[Keigo being here should be freaking him out more than it is, even discounting the serious feeling of deja vu, but he has to look at this from an objective point of view. He has no powers, Keigo has no powers, no one friggin here has any power except what they've learned while they were here. They're both armed(ish) with the same tools, they're on the same level, excepting their different amounts of experience in combat.

Really, they haven't been this close in effectiveness since the day Ichigo saw a strange, short girl in a black robe hanging out in his bedroom.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's right, I came out here, got my crap, and now...

[He glances over toward Bearit, who seems quite happy to be temporarily ignored and is busy preening himself. Fan-freakin'-tastic, he's got himself a primadonna critter to take care of, a bizarre sword, and at least one friend stuck right here with him.]

Kind of like the old days... [Sorta. A lot weirder, but when weird is par for the course, you stop counting it as weird.] This ain't a bunch of bullies and morons, though. You ready to get up into it?

[Don't let him down, buddy. Ichigo needs all the reliable friends he can get around here, and he doesn't even know why they need these weapons yet.]