Kubo Tite is the creator of the spectacular manga and anime series called 'Bleach', He also is the creator of the manga series 'Zombie Powder'. Kubo is recognized as being the creating of Bleach as it has sky rocketed to the parte superior, arriba and is one of the most popular animes in Japan. He was born on June 26, 1977 and grew up watching Dragon ball and Akira which Inspired not only Kubo to want to be a manga artist but also Naruto's creator Masashi Kishimoto.

Although hard to believe, it wasn't always easy for Kubo as he wrote Zombie Powder while still in high school but do to lack of popularity Zombie...

Before I got into Bleach, I used to think that anime was totally and completely stupid. Whenever I was Valiente enough to turn on the TV and taste a few minute's worth of whatever anime mostrar happened to be on, I found myself either laughing at the lousy actuación and cheesy animación o rolling my eyes at the melodrama and wooden dialog. To parte superior, arriba it all off, my geeky dad has this weird obsession with old, awful anime shows; namely Speed Racer and Yamato. He's constantly cuing up misceláneo episodes online and making my little sister watch them. (I protest loudly and flee to the refuge of the siguiente room...

(Ulquiorra watched Starrk emerge from the Garganta, holding 'that woman'. The other looked nonchalant as per usual, but his face was evidently hiding some true emotions, something that Ulquiorra had no real way of understanding, nor comprehending. Starrk was a strange one; he had principles and feelings, yet he was lazy, o unconcerned about the comings and goings of others and never seemed interested in fighting, an odd temperament for one whom had been chosen as Primera Espada. Ulquiorra had hoped to cruzar, cruz blades with him one day.)

Ulquiorra nodded to him and motioned at the woman. 'You can...

(Nnoitra chuckled, his stupid grin all the más infuriating.)

Nnoitra: Honestly? tu think rationalising that emotion of rage will defeat me?

Grimmjow: Shut your mouth! tu have no idea... Don't go underestimating me, Nnoitra. tu will learn the hard way.

Nnoitra: The hard way? Not at all. I think you'll learn the hard way when tu try to cut me.

Grimmjow: Stop talking and fight tu coward!

(Nnoitra's grin was replaced por a blunt look of annoyance, as he decided to try swat Grimmjow away, considering him nothing más than a buzzing insect. Grimmjow evaded the massive scythe-like weapon and swung...

(Raijin strolls through the trees, noting that a batlle had taken place here recently, though he wasn't sure what kind of battle it had been; whether it had involved the Radicals, o the Shinigami. Raijin had heard from Gaishima and Shishira that the Shinigami had exiled some Shinigami, o pseudo-Shinigami, whatever they were. Apparently Captain Chevalier had been among them, somewhat harsh, considering the loss of her Vice-Captain, Acelin, during the Hueco Mundo battle. Raijin stops suddenly, noticing a block of ice, which is slowly melting. There is a shape hidden among the fractured pieces...

A very very old story I wrote several years ago. Only just now, have I finally gained the courage to post it here. My accuracy of how I portrayed a lot of what I wrote may o may not be that much but it was written with how I perceived things. I understand interpretations are not always correct but I really hope this was as close as possible to maybe being at least a little. Also the título might not be too fitting.... Well despite that I hope tu like it anyways.

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The passing of days. The passing hours. The minutes. The seconds. Time drudges on as...