It’s a good thing Orihime isn’t here. I wouldn’t want her to see what I’m about to do to you.
That’s right…If I’m the first one here, I can save Kuchiki-san. Kurosaki must’ve wanted to rescue her himself…If I did it, he’d get really pissed…heh heh..
I swear by the pride of the Quincy…I will KILL you!
Ah, Kurosaki. I’m glad to see you’ve finally realized the importance of a cape.
Mala Suerte. I pity you. Oh, and I broke the pillars on every floor on the way up. So, you’ll probably fall all the way to the bottom.
Did I just get nick-named Pencil?
Calling me a coward, eh? At least say it so I can hear it…
I hate Shinigami.
The right to choose life or death lies with the victor. And the victor of this battle is me.
Your brain must have been constructed wrong.
I assure you, my gratitude is sincere.
Seele Schneider isn’t a sword. [strings the weapon on his bow] A Quincy’s only weapons…Are bows and arrows. [fires the Seele Schneider]
I am calm. That’s why I can fight you!
Apparently, on this side, “ultimate master” means a windbag with diarrhea of the mouth.
Just passing by. No big deal…. Well, if you must know, I felt a sudden urge to go to Sunflower Seams, that 24-hour dressmaking shop. There’s a branch near here. That’s where I was headed at this late hour. I certainly didn’t bring this bag with me just so I would have an excuse for suddenly leaving the house because I sensed the spirit energy of a shinigami, all right?
