XXXIII
Trouble's a Brewing
I did not think that Grimmjow would become this stupid. After quickly questioning the two Arrancar, I left in the woman's room and went out to seek the Espada. He had taken the woman who was clearly not meant to leave her room.
Idiot. His pride went too far. This time, I would probably be forced to end the sexta.
The sand took my weight as reached out for his spiritual pressure. I frowned. He was where...
Taking the woman was against orders. Reviving someone that I had killed was an insult.
The trash would get it this time.
Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you that I am going on vacation for Thanksgiving. I will be writing these but alas, no internet. So, I will be uploading these in bulk. Have fun!
-Quin
