Yamabuki Chidori turned his head slightly and saw a brown-skinned woman with a stunning figure glaring at him.
He had never met her, but judging by her Reiatsu, she had undoubtedly reached the level of a Vastolorde.
A Vastolorde with brown skin who was also beautiful. Put those clues together, and there was only one answer.
Tier Harribel, the future Third Espada. Vastolordes had already evolved into human forms, so she looked much the same as she would in the future.
More importantly, she wore so little. Wouldn't she catch a chill? Should he warm her up? Dressing that lightly could leave a girl cold to the bone.
"What's with that look? Why is it so irritating?" Tier Harribel glared coldly at the uninvited guest.
"I'm only catching a few Menos Grande. What's that got to do with you? Don't you Hollows devour each other too?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.
"Even if we devour each other, that doesn't give you the right to capture us." Tier Harribel stared at him stubbornly.
Yamabuki Chidori sighed. Tier Harribel was one of the few decent people among the Espada. The emotion she represented was sacrifice.
It was precisely because she took responsibility for others that her three Fracción were utterly devoted to her. Even after the Quincy conquered Hueco Mundo and captured Tier Harribel as its queen, they did everything they could to rescue her.
"You want to protect your companions from a Soul Reaper like me, but they don't seem very grateful." Yamabuki Chidori watched the Menos Grande flee in disarray.
Tier Harribel could sense the terrifying Reiatsu emanating from him, but she showed no fear. "Leave Hueco Mundo at once. You don't belong here!"
Yamabuki Chidori really didn't know what to do with such a stubborn do-gooder. Maybe he should tie her