Hueco Mundo · Las Noches.
After the great battle, Las Noches was filled with broken walls and ruins, but it had at least been somewhat repaired by now.
However, this repair was merely superficial.
After all, Las Noches had been built almost entirely through the technology of Aizen and Szayelaporro. Of the two people capable of repairing it, one was imprisoned, while the other had died and gone to Hell. Finding someone in Hueco Mundo who could repair Las Noches was practically impossible.
Setting Aizen aside, in all the years Hueco Mundo had existed, Szayelaporro could be said to have been the only weirdo among the Hollows who actually enjoyed scientific research.
"Sure enough, I prefer brighter skies."
Tier rested both hands on the broken wall of the ruined meeting room and gazed at the full moon overhead. "Can't we find a way to repair this place? Even part of it would be fine."
Las Noches actually wasn't short on people. If it was merely physical labor, tens of thousands of Arrancar could be ordered around by the Espada at will. On top of that, countless Hollows were available for them to summon at any time.
But...
Whether Arrancar or Hollows, they were clearly unsuitable for repair work.
"Ahhh..."
A lazy yawn drifted over. When they turned to look, they saw Stark lying on a bed made by pushing several chairs together. "I don't really care whether the sky is bright or not. I sleep better when it's dark. Still, having an actual bed would be nice."
"Hmph. Boring."
In a corner of the meeting room, Grimmjow stood in the shadows and spoke disdainfully. "The dignified number one of the Espada spends every day lying around doing nothing?"
"I'd rather be lying in my own room."
Stark looked outside through