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Ichimaru Gin sat in his room, his white robe discarded and books upon the white table. His eternal smile was again etched into his face, and his eyes -which you can not see- scanned the large book in front of him.
"Saa...How curious Hueco Mundo is. So much more than I ever knew..."
He murmured to himself flipping another page. He slowly closed the book and pushed it to the side, before reaching for another. He opened the stiff book, only the slight turning of the corners of his lips showed his annoyance at the condition and began once again reading the history.
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