society is technically a 'Second Life'. ***** Ooohhh yes, Yes this is good fun. (Sorry it took me 9000yrs to look at this) But i love the concept!!! this is fantastic fun

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Komamura Sajin (Bleach) - Oneshot

“Run.” 

You remembered that being the logical thought. Possibly the last thought. Your arm was bleeding profusely. One would think that monsters had caused this ordeal. But that was not the case. 

“Think you’re so smart huh.” 

She grinned, balancing the bat on her shoulder. The book the other girl threw hit you square in the face, but you never even flinched. Because pain was a part of your life. Your mother used to say that people feared things they didn’t understand. In your case, it was intelligence. You didn’t purposely try to make others look bad. Your brain just worked differently. 

So as you tried to elevate the pain of your bleeding arm, you stared down at your bag on the floor. You should have just run. Your legs were fully functioning. If you left now, you could avoid this, at least for today. But you knew deep down that if you did, then this would be your life. This had been going on for weeks. Everytime you were confronted, you ran. But nothing changed. So this time, you promised yourself you would put an end to it. 

You straightened from your bent position, lifting your head. 

“I’m not that smart, you’re just all way too stupid.” 

If you were going to get beaten, you’d at least make it count. 

That obviously wasn’t what they wanted to hear. When she gritted her teeth and rushed forward, you lifted your arm to take the hit. 

“This time, I’m fighting back.” 

That’s what you intended to do. But one second you were standing in front of them, and the next your body felt like it had teleported. There was a light hold on your shoulders, and your eyes widened. Because when you landed, you were in an open field. The first thing your eyes caught was the black and white robes. There was a number printed on the back. 

“I don’t understand why humans hurt each other. Are you not all the same?”The man spoke.  It sounded like musings to himself. 

His voice was deep, and you couldn’t truly see his face. His back was turned. A part of you thought that you were imagining it all. The pain had won and you’d passed out. But that was not the case, because when he finally turned around, you didn’t expect the head of a fox to be attached to the huge titan of a being standing before you. You were frozen, because this should not have been possible. Golden orbs were locked unto your injured form, and you could barely get the words out. 

“You can see me?” 

There was a pique of intrigue in his voice. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. 

When he moved closer, you should have made a run for it. Because your brain quickly evaluated all the impossibilities of the entire meeting. Then you saw the sword, and it became apparent that if this being wanted to hurt you, he could very easily. So you didn’t move, barely breathed. When he lifted his hand, your eyes closed shut, preparing for the worse. Seconds seemed to rush by, and instead of pain, you felt a warm sensation on your injured arm. Your eyes opened, and the green glow reflected from his palms had you breathless. Right before your eyes, those wounds seemed to regenerate all on their own. When the injury disappeared, so did that magical glow. He removed his hand, looking you over. As if searching for any more wounds.

“I won’t hurt you.” 

His stature and voice were pretty intimidating, regardless of the words he spoke. He was still looking at you, and you were still very much paralyzed. 

“I apologize, I know my form takes some getting used to.” He took a step back, and you found your shoulders relaxing. His eyes conveyed a strange sort of sympathy. Like he was apologizing not just for his appearance, but the pain that he had absolutely nothing to do with. 

“I wish you luck, human. It was brave of you to stand up to them. I hope that in the future they’ll be more cautious when approaching.” 

There was a hidden message in those words, and you didn’t even have a chance to question it, because he was gone in the blink of an eye. After that day, you never saw him, not for a while. He was right about one thing though, whatever he had done, it had successfully scared your bullies they never approached you again. 

~

“The World of the Living is so strange.” Kiyone voiced. Her eyes darted from left to right. 

“Quit messing around, we’re on a mission Kiyone!” 

“Urasai!! Kentaro!!” 

The bickering started, and Komamura sighed. He’d been appointed to this particular mission because Ukitake was otherwise occupied in the Rukon District. He knew if his subordinates had their way, they would have followed. But he insisted, and they took that as a challenge to show how useful they could be. So as they made their visit to do reckon with Urahara, Komamura hoped the entire trip wouldn’t be this way. He’d always prided himself on being responsible. Because he was. But when he caught sight of the female below, a sense of familiarity rushed through him. He altogether halted, and so did the two third seat officers. 

“Is something wrong Komamura-taicho?” He shook his head. 

“Please wait for me at Kisuke’s shop.” They didn’t even question it. 

