[A thin stream of blood trickles down his cheek and into the neckline of the clothes he wears—courtesy of a too close encounter with the horseman’s sword. Undaunted, Naruto gives chase when the villain rides eastward through the city in the direction of the coastline. Like a knight donning armor, he adorns himself with Kurama Mode. An aura of raw, palpable chakra radiates from his body, garish in radiance at this time of night. The cut on his cheek heals rapidly, droplets of blood seeming to evaporate into thin air beneath the flames licking along his form.
It takes him a moment to peel away his single-minded focus on the horseman and acknowledge the other individual in pursuit. Without recognition, Naruto stares blankly at the man; Grimmjow hadn’t posted a selfie to his soulidarity profile, after all.]
Hey…you, uh…you’ve got a little somethin’ here! [calls out the blond, indicating with a hand the area where Grimmjow’s mask rests. Squinting at it, Naruto realizes what he’s looking at: jawbone.] Actually, never mind! You’re good!
[Yes, he’s just going to assume that’s Grimmjow’s actual jawbone poking out from the side of his face. Someone get this guy a healer.]
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It takes him a moment to peel away his single-minded focus on the horseman and acknowledge the other individual in pursuit. Without recognition, Naruto stares blankly at the man; Grimmjow hadn’t posted a selfie to his soulidarity profile, after all.]
Hey…you, uh…you’ve got a little somethin’ here! [calls out the blond, indicating with a hand the area where Grimmjow’s mask rests. Squinting at it, Naruto realizes what he’s looking at: jawbone.] Actually, never mind! You’re good!
[Yes, he’s just going to assume that’s Grimmjow’s actual jawbone poking out from the side of his face. Someone get this guy a healer.]