Continued from: Conclusion
After a few minutes, Szayel and his fraction sonidoed into the Forest of Meno’s.
“It’s over there Master Szayel,” his fraction told him.
Szayel walked over to the mud hold. It was rather large and the thought of digging in the mud appalled him. He turned looking at his fraction. “Get over here and help me find my zanpakuto!” He ordered him.
The fraction did as he was told tromping through the center of the mud hole. Szayel wrinkled his nose at the mere thought of the filth he was getting ready to endure. He went to step forward to get closer to the hole when all of a sudden Szayel fell flat on his face in the mud hole. Quickly Szayel turned sitting up in the mud.
“WHO PUSHED ME?! YOU BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!” Szayel hit the mud with the flat of his hands causing it to splash up and get on him. He growled standing up and slipped falling backward to his backside. His fraction laughed.
“Master, you look as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet.”
“SHUT UP!” Szayel barked going to stand again as his fraction lent him a hand.
Filthy dirty and an hour later, Szayel and his fraction uncovered his zanpakuto. Enraged; Szayel wiped as much of the mud as he could from his sword. He did not even sheath it as he walked from the mud along with his fraction.
“I swear if that bitch ever shows her face around me I will lop off her head for this!” Szayel stormed all the back to Las Noches, zanpakuto in hand.
