Yoru Machi: The Strength of Thirty Thousand Hollows, Is That All?

Watching Lady Tier Harribel alternate between dejection and delight, Sun Sun and the other two wanted to ask about cooperating with the Soul Reapers. But Lady Tier Harribel's mercurial mood made them somewhat afraid to speak.

Meanwhile, having just relayed information to Tier Harribel, Yoru Machi had no idea he had just gone through a Schrödinger-esque disastrous love triangle. He was still wildly praising himself for his quick thinking.

Bringing Soi Fon to meet Tier Harribel had ultimately been rather rash. He had fed that dark-skinned mature woman so much chicken soup before she had begun to trust him. It was perfectly normal for other Soul Reapers to make her wary.

But his explanation just now should have recovered the favorability he had lost, right?

Aaroniel Arueruerie—honestly, although he was one of the Espada, Yoru Machi did not remember much about him.

Or rather, among the Espada, aside from the top three, the Fourth Espada Ulquiorra, and the Sixth Espada Grimmjow, Yoru Machi did not have much of an impression of the others.

Following the route map Tier Harribel had provided, Yoru Machi, Soi Fon, and the others arrived at Aaroniel's palace. Before they even stepped inside, Yoru Machi and Soi Fon frowned at the same time, while Hinamori Momo and Oomae God behind them immediately took up guarded stances.

"There's residual Soul Reaper spiritual pressure here. Someone got here before us and has already started fighting him."

Soul Reaper and Arrancar spiritual pressure differed distinctly. Thus, before entering the palace, they had already sensed that someone inside was fighting—and that the combatant was a Soul Reaper.

"It's Rukia... Urahara Kisuke, that bastard, really did open a Garganta for them!"

Unlike Soi Fon and the others, Yoru Machi, who possessed Aura Sense, could not only sense the intensity of spiritual