“Yes taicho!” They responded in unison, taking off. Komamura’s eyes drifted down below, and despite a part of his brain telling him to stay away, he needed to know. He flashstepped, and the next time he landed, it was a few feet in front of you. If he was wrong, then you would merely walk past him. But when he saw those curious eyes land right on him, he recognized the face immediately, and so did you. There was nothing but shock on your face, and your hand tightened the grip on your bag. 

“You..” 

“She looks different.” 

Happier if he had to guess. You were no longer in uniform, but what appeared to be a business suit. It couldn’t have been any longer than two years he was away from the last time he saw you. 

“You look better. I’m glad.” 

A smile spread on Komamura’s face. When he saw the tears well up behind your eyes. He wasn’t sure what to expect. So when you ran right into his arms, he was the one paralyzed this time. You hugged him like your life depended on it. 

“Thank you so much! You changed everything, you…changed my life..” You didn’t care that you were probably looking a little insane crying in the middle of the street to a being others couldn’t see. You were grateful. His one good deed had given you the motivation to stand up for yourself. Your philosophy was that if talking foxes could fall from the heavens and heal your wounds, then you could stand up to bullies. That’s what you did. From that day on, you stood up for yourself in every sense. You were now an esteemed doctor. All thanks to him. 

“I merely did what anyone should have.” You smiled, pulling back. He was pretty modest. Komamura couldn’t help but feel relieved. 

“It is great to see you smiling so radiantly. “ 

All he had remembered was the empty look you wore as those girls tore into you. But this version, it was a much better memory. 

One he was happy to carry.

You realized at that moment that you never even knew his name.

“Komamura, Sajin.” 

It rolled off his tongue like a melody you could listen to forever. 

“(Y/N) (L/N).” 

Shaking his hand, all you really knew is that you would love nothing more than to see him again. 

As faith would have it, you did.

~

“Soul Reapers?” 

“Yes. “ 

“Wow.” 

You’d invited him to your house on one of his trips here. You couldn’t help but ask all the questions you’d wondered about the first time you saw him. 

“So why am I the only one who can see you?” 

“Because your spiritual pressure is higher than most humans. I was impressed as well. I never intended to be seen that day.” 

That made a lot of sense.

Komamura sipped at his tea, a bit oblivious to your orbs running over his furry form. You were peering at him, and when he caught on, a bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“You have ears and a tail. Is that normal where you’re from?” 

He laughed inwardly.

“It isn’t. I am a special case.” 

“You are special.” He didn’t expect the sincerity you seem to glow with. 

“So are you.” He complimented. 

You blushed, looking away. 

“Thank you.” It was a murmur. One he found oddly adorable. When he looked around the house, he noticed the lack of pictures he’d often seen at Ichigo’s home. 

“You have no family?” 

“None.” You confirmed. 

He could relate. 

“Neither do I.”

His last living relative, well that was a complicated story. Ultimately, he was alone, regardless of his colleagues and subordinates. 

“Maybe we can keep each other company.” You suggested. You looked so hopeful, and he couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing you often was appealing. A part of him thought he just needed to keep you safe. But the other part felt like there was more to it. So rather than deprive himself of the offer, he decided that there was no harm in having another ally. 

