Now that we've reached this latest stage in Bleach's Quincy v. Soul Reaper freak-off, I'm pretty glad to see that Tite Kubo still has a good handle on how to escalate a fight. Because there's nothing quite like raising the stakes.
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Bleach is lookin' good, if you don't mind my saying.
I don't mean that by the state of its plot or the quality of its writing, but I do think that this last chapter has put out surprisingly striking visuals, a strong contrast to the relatively lackluster panels of the last few weeks.
When last we left the latest melee on Bleach's order of battle, Captain Kurotsuchi's revived Arrancar seemed to have GiGi Gewelle and her zombie troops in the bag.
That is, until she brought out her trump card, a "zombie" Captain Hitsugaya, who was last seen half-dead following a tussle with Bazz-B and Cang Du. Will the frozen prince live up to his reputation as a (now-posthumous) prodigy?
This week's chapter of Bleach is all about endings. Not about the ending, of course, but about the endings of the fights that much up this big, dumb manga, and how they can, on occasion, not be the end.
What is it with Quincy and creepers? I mean, every army has one or two creepy types, but it seems to me that when Ywach summoned all the "true" Quincy to his side the only place that had them was the madhouse.
Well, whatever the reason for the Sternritter's unusually high nutball quotient, it seems that Kubo is grooming young Giselle "Gigi" Gewelle for a top spot.
Y'know, when Urahara said that getting transport ready to take Ichigo and crew to the Royal Palace would take "a minute or sixty", he wasn't kidding. Or maybe he was kidding, since I took him about two weeks worth of chapters to start us on this journey.
Either way, this week we get the principals ready for the next big fight while unfortunate humor and other nonsense tides us over back at the front lines.
I was reading through a bunch of my old recaps for Bleach - reading your old writing is a great way to make sure you don't get too full of yourself - and realized that I spend a lot of time talking about Bleach in generalities, rather than tackling the specifics of a given chapter or episode.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Not a whole lot happens in any single chapter of Bleach. Oftentimes a given 16-20 page installment is little more than the next few steps in a fight, which can, at times, prove a challenge to recap in words, especially for a series that gets by on striking visuals and badass poses.
Similarly, there's little here that happens in terms of plot movement, but Bleach does do something quite memorable, which is to remind us that it has a sense of humor.
This latest chapter of Bleach should really be a celebration of Tite Kubo's mastery of "badass" moments, and in some ways it is.
The Soul Reapers have rallied, and in unintentional homage to the tokusatsu tropes that shows like Akibaranger readily skewer, enemies that trounced the best of them mere moments before are suddenly forced to pull out their trump cards against people whose power levels really haven't changed that much since last they had a panel.
But hey, that's where we are in the story, and the time for that kind of posturing is nigh.
It's been a while, but I sure am excited to you on another trip down memory lane. This week we head back a good decade to the year 2004. It seems weird to think of 2004 as a decade ago, but time sure does have a way to get a...
The Mack is back, and by "Mack" we mean, "The Strawberry", because Bleach is once again graced by the presence of its lead character.
It makes for quite the entrance, as Kenpachi, the one guy in this series nobody expected to see getting his ass kicked by anyone other than Ichigo, went and got his ass kicked. And by a quartet of chicks that would usually be wiped out in one hit at any other time, no less.