I've been a fan of anime and manga for a long time, and it shocked me to find out Bleach was leaving the air. I feel that it's more than appropriate at this time to write a bit about how much Bleach as a manga means to me. To do this, we'll travel back to my troubled teen years.
I was in middle school, a rebellious little otaku in the making. In my time in middle school I learned more out of class than in class, really. I was big on reading, devouring every book that came my way. I remember a rainy day, the never comfortable smell of the library, my curiosity peaking as I browsed over the manga section. I took a look in a book I knew my parents wouldn't enjoy me reading. There was so much blood, in my young eyes, it was at first shocking, such visceral, grizzly sights. "Bleach", the cover read, I started at the part where Ichigo was fighting the Grand Fisher. I fell in love with it, somewhere, deep in my heart. I fell in love with the art style, Tite Kubo must have been blessed by something, because every bloody gash, seemed perfect. I soon obsessed over Bleach, I wanted to read all of it. The library wasn't really big on the manga section, never really checking on it, or updating it at all. But at this library I would soon discover another obsession, Densha Otoko, my favorite true love story to date.
Bleach is a classic, a beautiful, dark, gem. Tite Kubo forever has my respect as an author, his work is something I believe will stand out for generations to come, and the end of the television medium for Bleach, may be a revival of the manga medium for it. I cannot wait to see how this unfolds.
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