Continued from: The Freaks
While pacing his room Nnoitra glanced at his jacket hood, slowly it was going into ruin. He had to figure out what caused it and find away to stop it. Either way he was going to have to have a new jacket. However, if this happened again he needed to know how to stop it. He also still needed to find his zanpakuto. Walking or to the table where his riddle sat he swiped it up and read the riddle.
“Up a hill, Down a hill, Over them I may roam, But after all my walking, There's no place like my own. It’s my home.” Nnoitra replied.
He looked around the room, “It can’t be in here. I would know if Santa Teresa were this close.”
He went to the closet, grabbed a new jacket sliding into it and headed out the door. “I have an odd feeling I am going to find my zanpakuto within Las Noches.”
Continued to: -- One Stone
