Grimmjow stood atop the crumbling rooftop, his piercing blue eyes scanning the battlefield. “You came,” he growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Good. I was getting bored.” His light blue hair rustled in the wind as he prepared for the imminent clash, eager for the thrill of combat.
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Kisa Otori
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