Before Boarding the Train, You've Gotta Rub One Out!
"Let's get back to what we were talking about!" Matsumoto Rangiku said solemnly, pointedly ignoring the trembling hands reaching out from between those two towering peaks.
Kon looked at Hitsugaya Tōshirō, who had been completely buried in a sea of breasts, with only his white hair sticking out. The doll-like face wore an unmistakably envious, jealous, and resentful expression...
"Miss Rangiku... Hitsugaya looks like he's about to suffocate!" Kurosaki Ichigo said, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"He's fine!"
"Hey... he's clearly not fine! The ear sticking out is purple. He's definitely about to suffocate! And look, that hand sticking out is trembling, isn't it...?"
"Come on, don't worry. Our captain is a genius!"
"..." Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth twitched. "What does that have to do with being a genius?"
"As I said before, Arrancar are Hollows who have shed their masks and gained Shinigami powers!"
Matsumoto Rangiku completely ignored Kurosaki Ichigo's complaints and continued, "But even if ordinary Hollows shed their masks, they can't amount to much. If they really want to wage war against Soul Society, the Hollows that become Arrancar have to be Menos Grande or higher!"
"Higher than Menos Grande?"
Kurosaki Ichigo frowned. "You make it sound like there are Hollows more powerful than Menos Grande!"
Wu Biao was intrigued, too. He couldn't help recalling the two strange Hollows he'd seen yesterday. They had to be the so-called Arrancar. And Wu Biao was sure that even without shedding their masks, they were definitely stronger than Menos Grande.
"Mm!" Matsumoto Rangiku nodded solemnly, then shook her head. "To be precise, Menos Grande are divided into three levels. The first is Gillian, the lowest level of Menos Grande. They're numerous, and they all look alike."
"The lowest level, huh?" Wu