"Where the hell is everyone?"
The mild warm easterly breeze sweeping across the Seireitei was nearly reversed for several seconds at Zaraki's bellow.
The Fourth Seat of Eleventh Division had withstood his captain's verbal onslaught for five whole minutes, and his courage was flagging. He didn't have any answers.
"I know where Yachiru is," he said as
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