Thinking of what had happened yesterday, Asano Kiyoshi let out a deep sigh.
After those three men had been swiftly chopped into pieces, the members who had already lacked any fighting spirit became headless flies, running everywhere and fighting on their own, with no coordination whatsoever.
But this was actually normal for an expeditionary unit. After all, most of its members were exiled criminals. Generally speaking, once they were banished to Hueco Mundo, there was basically no intention of letting them return. As things stood, Shinigami had virtually no way to travel to and from Hueco Mundo except through the occasional Garganta.
If an expeditionary unit wanted to return, they had to use special Reishi communication equipment to make cross-realm contact. Then, only through the combined Kidō of two Captain-level spiritual pressures and the Kidō Corps could the gate to the Dangai be opened, allowing travel between the two realms.
However, when the Three Realms truly needed to be balanced, several Captain-level figures would be dispatched to Hueco Mundo to hunt, ensuring that the Reishi and souls of the Three Realms remained stable.
Of course, in the Soul Society's thousands of years of history, such situations had occurred only a handful of times.
Asano Kiyoshi looked at the expeditionary members around him, who had been utterly routed, his expression somewhat grave. If these people had listened to even a little of what he said, things would not have reached this point.
Forget it. There was no point dwelling on such things. Eliminating this Hollow pack was the urgent priority.
Asano Kiyoshi drew his Zanpakuto. Inky spiritual pressure slowly flowed from its blade. He did not choose to release Shikai; in an environment where the number of enemies was unknown, conserving every ounce of strength was absolutely necessary.
Reishi gathered beneath