An overlooked episode in Bleach’s history is brought to the fore …
As you may have guessed, I’ve still been struggling a little bit to get time to write this week. However, with this entry, that’s only half the reason for my lateness. The other reason is that my feelings on this topic are somewhat complex … well, maybe that’s not the right word … Maybe it would be easiest to explain, if I just tell you what exactly this entry is about.
For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write about what I like to call ‘Ichigo’s seventeen months in exile’ – that is, the time between the end of the Battle of Karakura Town and the proper beginning of the Fullbringer arc. That time may only be represented in the manga really by one chapter – that is, chapter 424, ‘The Lost Agent’ – but it informs and is referenced in other areas of the manga.
However, to start with chapter 424, what we see first of all is a full-colour page which echoes the very first page of the first chapter, with its profile of the character on a background as orange as his hair. This sort of bookending shows us the starkest way in which Ichigo’s life has changed since that first page: ‘He cannot see spirits.’
The differences between the two pages are notable, though. For, in the earlier instance, we see that the profile appears in the middle of a scene of conflict – a fight which Ichigo seems to be winning. In the later version, it appears in the midst of a page in which the protagonist is only just awaking. As far as I can see, this serves two purposes. Firstly, it has a story function, allowing us to have a sort of ‘life in a day/a day in the life’, in which we see all the more subtle ways in which Ichigo’s life has changed – how he has fallen into a routine of getting up, eating, going to school – and he takes us on a tour of how everyone else is dealing with the roles which he can no longer fill. He says that Karin has taken his place as the child with most reiatsu in the family, and ‘it seems like she’s coming to terms with it pretty well.’ And, he also says that Ishida is the one who now looks after the hollow exterminations in and around Karakura Town.
But, also – and this is one of the reasons why this section of the manga, though brief, is so close to my heart – it shows our usually active protagonist, in a more passive state, because that is how he has been left since he lost his powers. Throughout this chapter, he talks about that and the way in which others have taken on the roles which he had previously filled, and he professes to be fine with it. More than that, he says to Keigo, ‘After 16 years I’ve finally gotten a normal life. I’m fine with living out the rest of my life in peace.’ But, maybe it’s something to do with his lethargy at the beginning, or maybe it’s to do with the amount of time we spend in this chapter looking at the backs of people’s heads, and pointedly not at their faces. With Ichigo, such an emotionally disciplined guy, re-reading this chapter over and over and over again, I’ve begun to learn that the important things are the things left unsaid. Of course, this is where the art really comes into its own, allowing us to see looks on people’s faces which might belie their words, or, indeed, hiding those faces from us, as with the way that we cannot see Ichigo’s face as he talks to Keigo. Then, there’s the amount of images of Ichigo touching his substitute badge. And, his lack of remark on it implies that doing such is an unconscious habit with him. All of this points towards a nostalgic sadness that Ichigo is trying not to acknowledge.
But, of course, with his absolute breakdown when Ginjou steals his newfound Fullbring, we get his true feelings. He may have been living a normal life, doing such day-to-day things as eating breakfasts and interacting with his family and even going to school (albeit with dropping grades), and may have been putting his usual face on, but truly, ‘he wanted to regain his strength’ and was only ‘soldiering on’.
Time was when I would have drawn broad analogies between my past experiences in hospital (which I discuss here) and this aspect of Ichigo’s character, but, of late, I’ve realised that that would show only a superficial understanding both of what is being shown of Ichigo’s character and of my own psychology. I would have said that Ichigo’s seventeen months represented either the time I spent in hospital this summer or even the eighteen months which I spent incapacitated both in hospital and at home from the age of fourteen, and that his losing his newfound powers represented me going back into hospital. But, the thing is, on one level, at least Ichigo’s problems are easy to fix: he gets his powers back and he’s happy, because then he can fight and protect people. It seems that he has no lasting psychological damage. I say ‘on one level’ and ‘it seems’, because I’m not convinced that he isn’t damaged and that his seeming togetherness isn’t just a side-effect of all the battles he has to be involved in not giving him time to breathe or think. The thing with me, though, is that this is where the analogy breaks down: I do the battling – the easy part – when I’m at my most powerless, when I’m in a state from which I wish to escape. The hard part – the living of a normal life and putting a brave face on – comes when I’m at full strength.
But, if there’s one analogy between my feelings and those of Ichigo in chapter 424, it is this: I, now at least, can see how Ichigo is feeling in that chapter. I can see how he is depressed and despondent – as shown partially by his almost comment-free and emotionless narration – but doesn’t want it to show. I can see how he’s going through the motions of living and feeling distant from everyone around him, no matter how much he cares for them or how much they want to help. I can see him keeping it together by sheer force of will, while he feels purposeless. Because that’s not a million miles from how I’ve been feeling since the age of fifteen, when my brain decided that it couldn’t take this anymore.
Heck, maybe that’s it – maybe what he really wants powers for is as a distraction from the depression. I know I’d leap at the opportunity. I know I don’t have daydreams about joining K’s Homra and ‘blowing off steam’ for nothing. But, this is why the living is the hard bit: adrenaline and a fight, whether mental or physical will always distract you, give you a sense of purpose and make you feel just a little bit godly. Normal life isn’t like that. Comparing normal life to a fight is like comparing the Sims to a shooter. I don’t mean that in a snobbish way, implying that one is better. What I mean is that, while one is defined by action, adrenaline and objectives, the other is defined by the complete absence of those things. And, I just haven’t had enough life experience to have found a way to reconcile the two. Maybe the fact that I now see a difference between the two is a sign that I’m learning something. But that’s sort of why I started this blog: partly to connect with others who’ve had similar experiences and partly to unknot things in my mind and keep track of my thought processes over time, not to find conclusions. I also started it to write about animanga, though. There’s always that.
But, on that video-gamey note, I’ll have to point out that I’m also playing Spec Ops: The Line, so there’ll probably be a post on that, along these lines when I’m done. And, also, I’m interested: do you ever get that cathartic feeling when you realise that someone in a manga or any medium is feeling something you’ve felt?