"Shōhei, how does it feel?"
Tsunayashiro Shingo sat on a sandy slope and patted his nephew on the shoulder.
"Not what you imagined Hueco Mundo would be, right?"
Tsunayashiro Shōhei recalled everything that had happened over the past month and let out a hesitant sigh.
"Mm..."
"If you have something to say, say it, Shōhei. It's just the two of us here."
"Yes, Uncle." The young noble steadied himself.
"We have spent a month in Hueco Mundo, following our ancestor's instruction that 'the Tsunayashiro Clan must record the history of all worlds,' and we have seen many things."
"Most Hollows here are muddleheaded, following only the instinct to devour and evolve. They are like beasts, fundamentally different from Soul Reapers and humans."
"But some higher-ranking Menos Grande form small groups and live together. They share food with their companions, shield their friends from vicious enemies, and would even die for them!"
"A very small number of Menos Grande live like ascetics. They neither devour their own kind nor surrender to their instinct to kill. They travel Hueco Mundo, spreading their beliefs."
"The pair of Adjuchas we encountered yesterday seemed to have fallen in love with each other."
"Hueco Mundo really is completely different from what I imagined, Uncle." Tsunayashiro Shōhei clenched his clothes until his knuckles turned white.
"I was thinking... perhaps Shiba Clan was right. Maybe Hollows truly do have hearts? Perhaps imprisoning them in Hueco Mundo really is a mistake..."
"Shōhei, say no more!"
"Uncle." Tsunayashiro Shōhei came to his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"I'm terribly sorry. I don't know why I..."
"It's fine." Tsunayashiro Shingo shook his head, his tone not especially stern.
"Keep those thoughts buried in your heart. As members of the Five Great Noble Houses, we cannot disrupt the rules of