Renji
Yo, we been walkin' for a hot minute, just trailin' that creepy-ass cat.
It was like the dude knew where to go, tail swingin', bell jinglin', not even lookin' back.
I kept followin', but my head was spinnin'.
Nami was somewhere in the ghost world, still in the school but not really in it
like she's between a nightmare and third period, y'know?
Then boom!
The cat froze, hissed low like it smelled danger.
I was like, "Yo, what's up?"
Didn't even get an answer the damn thing just darted off!
I chased after it, duckin' past classrooms,
till I ended up in that little janitor closet where they keep all the mop sticks and dustpans.
I grabbed one mop, snapped it clean in half
Ayo, survival time.
Came runnin' back out with two busted sticks like I'm about to fight in the finals.
We kept movin', but soon as we crossed the next hallway
floor vanished.
I fell hard, slammed my head.
The cat landed smooth as hell,
like gravity didn't even apply to him.
I pushed up, grabbed my stick,
and there she was
Nami.
Bro, she was gettin' wrecked.
That damn samurai was tossin' her around like a training dummy,
kicking, slicing the air, flames on his blade flarin' up like he was powered by straight rage.
I didn't even think.
I charged.
Ran straight at that ghost with both sticks tight in my hand,
jumped up like a maniac,
and cracked him across the chest.
Didn't even scratch him.
Dude turned, blocked me with his katana,
and launched me clean across the floor.
My back hit the wall so hard I saw stars in HD.
But I wasn't done.
I stood up, spit blood,
grabbed the mop sticks again,
slid across the floor and swung for his legs.
Clang!
He blocked it.
I flipped, swung again
he ducked, and countered.
The dude was fast.
I swung again and again,
wood breaking, hands burning,
my breath sounding like thunder in my chest.
Then snap
one of the sticks broke in half.
I still had one left,
so I ran it back,
yelling like a psycho,
'cause at this point I didn't even care about dying.
He grabbed me by my shirt,
flipped his katana sideways,
and whipped me across the ribs.
I dropped to the ground, gaspin',
body on fire.
Tears burnin' my eyes,
not even from pain
just pure rage.
I looked over at the cat.
And no lie
the cat looked back.
It was like it could read my mind.
Then that little furball let out this deep-ass MEOW
not normal meow.
Like, echoing through the whole maze,
like it meant "Stand up or die, fool."
So I did.
I picked up what was left of my stick,
hands shakin',
breath heavy.
Looked at that samurai dead in the face.
This wasn't about ghosts or curses no more.
This was life or death.
And I was done being scared.
So I charged one more time.
Heart bangin',
legs screamin',
mind blank
but I ran anyway.
Because if I was gonna die,
I was takin' that samurai with me.