I'm actually looking forward to meeting that person.

"The situation is going fairly smoothly."

On the Rose Hunter, Starrk sprawled lazily in a chair woven from tangled vines, holding a huge cup of juice. After speaking, he took a large gulp and let out a satisfied sigh.

What kind of life had they been living before this?

After becoming Arrancars, they no longer needed to eat; simply absorbing ambient Reishi was enough to survive. But as long as one possessed self-awareness, cravings for food and drink were unavoidable.

Even Coyote Starrk was reluctant to put down the juice in his hand now.

Let alone Nel and Tier Harribel beside him.

Nel held her juice with both hands, taking tiny sips.

With every sip, her eyes narrowed happily.

As for Tier Harribel, while she was not as exaggerated as Nel, she clearly liked the drink in her hand as well.

"It's going smoothly, but too many people have gathered."

Seeing Dunn's indifferent expression, Starrk thought for a moment before reminding him.

"Some of them aren't simple. Even I might not be able to handle them."

Only then did Dunn lift his face from where it rested against Robin's chest and look at Starrk.

"Stay sharp. Don't let them cause trouble. If you can't deal with them, I'll handle it myself. By then, nothing will be left."

At Dunn's words, Starrk recalled the Hollows that had been burned to ashes by flames earlier.

"I'll do my best," Starrk said after thinking for a moment.

"What about Baraggan?" Dunn turned and asked.

"He returned to Las Noches. He said he wanted to rebuild Las Noches, but that guy isn't someone who keeps his word."

Baraggan had recovered considerably after being taken away.

However, his near-death experience had made the old man much more obedient. When he met Dunn afterward, he had