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South Korea was nice at such a point in the year. It was summer, and the entire country had a sort of Mediterranean climate. Hotaru stood at an open old meadow. woody shrubs and green sapplings were scattered throughout the area, though not enough to get in the way of anyone's sight. A city could be seen in the distance, and flowing from it, was a rushing river. Not far from the meadow was a beach. The sun was rising over the horizon. Far above, the only relief from the hot sun were a bunch of clouds, floating like cotton balls thrown into a cup of water.
Hotaru was here on a sort of exchange program. It seemed strange for any Japanese person to be in Korea, especially for what has happened, but the where the culture is rich, one can't help but visit. Hotaru found the secluded meadow, after hopping a fence into it, needing some time for himself- he didn't like small cramped places.
Strangely enough, the Seireitei was okay with Hotaru's "vacation". Although there wasn't too much hollow activity where he was, they told him to keep a vigil. Strangely enough, there have been alot of arrancar lately- Hotaru had already fought two of them so far.