“I would like that. “ 

Your smile grew twice as wide, and he knew he’d made the right choice. 

~~~

“I wish I could fly just like you. Fight too. I’m not that strong.” 

You hold more power than you realize.” 

Sitting on your rooftop, your gaze shifts. 

“I’m weak. I’ve always been good at running. That’s what I do. Compared to you, I’m just a spec. My existence doesn’t matter.” You realized the second you met him. Your life may have changed since the last time you met, but in some ways you’re still the same. Komamura stands. You flinch.

“I refuse to sit here and listen to you spout such garbage.” 

Your eyes widen, because this is the first time that he’s said something so hostile. Before he can fully take off, you grab the back of his coat. His glances behind, and you look down. 

“I’m..sorry..” You can’t even look at him. 

“I told you..I’m a coward..” 

It was true. You’re startled when he reaches down, gently taking your wrist. He pulls you up, and the sudden movement makes you lose your balance. You can feel yourself falling, before your feet even leave the roof, you’re caught. Komamura holds you bridal style. This time when those eyes look down at you, something is different. 

“You’re just as important as anyone in this world.”

Your lips quiver, because you know you should stop yourself from falling for him. But you can't help it. So you just hold on. For once, maybe running wasn’t the right choice. 

**

“You want to hold my sword.” 

Your nodded, eyes fixated on the blade, and Komamura couldn't stop the smile at childish excitement that bubbled on your face. So he drew his blade. When you see the metal, you swallow. He can see the hesitance you now show. 

“You fight monsters with this?” 

“I do. It is my job to protect humanity from hollows.  Although I fear that the biggest threat to humanity is themselves. “ He sheathed the blade with a solemn gaze. You knew that look. It was the very look he wore when he’d seen you so defeated. Reaching out, you took his hand. 

“We might not all be saints, but there’s still good in the world. Despite what happened, at least I got something great out of it.” 

His eyes moved back to you, and it was as if you were glowing. At that very moment, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from reaching out for you. He did so, but the second his hand got close, he froze. It looked like he was about to retract. His hand fell at his side. 

“I..apologize..” You hate when he does that. He took a step back. 

“Komamura-san you-” 

“Nothing good will come of these feelings.” You stopped in your tracks. 

“I told myself if I remained oblivious, then it would be fine. But I’m not naive.” Your lips quiver. You’d been going along with it. You’d stifle your feelings forever if it meant you could always see him. 

“H-How do you know for sure. You can’t know.” 

You try to take a step forward, but he’s gone before you can say another word, and your heart practically breaks. Because there was no telling if you would see him again. 

All because you were poor at hiding your feelings. 

~Three Years Later~

“It’s been getting pretty cold.” 

Rubbing your hands together, you blew into your palms in hopes that it would provide heat. Even with gloves, the thickness of the cold seems relentless. You knew the moment you got home you would jump into the shower. A hot bath fixed everything. 

Almost..

Your eyes drift to the sky. 

The months following Komamura’s abrupt exit, you kept hoping he would appear before you like that day in the street. Wearing that captain’s cloak and the beautiful twinkle in his eyes. Somewhere around month three you’d stopped believing it would happen. It was heartbreaking that the second he learned of your feelings, his first instinct was to run. There could not have been any other explanation. 

It’s possible he was just afraid. He wasn’t exactly wrong either. You were human, he was a reaper. Eventually you would die. Maybe he was just saving himself the pain of watching it happen. Your brain went through every rational explanation for his actions. When you made it to your house, the excuses halted. You closed the door behind you with a sigh as you unwrapped the scarf at your neck. 

“You’re still very unguarded.”

The voice startled you, and when you turned around, you expected the furry face that came with the familiar tone. But the male standing before you was not Komamura. It couldn’t be. Because this man had blond hair, and a perfectly human-like face. Your gaze hardened, and you released the garment. It dropped to the floor slowly. Before it could even touch the hard surface, your body disappeared, and Komamura flinched, clearly caught off guard. His body seemed to register your speed, and he caught himself just enough to block the foot that came down from above. Your eyes were basically slits as you pressed with force. 

“When did she-” 

You jumped back, and when you used the wall to push off, he grabbed your fist. Halting the attack. A gust of wind whipped right past his neck, ruffling his hair. 

“WHO ARE YOU!!” 

You were furious. Komamura couldn’t help but feel proud, but also sad. Because the strength you showed had a hidden story behind it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” 

His words weakened your defenses, because your eyes shook, and this time you jumped away to put space between the both of you. You kept at a distance, finally taking in his form. Although most of the fur was gone, there were still remnants. His ears and arms. 

“It couldn’t be..” 

You were trying to wrap your mind around it, but the more you stared, the less sense this all made. 

“Koma..mura..?” 

He felt pathetic. You looked so hurt. He could only imagine how much pain you’d gone through. He’d blatantly run away. But it had more to do with his life. At that time they were on the brink of a war. Yet he still continued to see you. That night when you looked as if you wanted nothing more than to be close to him, he knew he needed to stop it. Because the chances of him coming out alive were limited. He also didn’t think he was worthy. He’d done nothing to deserve the way you looked at him. Or maybe he convinced himself because of what he was, that it wasn’t a possibility. 

“Y-You left me.. YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE!!” He expected the reaction. Deserved it. You had every right to hate him. 

“I know that I have no right to-” 

You flashstepped, and this time he was too stunned to react. So when his body hit the wall, he thought for sure you were about to pummel him for the emotional trails, but your hand reached up, gently taking his cheek as you pushed unto your toes. His eyes sprung open as you pressed your lips to his. He couldn’t move. Didn’t dare to. It’s only when he felt the tears running down your cheeks, unto his, that he regained some control. His own tears mixed with your own, and his hand slipped in your hair as he pulled you closer. 

“I promise, I’ll never run again.” 

He kept it too. He was here to stay.

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

You guys know Inoue isn't a Fullbring, right?