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"Hope that bastards ready to piss his pants." Hikaru said mirthfully, gazing down at the dark shadowy metal in his hand. It had been only a few days ago that he told himself he wouldn't use the blade again, but a grudge match had dug the poor thing back up out of the ground. He almost regretted digging Getsumei up again, though he decided he wouldn't use it unless he absolutely needed to. Besides he had his wooden masmune with him, so it wasn't like he was completely defenseless.
The man he was about to fight on this broad grassy path, was loosely one of his own. Reshin something or other, he had never learned the jackass's name and had little intentions of doing so. That dark haired son-of-a-bitch was the jerk who sent him back to the fourth, right after getting back home from his fight with the tenth captain: Adelaide Pierce. Who as far as he knew was married to his sensei, previously named Adele Ama.
The bright eyed shinigami was wearing his usual garb, with the exception of a large wooden blade strapped to his back,with a silver dream catcher hanging off the end. The dream catcher was a memento of his passed mother, strangely enough however, he had yet to receive any grief about it from his peers. Hikaru was leaning on his zanpakutou's cloth handle which sticking out of the ground, and scanning the broad area for signs of Adele, her captain, and siblings. "Hmm, where is every one? Its not like them to be late."
The man he was about to fight on this broad grassy path, was loosely one of his own. Reshin something or other, he had never learned the jackass's name and had little intentions of doing so. That dark haired son-of-a-bitch was the jerk who sent him back to the fourth, right after getting back home from his fight with the tenth captain: Adelaide Pierce. Who as far as he knew was married to his sensei, previously named Adele Ama.
The bright eyed shinigami was wearing his usual garb, with the exception of a large wooden blade strapped to his back,with a silver dream catcher hanging off the end. The dream catcher was a memento of his passed mother, strangely enough however, he had yet to receive any grief about it from his peers. Hikaru was leaning on his zanpakutou's cloth handle which sticking out of the ground, and scanning the broad area for signs of Adele, her captain, and siblings. "Hmm, where is every one? Its not like them to be late."
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