Arashi spit a bit a blood out from his mouth. A bloody smile appeared on his face. The smile was one of that Arashi knew he got exactly what he wanted. "Buri was it? You want to know the time and the place. The place will be at the Arena here in Rukongai, in two months. That way you have all the time you need to prepare. But trust me when I say, I will not be the same the next time we meet. For I now know what I have to do to stop men like you. But that is for you to see at our last meeting. And believe my words when I say it will be our last meeting." The talented trash talker didn't mince words or hold back his anger. But he knew he wasn't quite prepared for Buri in battle. Gingerly, Arashi inched his arm and grabbed his zanpaktou before slowly sheathing it. "And for my part of the bargain. Misaki, it would appear I am in need of a doctor and a mechanic. Think you could take me to the 12th for both. Right now we are in a bad situation." His current plan was to go see Makoto and get repairs done to his arm, as well as heal up and train for the fight. He had to finish his training in order to beat Buri and the other opponent on his mind.