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Since he had been down here before, Hitsugaya wasn't surprised by the armored figures lined up against the walls. He counted nine of them in all, each armed with some sort of weapon. Hitsugaya recognized some of the armor and weapons as Japanese in origin, but the others were unknown to him. He knew of western armors, but he wasn't really knowledgable about them. Since the room was well lit by lanterns hanging from the ceiling, he could see clearly, unlike the hallway he had just come from.
He approached one of the samurai armors and tried to see if he could take some of it. From the other night, he knew that they could take the weapons, but while wearing armor wasn't his style, that kind of protection could be valuable here. Without the benefits of his spiritual body, Hitsugaya was just as vulnerable to physical injury as any other mortal. Unfortunately, it appeared that the armor was stuck in place. No matter how much force he exerted, Hitsugaya the gauntlet held in his grasp wouldn't budge. He attempted to take a different piece but was met with the same problem.
"It looks like we can only take the weapons. The armor won't move," Hitsugaya said, unsheathing a katana and examining the blade's edge. The craftsmanship was impressive, more than the blade he inheritted from Matsumoto. The katana had to have been forged by a master blacksmith.