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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 4:03 pm
Ugu remained at the very edge of the assembly, listening in on what the commander was saying. The aged fellow seemed to have forgotten to say when the tournament would be going on. Was it at 1 am? Eleven am?... He sighed, then, still focusing his attention on the staff wielding sage. The aged shinigami probably wasn't done yet.
His bright lime eyes contrasted the common blackness of the robes that everyone in the theatre seemed to be now wearing. The clothing he himself had on, along with the clothes folding on his shoulder, made a sharp declaration of his lime coloured eyes. With his eyes he continued to wait for the elderly shinigami's approval to leave. But then a thought came to him..
The old man probably would send a loud message through the use of a spirit art. So, upon thinking about that, Ugu Zenmaru began to walk out the door of the room. Soon enough he'd find himself outside of academy, heading toward his regular spot.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:50 pm
He walked in. After years of training, I finally get to fight hollows and avenge my parents. He stood by watching everyone else. The only thing on hs mind is what his first misson would be.
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