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Affiliation: Las Noches | Rank: Sexta Espada | Zanpakuto: Pantera
The name is Grimmjow, remember it because next time you hear it, you might be dead! This just happens to be my part of Las Noches and I really don't care if you are here or not. I will have to follow the orders of Aizen and will continue to keep an eye on the other Espadas, Soul Reapers, and other humans who dare to cross my path. Anyway, I will see you around trashes.
So for the past few months I have been gone on a mission that took far longer then expected thanks to that bastard Aizen. Where was I? Like I'd tell you. It's none of your damn business. The point here is I am back, until I get bored, in which case if it does I may have to kill a few trashes. Regardless, I have returned so you better be ready.
Tch, been nagged at to do this and take part so whatever I'll be apart of this childish game. I think it's rather pathetic and pointless but if that bastard Aizen says we have too I suppose I have no choice. I'll just bite my tongue and follow regardless of how foolish this may be.
I'll keep it simple since I don't believe in this jolly Yuletide cheer shit.
To the pathetic person who is my jolly fatass bearded Santa,
Anything with myself is great, preferably the victor since I know some of you have sick minds. So keep Grimmjow-ish. I'll keep it simple. Also I'm overdue for a new icon so if you want to actually put some work into it, that would be so "nice" of you trash.
Yeah that's it.
Thanks whatever no get your fucking work done.
-Grimmjow
The lame piece paper gave me my riddle and with ease I was able to solve it. Obviously it was the Heart of the Forest, and the only place that was nearby where Pantera could be was the Forest of Menos, an area below the surface of Hueco Mundo's desert where the trashes of Hollow hide from Arrancar and Espada alike. This was going to be a pain in my ass associating myself with all that garbage, although a midnight kill would ease my aching bones from these pathetic riddles.
Using my own Sonido, I was standing above the desert grounds where the Forest of Menos was hidden beneath me. Time to start this party off with a bang I suppose.
A wide grin appeared on my face as I slammed my fist into the ground with full force opening my new path to the forest. Looking down, the screams of the Menos and any Hollow who dared stay in eyesight were doomed from the start. Effortlessly, I jumped and keeping my hands in my pockets I landed causing a crater beneath me as the trashes before me quickly backed up in fear. They surely should bow to their king if they new what was fucking good for them.
“So have any of you fucking good for nothings seen my sword?” I demanded eyeing each of them down, but once we made eye contact, the damn pitiful things just cowered in fear. “Tch so no one has the balls to answer me huh?”
Nothing, even as I took a step forward the cowards gasped in fear of my presence. This was all pissing my off. “Alright if no one cares to answer how about this,” I growled raising my right hand, “…Cero…”
The rays of red light instantly destroyed anything in its path as others ran for cover. Pitiful, not one worthy.
Fine if no one was going to answer me I would just focus my energy and sense Pantera on my own using Pesquisa to locate my sword and sense my own Reiatsu flowing from it. Closing my eyes, I did just that.
10 Kilometers to the north.
“Time to go.”
Taking off, I moved swiftly deeper into the forest making my way to my sword. It wasn’t long before I could smell Pantera. Soon all this wasted time and work would be done and I could go back to my usual lifestyle. Inside, I still believe that bastard Aizen had something to do with it.
But immediately I stopped as Pantera was surrounded by a hoard of Menos. I guess my ‘fun’ was going to happen after all. “Yeah you want to fight you weaklings, BRING IT ON!”
Each of the Menos fired their own Cero’s attacks, but with ease I dodged each and every one as my sharp claws dug into their jet-black flesh destroying the very being of them. One after the other, I laughed at their pain. I rather enjoyed myself as the final one fell before me. It was only a few seconds but it was worth this pain in the ass game of cat and mouse.
“At least you gave me a slight rush,” I said as I spat on the corpses before me, walking towards my sword. Lifting it up and placing it back onto my belt, I looked back down at the ground for a few seconds then averted my gaze above me. Even though I had my sword back, something told me this damn game wasn’t over.
