"Yeah!" someone chimed in. "I heard the Seireitei also sent a considerable number of troops to the World of the Living. They want to fight on two fronts and cripple Hueco Mundo's strength in one stroke."
Someone sneered disdainfully. "Can the few Hollows in the World of the Living even compare to Hueco Mundo's? The Hollow tide we encountered on our first day alone was practically equal to the total number of Hollows the Thirteen Court Guard Squads have exterminated over the past several decades. Forget ordinary Hollows—even Menos Grande, who among us hasn't killed three or five? How can those people in the World of the Living, who just pick up the scraps by clearing out ordinary Hollows, compare to us?"
"Haha? You've only killed three or five Menos Grande? I counted—I killed a full sixteen Gillians!"
"I killed eight!" someone started counting off.
"Twelve!"
"Four!"
"Two hundred and thirty-two!"
The entire group fell silent at once, and everyone turned to look at the person who had spoken.
The speaker was their captain, Zhuo Yun. Her graceful, seductive figure was hidden beneath her loose clothing, and even her beautiful face was covered by windproof gear.
"Hueco Mundo is fraught with danger. Though our achievements have indeed been impressive, we are all fighting to protect the world, so why must we rank ourselves against one another?" Zhuo Yun stopped and looked back at her team. "Do you think that the more Hollows you kill, the more remarkable you are?"
No one answered, but quite a few wore unconvinced expressions. As Shinigami, they killed Hollows to maintain the balance of the world. Naturally, the more Hollows one killed, the greater one's accomplishments. They did not entirely agree with Captain Zhuo Yun's words.
Zhuo Yun took a few light steps to a