"Have faith that our hearts will not waiver," A melancholic breeze hung upon the fields, and a lonesome leaf dared intrude upon the farewell, the goodbye, but never the finale.
Crimson and imposing, Renji Abarai looked upon his friend with a favourable level of respect; after all, if it was not for the actions of Ichigo Kurosaki, perhaps he would not be standing alongside her, Rukia Kuchiki. Like the moon, she looked solemn at the departure, but a sincere facade still remained. "Goodbye, Ichigo," A bitter memory passed his mind, and Zabimaru stirred at the remembrance; so much time had slipped away since their first meeting, and oh had so much gathered itself in the present.
Renji considered Ichigo a friend, and a warrior too.