Gen, Smilokuhna
In hindsight, she should’ve kept walking.
Let those fucking shinigami tear each other apart. What do I care?
The scuffle in the forest (If you could call it a scuffle) wasn’t exactly low-key. Bastards sure are causing a fuss.
The sound of metal against metal and cries of pain as that same said metal cut through flesh was annoying. Feh. The woman scratched her ear with her pinky, her steel-lined geta crunching in the dirt as she strolled along parallel to the battle. All she had to do was keep walking, and she’d be able to forget about the gut-wrenching cries and the sharp, metallic smell of blood coming from the direction of the fight.
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