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A Bottle Too Many Part 1"Rangiku, why is it that I have to be involved in this?" Toshiro Hitsugaya grumbled to his second in command.
"Because Rukia has organised something," The spirited and big bucsom woman replied. "And I want it to be a success for her. Besides, it sounds like fun; I even brought some sake for the adults."
As she said this, Rangiku revealed a large ceramic bottle that contained the alcoholic liquid.
"Must everything you do involve alcohol?" Captain Toshiro sighed in exasperation.
"I only brought it to liven any awkward situations that may occur," Rangiku hid the liquor and pouted, rather put out at her captain's reaction.
"Besides, how can you be excited by a simple human game that totally robs you of any freedom and self-respect," Toshiro ranted in his usual, slightly irritated tone.
"But sir," Rangiku pleaded. "It's just a bit of fun."
"It is still ridiculous and is an utterly pointless exercise," Toshiro looked away, a weary expression on his face.
"Think of it as more of a moral and t
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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