Ill likely only be able to smash out 1 reply a day. Also Muramasa is on my left hip.
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Word had reached the mist, many ninja had headed to an area to which one of the seven swords of the mist resided, and none had yet to return. This was perfect news, Grimmjow had been hunting the swords for quite some time and a solid lead was what he had been hoping for. Donning his trusted Sword Muramasa and a long cloak and hood he departed the mist.
His journey was shorted then he had first anticipated. He reached the area and found it was quite a large place, it had the impression of a floating city. Being wary grimmjow kept his face and person hidden inside the cloak, only thing visible would be his feet and his chin. As he approached the center his information had been proven correct, and man in heavily clad armor sat upon what seemed to be a throne with the 2 swords sitting beisde him, the Crimson Demons. Behind the shadow of his cloak his eyes lit up, but all the man would be able to see would be a small smirk break his face from behind the shadows of his hood. Stepping closer Grimmjow spoke,
You have something that belongs to the mist, and im here to take it back. No hard feelings, but it would be smarter for you if you simply handed over the crimson demons and went upon your way.